Coming Clean (24 page)

Destiny, fate, karma…whatever you wanted to call it…Yeah, I believed in it.

God, I felt so alive, so much more like my old self!

I'd had no idea when I'd agreed to have lunch with Wade that my career would be served up with my end goal as a side dish. At first, I'd hesitated because of Abe—I hadn't planned to go back to work until he'd started school—but then Wade had indirectly suggested I make changes at Striker that would solve that issue, not only for myself but also for the rest of the staff. Free rein to make whatever decisions that served the best interests of our employees and Striker were the result.

My second hesitation had been over how Shaw might feel about us working side by side. Wade had explained the dynamics of the partnership, that Shaw would have the majority say with Wade, Monty, and me balancing out the other half. And you know what? I was truly okay with it.

So I'd given him an apprehensive yes because my being okay with the whole deal didn't necessarily mean that Shaw would be. Add to that the fact that Shaw hadn't been included in the decision-making process and that not even I, his partner in life, had discussed this major game changer with him, and it had been a recipe for all-out nuclear war in the making. But I'd done it. I'd made the leap and I'd taken back my life, putting myself and the goals I'd made for my career back into the driver's seat. Whatever fallout might come of it would just have to come. But I had confidence in Shaw, in us, in the indestructible team we'd make.

When I'd left Wade to shop for the cocktail dress I'd worn to what I'd thought was going to be a dinner party at Katya's, I'd also shopped for new office attire. Putting on that suit, those glasses, and those heels again…it was like Diana Prince spinning her way out of uniform to transform into Wonder Woman. I'd turned this way and that as I'd looked in the mirror, loving what I saw and eager to show it off in front of Shaw.

But once I'd made it to the parking garage to wait for all of the employees to pile into the boardroom in order to not be seen before the big reveal—Wade's idea, not mine—the nerves had begun to sink in. What if Shaw got pissed that I hadn't discussed this with him first? What if he didn't want to share the control of Striker with me? What if he thought my taking the offer was somehow taking something away from him?

By the time all of those last-minute reservations had come into play, it had been too late to back out. This announcement was going to be the true measure of how far we'd come. If Shaw and I survived it, we could survive anything.

So I forged ahead, putting our relationship to the test. Shaw, there wasn't even a hint of anything negative when the big reveal had been made, not even a suspicion that he was hiding his true feelings. No, that look on his face, in his eyes, had said it all. Pride, speechless pride that didn't need to be spoken. Love, adoration, awe; they were all there as well. And there'd even been a bit of something naughty present in the way he looked me over. So I'd strutted my stuff for his benefit and the staff's, not mine. Because I was feeling myself and owning it.

After the meeting, we'd called up the gang and met them for dinner to celebrate, and then we'd headed to Monkey's afterward for drinks. It hadn't escaped my notice that Shaw was trying ultra-hard to booze me up. When I'd given him the single-eyebrow raise in question at the fourth beer he'd placed in front of me before I'd ever finished my third, he'd leaned over and said into my ear, “Drink up. You're going to need to be numb for what I'm about to do to you when we get home.”

The way he'd said it had oozed so much with a sensual promise of “you won't regret it” that I'd barely taken a breath while downing the beer. Whatever assignment Katya had written on the back of that card, it was about to be accomplished.

So there we were in the elevator on the ride up to our condo, making out like a couple of teenagers. Me, leaning against the back wall for support and definitely feeling numb, and Shaw, kissing my neck and nuzzling my ear, slowly releasing the zipper at the side of my skirt while his other hand popped the buttons on my vest. His cock was hard at my hip as he grinded against me, and though the sensible part of my brain told me the doors could open to give any one of our neighbors a sight they wouldn't soon forget, the wanton hussy in me didn't give a good goddamn.

Edging a slight retreat, I palmed my lover fully on the outside of his pants, rubbing and basking in the vibration of the sexiest man on earth's moans against my skin. When Shaw gave up the nuzzling to take my mouth in a kiss that promised unspeakable things would be done to my body before the night was through, I worked his belt and the button of his pants loose.

By the time the bell dinged, signaling we'd reached our floor, and the doors parted, we were already well on our way to being undressed. Shaw growled, and the heat of his body left mine as he took my hand, yanking me out of the lift and toward our door. A fury of impatience accompanied his hurried unlocking of our place, and then we were inside with everything shut and locked behind us.

I was spun around with my back pressed against the door, but the room didn't stop spinning just because I had. A whoosh of euphoria washed over me when Shaw's mouth came back down on mine with a kiss that was much more demanding, insistent.

Suddenly, the prop was gone from my back and we were rushing toward our bedroom. Once we'd stopped inside, I was whirled around again, left standing surprisingly stable as Shaw took a step back and looked me over.

“Finish,” his gravelly voice ordered, indicating my partially undressed state. “And leave the fucking shoes on.”

Jesus, I loved a domineering Shaw. When we'd first started our affair, I'd been confounded by how a woman like me who was so much in control of every aspect of her life could be aroused by a man who robbed her of that control in the bedroom. I wasn't any less confounded by it now, but I was still every bit as aroused.

Shaw disappeared into the bathroom while I carried out his order, stripping naked for him, except for the shoes, of course. Once I was done, I stood there with my hands on my hips, damn proud of what he'd see when he reemerged. No, it wasn't liquid courage; it was confidence.

When Shaw came out, he was naked as well. Gloriously naked. His cock jutted, proud and hard and thick and just plain yummy. The rest of him was every bit as yummy, but I found it hard to look away from the appendage that demanded I give it my full attention. Mine. All mine.

Though I really wanted to fall to my knees and crook my finger to beckon it closer, I kept my composure.

“I'll never get tired of telling you how beautiful you are,” Shaw said, stopping at the opposite corner of the bed. “Come here.”

With one heeled foot placed in front of the other, I was sure to let my hips sway seductively as I crossed the space between us. Shaw noticed. So did his cock.

When I stopped in front of him, he took my chin between his fingers, giving me a sweet kiss. The look in his eyes was tender when he pulled back, his voice soft as he said, “Do you know I love you?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Another sweet kiss, and then he released me. Gruffer, much different this time, he continued, “It occurs to me that you might need to be reminded who actually wears the pants in this relationship, Whalen. We might be partners at the office, but at home, I am the man and you are my woman. Do you understand?”

Comprehension at the direction he was taking dawned on me, and I barely kept myself from jumping up and down, clapping, because this was some role-playing we could both really get into. “Yes.”

Before I knew what was happening, Shaw had spun me around with my back against his front and had grabbed my hair to pull my head back, craning my neck. “I don't believe you do, so I'm going to show you.”

He yanked me impossibly closer to his body, using the arm around my waist to force me to bend forward. In this new position, I was straddling the corner of the bed with my legs spread out on either side, my bare pussy coming into contact with the rounded edge of the mattress. Though it might have been kinky as hell, I couldn't deny the delicious sensation of the friction to my clit.

The heat of Shaw's bare chest was pressed against my back once more, his mouth at my ear and his gruff voice issuing yet another order. “Tell me.”

I tried to lift my head, but he held me still. With a grunt, I told him what he wanted to hear. “I—I love you.”

A sound of approval followed, and then a nip at my shoulder that sent shivers down my spine despite his warmth. “Do you trust me?”

I nodded, but that wasn't enough for Shaw. He yanked back on my hair. “Say it.”

A thrill shot through me at the mystery of where this was going. “I trust you.”

A bottle of lubrication and the plastic card I'd seen Katya give to Shaw landed on the bed just within my line of sight, the mystery revealed. Katya's final assignment was written in elegant script on the back of the card. One word:
Anal.

The gasp of breath that left my lungs was one part trepidation and one part exhilaration, and both of those were wrapped up in a cocoon of
God, yes!

“Now,” his lips brushed my ear, his cock nestling into the valley of my ass, “say it again.”

Shaw's cock wasn't
Guinness World Records
long; however, it was thick. If I had to guess, I'd say that was where the pain factor was going to come in. Thank God, he'd had the forethought to numb me up ahead of time. Besides, this was Shaw—the man I loved and who I knew loved me—and this
adventure
was one we'd both wanted to experience for years. It would be the final step in being claimed—fully and completely—by the only man I'd ever trust enough to go there.

Pushing back into him as best as I could due to the limited amount of space he had afforded me to work with, I moaned at the pressure given by his cock's presence against my entrance. “I do, Shaw. I trust you.”

Jesus, the cheeks of Cassidy's ass closed in around my cock like they had no intention of letting it get away.

With little guidance, she'd figured out I was doing my damnedest to correct our previous failure at the role-playing attempt, and she was playing along with my quote/unquote need to establish my dominance in this relationship. Because my girl was an undercover freak, and I wasn't complaining one bit about that. But I had to be sure she was okay with this assignment. Anal sex was the most intimate act one person could have with another, and I was sure it was going to hurt like a son of a bitch at first. Not that I wanted to hurt her. So I got my Cassidy Whalen on and researched the hell out of the topic because if we were going to do this, I wanted to do it the right way, inflicting as little pain as I could manage on the woman I really fucking adored.

My game plan was to balance the pain with pleasure, and I'd figured out how to do that through her penchant for kinky shit—which she'd never admit to. Hence, the corner of the mattress massaging that pretty little clit.

“Yeah? Well then, lift your hips for me,” I told her.

When she did, I wedged my cock between her pussy and the mattress. Fuck! I groaned, not expecting how good it would feel to me as well. Dwelling on it was only going to make me come, so I got to work with the lube, squeezing a small amount onto the fingers of my free hand and then slipping them between those two glorious globes of her ass to prep her asshole.

Down below, Cassidy was soaked, grinding against my length with a slight roll of her hips that was making me lose my ever-loving mind.

I bit the nape of her neck with a growl that made her pause. “Fucking be still, woman. You're not in control here,” I reminded her.

“Anything you can do, I can do better,” she sassed.

Tightening my grip on her hair, I reveled in the gasp of surprise that came next. She'd be gasping more than that by the time I was done. My fingers pushed on her opening, not entering but making the threat very fucking real. And then I pulled my cock free, denying her that sensation any longer and opting instead to thrust it into her pussy.

“Ahh,” she cried out with a buck that went nowhere real quick. Yeah, I liked this vocal side of my woman.

“You were saying?” I goaded.

Nothing. She was saying nothing now. Point proven.

With a quick retreat and none too gentle resurgence, my cock was buried deep inside her again. Pushing against her backside, I bump-and-grinded her clit against the mattress. Cassidy bit down on her lip, her eyes closing to the feel-good I'd just served up. And that was all part of the plan because I was still massaging her other opening with the pads of my fingers and pressing forward even more.

“That's my good girl.”

Settling into a rhythm, I fucked her pussy. “God damn, Cassidy. I swear to everything I am or ever will be, you have the most amazing pussy in the world. So tight, so wet, so eager.”

She moaned, moving against me, greedily taking the triple pleasure being dealt. The puckered skin of her asshole was slick, squeezing and then relaxing with each of her undulations against the bed. So I timed it out, slamming my cock into her hard while penetrating her ass with two fingers.

She sucked in a breath and I hushed her with tender kisses along her shoulders until her taut body eased back into a relaxed state. To my utter shock, Cassidy started moving against my fingers, drawing away and then taking them deeper.

“Yeah, sweetness? You like that?”

A wanton moan and even more deliberate motions were my response. Fucking A, this was going to happen. My cock swelled thicker, moving in and out of her to the beat of the song she'd written. I'd give her that much control, but no more.

“Look at you,” I said, resuming my role, ready to accept my Oscar. “You want to be top dog at the office, but who's mounting who in our fucking bedroom? Tell me, Cassidy, whose fingers are fucking your ass right now?”

A moaned “Yours.”

“Damn right, they are.” I pushed farther, taking more liberty with in and out, deeper and faster, rotating my fingers to open my woman up for me. All the while, my cock was getting busy with the power drive into her pussy, the momentum rocking her clit back and forth over the corner of the bed.

“I'm going to fuck this tight little ass, Cassidy. I'm going to fuck it because it's mine and I can. I'm going to fuck it to remind you that when it comes to you and me, I will always be the alpha dog.”

She didn't get sassy with her mouth this time. But oh, God, the walls of her pussy clamped down, putting my cock in a rear naked choke to rival any MMA superstar's. Riding my cock, my fingers in her ass, and the corner of the bed, Cassidy came. Her body got really animated then, trying to rise off the bed and being denied, trying to crawl forward and being denied, trying to scramble off and being denied. It was like trying to stay on a bull's back at a rodeo. And I really goddamn liked it. I gritted my teeth, batting down the orgasm climbing its way up my shaft.

“If you fucking make me come, I won't be able to put my cock in your ass, Cassidy. Is that what you want?”

Just like that, she settled back into place and the pulsing grip of her orgasm waned to a whimper.

I was well pleased, and anxious to give her what she truly wanted, but not before I gave her another one of those. Removing my fingers, I hooked her under the arms to hold on to her shoulders. Bending low at the knee, I got a good footing with a wide-open stance, lifting her chest only slightly off the bed so that her sensitive nipples could get a little friction of their own. And then I used my legs, my thighs, and my hips to fuck the ever-loving shit out of her.

Smack! Smack! Smack! My pelvis slapped against her ass, the push and shove of that swollen knot at the apex of her pussy folds no doubt getting a good workout on the mattress. Cassidy held on to the duvet for dear life, chanting, “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” and sounding breathless as hell. I didn't stop, just kept thrusting and thrusting and thrusting until she came all over my cock, the juices spilling down over me to coat my balls.

Because that's how it is fucking done, people.

Once she'd gone completely limp, I released my hold and allowed her to collapse back on the bed. Though no reprieve would be given because this situation with her well sated, limp as a noodle, and completely relaxed was exactly what I'd planned.

Not missing a beat, I lubed her up again, pushing two fingers inside her ass and finding no resistance and even earning another moan. Perfect. My woman was ready.

I growled low at her ear, nipping and sucking along her shoulder as I positioned my cock at her ass. “I'm the man,” I said. Pushing forward, I penetrated her.

JesusfuckingChrist!
It felt amazing!

Cassidy sucked in a sharp breath and held it, her whole body going stiff.
Shit, shit, shit!

“Relax, sweetness,” I told her softly. “You have to relax. Don't move. Just breathe.”

It was a tense moment before she inhaled and exhaled, slowly but surely uncoiling her muscles and easing back down onto the bed.

“Do you want to stop?” I asked, linking my fingers through hers on the bed.

She shook her head, holding on to me. “No. Just give me a minute.”

I'd give her as long as she goddamn needed. Continuing to kiss her shoulder, her neck, her back, while straining like a motherfucker, I refused to budge even though, yeah, the squeeze around my cock was about the best feeling I had ever experienced. The hot recess of the canal, the whole taboo of the forbidden deed, the grip…Oh, God, the grip. And then she shifted under me, pulling forward and then pushing back to take me deeper. Bit by motherfucking bit.

“Does that feel good, sweetness?” I asked her, though the way she'd begun to moan and rub herself on the corner of the mattress was more than answer enough.

“Yes.” Her whisper was about the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. The way she hissed the
S
and drawled it out, rolling her body beneath mine as if mimicking the letter's curvy shape. And then…“Dominate me. Fuck my ass, Shaw.”

Hell yeah, that was a go.

I took it slow at first, still peppering those kisses while retreating and pushing forward, sinking my cock deeper and deeper. Cassidy was completely relaxed, tightening her hold on my fingers and moaning her pleasure. Again, she closed her eyes and her teeth scraped over the tender flesh of her bottom lip.

“More,” she told me. “Feels so good.”

“Mmm, yeah. Tight little ass,” I grunted, moving more freely now. “I wish I had two dicks so I could fuck you in your ass and your pussy at the same time.”

Yes, I knew they made adult toys for that kind of thing, but we didn't have one at the moment. And yes, I'd be investing in one the next time I made it out of this apartment.

Dislodging one of my hands, I moved all of my weight to the opposite side and grabbed her hip, angling my cock for deeper penetration. Cassidy moaned again, liking the new position, so I gave her more of what she wanted. Careful not to get too overzealous, I read the body language she was putting out, steadily increasing the pace and force of my thrusts until I found what worked for both of us. And then it was on.

I fucked my woman's ass. Thoroughly. Grunting and growling all the ways she belonged to me, how she would forever belong to me, how I owned her pussy, her ass, her fucking soul. Truth was, my soul was the one that had been owned so much more completely by this woman…because she was the one who'd found it in the first place.

And everybody knows finders are keepers.