“Are you serious? You haven’t looked at me twice for days. You’re being all five-star boss professional now.” She sneered the whole damn thing, like she couldn’t stand me like this.
I held back a laugh and looked at this beautiful woman who’d unexpectedly secured a death grip on my soul. I think we were so sexually frustrated that we could fight about anything. “Are you complaining? Because you specifically told me to be that.”
“That’s right. I did.” She nodded hard, as if trying to convince herself. “I also told youI wanted no-strings-attached fun and that I’m single. Rodney checks the boxes, Cade.”
“If he’s what you want”—I leaned in, and my next words held menace—“tell him to come over.”
Her hazel eyes, with their warm mix of green and gold, widened in shock. “For... for what?”
“For your nightcap. You want some fun. I’m sure Rodney can give it to you. Matter of fact, tell him to find a fucking toy and bring that too. I’m happy to watch, Izzy. I’ll enjoy seeing that he can’t bring you to the high I can.”
She lifted her chin and snatched up her phone. I saw the way her body shook, how her breathing got fast like it had all the times before. Izzy was turned on beyond her wildest dreams thinking of the new fantasy I’d planted in her head.
The problem was, I didn’t know if I could handle having some fun with her.
That firecracker of a woman was quickly becoming mine, even though we had a spray-painted line down the middle of our bed. Even though I’d avoided the idea for a few days. It didn’t matter.
Izzy Hardy, standing there in her mess of aTitanicshirt, now with my gold bracelet on her wrist, was going to be my downfall.
She tapped her screen and brought the phone to her ear. “Yeah, want to come to my and Cade’s cabin?” She paused as she stared at me.“I think he’d enjoy us doing that here.” Then she held the phone out to me. “He wants to make sure.”
I didn’t even want to hear the man’s voice. Still, I clutched the phone to my ear as he asked if he could bring one or two toys. “If they’ll make her feel good. That’s what this is about.”
He explained and I agreed. Without so much as a goodbye, I ended the call before throwing her phone on the couch and pulling her to me to devour her mouth.
When I drew back to glare at her, I said, “Remember the taste of me when your fuckboy comes over to make you feel nice. And know that I’m in charge. If he veers even one iota off the scheduled programming, I’m throwing him off our porch.”
A small smile spread across her face. “I’m not even sure I want this, Cade.”
I nipped at her collarbone and murmured, “Let’s check,” before I slid my hand into her panties. “Fucking soaked.”
She purred like she might not be able to wait to get off, like my fingers would do the job just fine. I wanted to give in for a split second. It’d be a way for me to keep her all to myself. But I saw the hunger in her eyes, saw how she wanted to explore something new, and I had confidence enough that she’d end up where she truly belonged in the end—on my cock and not his.
I pulled my hand from her panties and licked my fingers. “I’m only going to allow him in our place for so long with you tasting this good. But let’s enjoy it, huh? See how loud another man can make you scream.”
It was the approval she must have needed from me because her shoulders relaxed a little, and she smirked. “Fun with the single men on the retreat... I guess I deserve that after Gerald.”
Fuck that asshole and the way he’d hurt her. “Well, you did say the sex with him wasn’t good. With me, it’s always going to be, Izzy.”
17
Izzy
My heart thumped way too fast inside my chest to make small talk with Cade and Rodney. They’d both had no problem shooting the shit over glasses of water because Cade hadn’t offered anything else. I’m assuming that was because Rodney was sober, but I contemplated grabbing a shot of whiskey for myself.
Two very hot men had agreed to do things with me.
Sexually.
Completely willing. On a damn work retreat.
And I’d practically initiated it. Or been goaded into it after Cade had offered.
I excused myself to go to the bathroom and freshen up. Instead, I tried to cool the anxious sweats as I stared at the bracelet on my wrist. He was showing me I meant something to him, right? I twisted it on my wrist and my heart leapt at the feeling of his jewelry being locked on me.
Was this too wild? Was I stepping way out of the comfort zone I’d lived in all these years?
The answer was a big yes.