Still scowling, I grab her chin and urge her to look at me. “You didn’t sound ungrateful. That isn’t why I’m mad.” And it isn’t. “Belle, it pissed me off that you would thinkI’dthink so little of you.” I cup her nape and urge her mouth onto mine. Just as she starts to moan, and just as my cock starts to twitch for round three, I pull back so I can stare her straight in the eye. And even though I’m a deceitful piece of shit, I’ve never meant anything more than my next words: “You’re a fucking queen and you don’t even know it. That hurts me. It fucking hurts.”
Her bottom lip quivers. That’s my initial warning. Then she’s on me again, urging our mouths into a fiery collision, one hand sliding between us as she grabs my cock and doesn’t stop jerking me off until I’m hard.
She isn’t the only one capable of the impossible when we’re together—my cock’s reacting like I’m taking blue pills whenever it’s near her hand, her mouth, that fucking pussy…
When she slides me inside her, her cunt clamping down on me, our mutual releases easing my path in a way that’s heaven-sent, our eyes are locked onto each other’s.
That’s when I accept the inevitable—I’m in big trouble.
8
CINDY/BELLE
“You’re bad for my ego.”
My eyes flare in concern. “What?!”
“Whoa, calm down. I was only teasing.” He hands me a coffee. “You take it stronger than me, which is saying something.” His head tilts to the side. “You’re jumpy.”
“No, I’m not,” I counter with a huff. “I just need a caffeine fix.”
That answer seems to satisfy him, and he leaves me to drink my joe without a murmur. The moment he’s sitting down, though, he drapes his arm around the back of the uncomfortable chair outside a boarding gate in LAX where we’re waiting to be called for a plane to New York.
New York.
What the fuck am I doing? I glance over at his beautiful face and my heart kind of leaps in my throat.Thisis what I’m doing. As in him—I’m doing him—completely letting multiple orgasms and a hot man prompt me to forget that I’m about to board a plane to the one place where I do not go.
New fucking York.
Casting him a look, I fight the need to reciprocate when he shoots me a smile.
I swear this man is something else.
It was only when we used my car to get to the airport that I learned he’d taken it to be detailed as, during my “episode,” I’d vomited all over the interior.
Who did that for someone? Especially after paying for my ER bill.
Something about the genuineness of his smile, about his earnestness, about his many past kindnesses makes me feel like I’m in a safe enough space to blurt out, “I can’t go to New York, Cade.”
It might have been fate that had us rolling up and grabbing the next available flight out of LAX, which was to the Big Apple, but I don’t care.
I. Can’t. Do. It.
He arches a brow at me. “You got something against the best pizza in the world?”
I don’t laugh. “I wanted to get away from L.A., not go to New York.” I cross my legs then frown at the two women sitting across from us who are staring at him.“Good pizza or not.”
“You gonna tell me why you’ve had a change of heart?” His hand brushes my hair off my shoulder as his blue eyes caress my face. As I start to drown in them, he rumbles, “I want to take you to all my favorite spots. Don’t you want tocomewith me?”
He did not just…
He shoots me a cocky grin.
He did.
Any other time, I’d have laughed, but I just can’t right now.
When I don’t smile in return, his demeanor changes, concern shifting into his expression. “Tell me why?” His voice sounds smooth, as if he’s trying to calm me.Nothing could calm me down at this moment.