Game Saver (12 page)

He gives one final push. My fingers spasm against his the moment they reach my bare pussy, a discovery I’ve been waiting for him to find all night. Wanting him to feel everything he’s doing to me for himself.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, his journey moving into hyper drive as he strokes up and down before sinking two talented fingers deep inside me. “I love how ready you always are for me.”

He nips my earlobe and sucks the stinging skin between his lips. My hand shoots out and grips his leg, my nails biting into the skin through his suit pants. He growls deliciously against my neck as he grazes his teeth down the sensitive skin, and my husky moan vibrates through me.

I cup his jaw, holding him in place as I whimper and moan, my hips rocking back and forth in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

When his head lifts up I move, needing more from him and needing it now, and twist my body over his, swinging my leg across his lap until I’m straddling him. The material of my dress stretches to its limit, pulling tight against my thighs, but I’m so far gone that nothing’s going to stop me.

I mew when Cade pulls his hand out from between my legs, using his fingers to glide my dress up to my waist. Looking down, he growls before cradling my face in his hands and slamming his mouth down on mine.

Wanting to amp him up just as much as I am, I tangle my fingers in his hair and tug roughly with every stroke of his tongue on mine while reaching between us to run my palm up and down his length.

In a brief reprieve to replenish our oxygen levels, I unzip his cock and wrap my fist around him, loving the way his breath catches the moment my hand touches his skin.

“You going to let me pop your limo cherry?” I ask against his lips.

“My cock is in your hand and your pussy is dripping. Condom, left-hand pocket. Cover me then put me where we both want me to be, Spitfire,” he says gruffly.

“You’re awfully bossy . . .” I squeeze him a little tighter, “ . . . for someone who’s pride and joy is in my hands right now.” I pull back with a grin, releasing him and snaking my hand into his pocket. I find what I’m looking for straight away, shaking the foil packet in front of his face with a huge smile.

“Love your enthusiasm, Abi, but it’s not gonna roll itself.”

“Love your desperation, Doctor Hottie, but I can always make you wait a little
longer.
”

His hands drop to my waist, and his fingers bite into my skin. “Bury me inside you, Spitfire,” he breathes gruffly into my mouth, and I nearly combust at the heat that rushes through me.

Not needing to be told twice, a second later I’m impaling myself down him and riding him like a cowgirl at the rodeo.

Hands, mouths, lips—we go wild. His hips buck up as I’m bearing down and grinding against him, my climax rushing toward me as his nails bite into my shoulders and my fingers convulse in his hair.

Our deep kiss swallows our moans as we come together. Cade collapses back into the seat, struggling to catch his breath, his chest heaving as my body falls forward onto him and I bury my face in his neck, panting my way through the continuous aftershocks coursing through me after what will go down in history as one of the hottest—and most thrilling—orgasms I’ve ever had.

Taking a break from tidying my apartment, I pick up my phone and shoot off a text to Cade.

Abi:
      
Hey. So when is my next mother-buffer assignment? Last week was fun.

Cade:
      
My mother requested my attendance next Thursday at a ribbon-cutting ceremony for a new homeless shelter. Think you’d want to be my date?

Abi:
      
I had fun last time so as long as there’s champagne, good food, and orgasms after, I’m there to be square.

Cade:
      
Did you really just type that?

Abi:
      
Like Doctor Hottie himself doesn’t have dorky moments . . .

Cade:
      
I was a dorky teenager. I rock myself to sleep at night at the thought. Do you really need to call me Doctor Hottie?

Abi:
      
You love it. I know you do. It made your cock twitch when I called you that the other night.

Cade:
      
I don’t know what you’re talking about. My dick has a mind of its own when it comes to you.

Abi:
      
So just thinking of me gets you hard?

Cade:
      
You even need to ask that shit?

Abi:
      
Call it information gathering. Are you hard now?

Cade:
      
You’re playing with fire

Abi:
      
I’d be playing with you if I was there.

Cade:
      
You do know I’m working, right?

Abi:
      
You can’t tell me you’ve never nailed a nurse in that hospital.

Cade:
      
I plead the fifth

Abi:
      
I bet you do. I wonder if Noah and Zoe ever mess around there.

Cade:
      
I know they do

Abi:
      
Now I really want details. I might have to call Zoe.

Cade:
      
Feel like paying me a visit instead?

Abi:
      
Tempting, but I’m sure I can wait until tonight. All this talk of hospital hook-ups has me needing a house call.

Cade:
      
I’m supposed to be charting. Instead, I’m sitting here trying to hide my hard-on.

Abi:
      
I know where you can hide it . . .

Cade:
      
Not helping.

Abi:
      
I could help . . .

Cade:
      
Your house or mine?

Abi:
      
My house doesn’t have Thomas.

Cade:
      
You don’t like Thomas?

Abi:
      
He’s awesome but if he’s there, I can’t be loud . . .

Cade:
      
*thumps head against wall*

Abi:
      
I’ll make it up to you

Cade:
      
NOT helping, Abi . . .

Abi:
      
Maybe on my knees . . .

Cade:
      
ABI!

Abi:
      
As soon as you walk through my door . . .

Instead of a text reply, my phone starts ringing in my hand. Cade’s name flashes on the screen.

“Hello?” I answer with a giggle.

“I’m thinking that instead of you being on your knees when I arrive, you should be naked and bent over the couch.”

I don’t even try to stifle my moan at the image evoked. “Then how will I let you in?”

“I want you to leave the door unlocked so that when I walk inside, all I see is your long legs spread wide, waiting for me.”

My breaths come short and fast, my thighs clenched tightly together to quell the ache building deep inside. “I think you’re teasing yourself now.”

“No, I’m giving you a preview of how we’re going to start our night.”

I give a full-body shiver this time. “Cade . . .” I moan.

“Remember that sound. You’ll be moaning that a lot.”

“How am I supposed to get anything done now that all I want to do is raid my toy chest and get myself off?”

“You do, and I won’t let you come tonight. I’ll tease and taunt and play until you’re right on the edge, then cool you down before doing it over and over again.”

Full-body convulsion.

“Are you going to get yourself off without me?” he asks.

“Can I say no but not tell if you I do?” I ask on a whisper, and Cade bursts out laughing.

“Good girl. Keep your hands and toys out of what’s mine, and I’ll make sure you’re
thoroughly
rewarded later.”

“You
do
know that I don’t like being told what to do, right?”

“I also know you get off on
me
telling you what to do in bed. So I figure this time, I’m good.”

“You’re good alright,” I mutter, and he chuckles.

“I’ve gotta go, Spitfire. Behave . . .” he says, and I sigh.

“Oh alright then. Bye,” I huff, ending the call to the sound of Cade’s laughter down the phone.

Why is it so damn frustrating that one, not only does the man know exactly what I was going to do the minute I hung up the phone, but two, he’s also well aware that I’m a sucker for his form of delayed gratification, especially when I know that if I play my cards right, he’ll definitely be using my toys on me in ways I can only dream of.