Page 29 of Taking A Chance

“Damn!” he curses out. “You look so fucking hot.”

“Cade,” I laugh nervously, “I’m in shorts and a vest.”

“Yeah, but the way your nipples are pushing against the fabric is fucking sexy. Are you as turned on as me?”

“What, no, erm…” I automatically cross my arms over my chest. “It’s a little draughty in here, that’s all.”

“Really?” he raises an eyebrow. “Don’t cover yourself. I missed looking at you. Lean forward a little so I can see more. In fact, forget that, take your shirt off.”

“I… I.” God, I’m so aroused I’m already wet. This is not how I expected this to go. I was expecting this to be awkward for a different reason. Come to think of it, it’s not awkward, just different.

“Let me see you.” I can tell that he’s already becoming aroused by his deep, gravelly voice. I don’t hesitate any further. I whip my top off over my head and expose my breasts. My nipples are already standing to attention, but hell if they don’t stand out further, as if trying to get nearer to Cade.

“Holy shit, baby, its torture not being able to touch you, but looking at you, is making me so fucking horny.”

“Me too,” I admit. I lay the palms of my hands over my nipples, but all it does is send a shot of heat straight between my legs. I bite on my bottom lip to try to stifle the moan that threatens to escape me. With Cade watching me closely, I’m sure that I haven’t fooled him.

“Are you wet, Petra?” he growls.

“Mmm,” is all I manage.

“Open your legs for me and show me.”

I slide my legs apart and I’m sure that the evidence of my arousal can be clearly seen on the fabric at the apex of my legs. The temptation to put my hand there is more than I can bear and when my fingers slide across the wet patch, the guttural moan that comes from Cade immediately captures my attention.

His eyes are so hooded that they look almost closed, mouth partially open as he pants in and out, a growl that reminds me of a prowling animal. His hands grip the arms of the chair, his fingers digging into the padding of the upholstery. At the bottom of the screen, you can see the head of his hard cock as it bobs up and down in shot, as if it’s playing a dirty game of hide and seek. Now you see me. Now you don’t.

The echo of a loud knocking sound has us both snapping out of our erotic screen playing and a mumbled voice shouting Cade’s name.

“I’m busy. Come back in twenty minutes!” He shouts out. “I don’t care, it can wait.”

“Cade,” I whisper at the screen, worried that I might give the game away. “Maybe you should go.”

“Damn it,” he slams his hand on the armrest before standing. His still hard cock, with its glistening tip, fills the whole screen until he pulls up his trousers. I get an encore while he tries to manoeuvre his man meat in his pants, so he doesn’t catch it with the zip. “I’m sorry. Can I call you later?” The screen jiggles about a bit until he brings it nearer to himself, so all I now see is his perfect face.

“I might be in bed.”

“Hell, don’t tease me. I’m struggling to get the image of you out of my head as it is.” He wipes the tiny beads of perspiration from his forehead with the back of his hand. “Let me call. I’ll try not to make it too late.”

“I’ll try, but if I don’t answer, it’s because the jetlag has wiped me out, okay?”

“Good. I better go before they bang down the door.” Silence falls, and we both stare at the screens in front of us. If only I could reach out and touch.

“Petra.”

“Yes?” silence. I watch as he runs his fingers through his dishevelled hair, then slides his hand down his face.

“I… I’ll call later.”

“Okay.” Silence hits again. Neither of us makes the move to end the link.

“In case we don’t speak later. Goodnight, Petra.”

“Goodnight, Cade.”

When his face disappears from the screen and he’s replaced with an image of my favourite book cover model, it’s clear to me that however difficult this may be and how big the risk is of it all coming crashing down on me like a big nasty pile of shit, I can’t walk away from this chance of having something special and exciting with this most captivating man.

The month since we got back from Florida has seemed to drag so slowly, it makes a turtle look like its turbo charged. I throw myself into work, trying to keep busy and do my utmost to be the ultimate professional. But as soon as my phone pings, and I see that it’s Cade, I sneak off to the bathroom so I can spend some private time with him. Well, his text messages anyway.