“Princess Rory,” I say, smiling. “Aurora. Why the fuck didn’t I figure this out?”
“But we’re so opposite. My sisters are classy and I am…” She looks down at her outfit. “Well… not. I’m nothing but an explosion waiting to happen.”
“I want to fuck you.”
Cindy laughs. “Why, Detective,” she says. “That’s not what this conversation is about.”
“I don’t care, Cindy. I don’t give a fuck whose sister you are. I don’t give a fuck what Oliver thinks. And even if I’d known that first time you came to my door with my food, there’s no way in hell I’d ever look at another woman again.”
“He’s coming here, you know.”
“I know. And I don’t care what he thinks. I’m good for you. I am. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, Cindy. Or put you in danger. You’re not part of this, OK? You’re not going to get mixed up in this whole Mister world. You won’t. I can keep you safe. No one,” I say, pulling her into my chest and wrapping my arms tightly around her, “will ever hurt you as long as I live.”
She rests her head on my shoulder and hugs me back. I can smell her hair, and her skin, and her clothes. And everything about her is sweet and good and delicious. “It’s cute that you think I need protecting. We’ll be fine. We’ll figure this out and take care of it. We’ll—”
“No,” I say, pushing her back a few inches so I can look down at her face. “No. You’re not understanding me. There is no
we
in this Mister problem. Yes, the other guys and I will figure it out, but you’re staying here with Ellie, and Ivy, and Tori. Oliver really would kick my ass if I dragged you into this.”
“Paxton,” she says, grabbing hold of my biceps with both hands. “He’s my brother. What happened to him happened to me too. And yeah, I was too young to understand what it all meant at the time. But I get it
now
. I understand. I’m as much a part of this as anyone. I’m not going to just sit back and let these people put him in danger. Or you, for fuck’s sake.”
I want to shake her right now. Ask her what the fuck Victoria Arias said. What little plan she might be hatching and how she might’ve tried to involve Cindy. Because that’s the kind of woman Tori is. But I don’t want to fight about this bullshit now. “I haven’t seen you in weeks, Miss Cookie.” My hands slide down to her ass and lift up that flirty little skirt until they are cupped against her cheeks with only her silky panties holding me back.
“The first time I walked in his office I wanted nothing more than to have him bend me over his desk and fuck me from behind.”
“Jesus,” I say. “Yes.”
“I wanted the window shades wide open so anyone passing could see us.”
“Fuck,” I say, my dick getting hard. I have a feeling she’s just trying to change the subject away from our real-world problems but I don’t really care.
“I wanted him to slip his fingers under the elastic of my panties and pull them down to my knees—”
I drop my hat on the floor, turn her around, and push her face first onto the desk, lifting her skirt up, as I grab her panties. “Like this, Miss Cookie?” I tug on them. Hard, making her gasp as I drag them down and kick her legs open with my foot. “Spread ’em, ma’am.”
She giggles, but complies, so her panties are stretched taut at her knees. “I hope you have a warrant for this illegal search, Detective.”
“I don’t need a warrant, Miss Cookie. You’re mine now. And I’ll search you whenever I want.” My fingertips lightly trace her inner thigh as I bend down. She shivers and arches her back, sucking in a breath at my soft touch. “I think you might be hiding something.”
She giggles again as I kiss that little dent behind her knee and make my way up the back of her leg. “Where could I possibly—Oh,” she sighs, when I nip her ass cheek.
“Yeah, ‘oh’ is right,” I mumble, inhaling her sweet scent as I place both hands on her ass and begin to lick between her legs. She trembles when my finger finds her clit and begins to stroke.
“My God,” she says, her breath coming quicker. “I’m ready to confess.”
“You’re not getting off that easy, you little trollop.” Her laugh is loud. And happy. And holy fuck, she makes me so damn happy back. “I know you won’t tell me the truth unless I ease it out of you. So maybe I need to ease something into you”—I insert a finger into her pussy, searching for the trigger to make her crazy with lust—“to get your full attention.”
“Pax,” she moans.
“That’s Detective Pax to you.”
“Detective—” But she can’t finish because my tongue is swirling around the rim of her perfect little puckered asshole. Her arms go above her head on the desk and she stretches forward, giving me more access. “I want to come right now. All over your face.”
I stand up and smack her ass, leaving a perfect red handprint on her right cheek. “Not yet, my pretty little cookie. I’m just getting started. Dessert can come later. Much later.”
I pull her up and quickly spin her around, her big blue eyes wide with surprise, and want, and everything that makes a man happy when he’s with a woman. I lift her shirt up, find a sweet, pale-pink bra under that graphic tee, and lick my lips as I study the way her breasts practically spill out around the white eyelet lace.
“I’m gonna have my cake and eat it too, Sugar. They say it can’t be done, but it’s happening. Right now.” I push her so she is forced to lie back on the cold, hard surface of the desk. Her chest is rising and falling with the anticipation of what’s coming. God, she is so damn hot. “I missed you,” I say impulsively. “Did you miss me? Or was it easy to move on and forget?”
“Detective,” she whispers. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were smitten with me.”
“You have been the only thing on my mind for weeks. Call it whatever you want,” I say, looking down and noticing that her panties have dropped to her ankles. I reach down, tug them around her boot, and then put them in my trench coat pocket for later. She gives me a knowing smirk, but I don’t care. I kick her legs open again, then reach down, grab under her knees, and hike them up to her chest.
Her eyes track mine as I lower myself in front of her open pussy. She’s glistening with readiness, but I’m just getting started.
One sweep of my tongue is all it takes to make her moan. “If you make me squirt on this desk—”
I laugh loudly just picturing it. “Miss Cookie, if I make you squirt all over Nolan Delaney’s desk, my life will be complete. I will hold that over his head for decades to come. Pun intended.”
She laughs, reaching for the collar of my coat, pulling my face to hers before I can object.
The kiss is sweet. Her full lips taste like strawberries. Our tongues dance together like we’ve been practicing these moves for a lifetime. Her hands are in my hair, on my face, then her fingernails dig into my arms. “You have too many clothes on. I want to feel your skin. Take off that ridiculous coat.”
“Are you ordering me around?” I laugh into her mouth as I kiss her again.
“Please,” she begs. “Take it off.”
I stand up, shrug the coat off, and then slip my t-shirt over my head. She stares at my chest before lowering her gaze, eyes lingering on the precise muscles of my stomach. She flattens both palms onto my skin as heat creeps into my body.
“You’re beautiful,” she says. “You know that?”
I shake my head. Very slowly. “You’re lookin’ in the mirror, Sugar. It’s not me you’re seein’.”
She bites her lip, eyes bright with mischief. “And sweet too.”
“I’m not the one covered in sprinkles, Miss Cookie.”
“I’m going to marry you, ya know.”
I lean down and take her face in my hands, fingertips brushing small circles against her cheeks as I stare into her blue eyes. “And have my babies?” I ask. “Little baby sugar cookies?”
“Maybe little baby brownies,” she whispers. And then she frowns. Deeply. And whispers, “Don’t leave me like that again. I was so sad.”
Oh, God. I am sad too, just thinking about it. “I’m really sorry I did that. I was just busy, Cindy. And it was confusing and being hired to kill a friend is kinda fucked up.”
“I would’ve helped you.”
“No,” I say. “I mean, I know you’re capable. But no. I don’t want you involved in any of this.”
“I’m already—”
“Shhh,” I whisper, kissing her mouth to stop this conversation. “Later. We have forever to talk about this. But right now all I want to do is enjoy everything about you.”
Before your brother gets here and we have to duke it out
, I don’t add.
She sees—or maybe senses—what I’m thinking and frowns again. It makes creases in her forehead as her little nose scrunches up. But she doesn’t push it. Instead, she reaches down and begin unbuckling my belt. She says, “I want to take off your pants.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Cindy
My fingers fumble with nervousness. I suddenly am shaking, unable to control my body’s reactions to everything that has happened over the past several weeks.
“Cindy,” Pax says, his hands taking over for the task I am seemingly unable to complete. His belt opens, the buckle jingling as he guides my fingertips to the button on his jeans. I manage that, the rapid beating of my heart still making me uneasy, and then drag the zipper down.
Pax is eager and ready for me, pulling his hard dick from his boxer briefs and pumping himself a few times before once again guiding my hand to where it should automatically be.
I gaze up at him, expecting him to ask questions. But his eyes are half-mast and filled with desire. “You really are beautiful,” I say. The part of me in the moment is unable to deny what I feel when I look at his face or his body. “I really do love you.”
“I really do love you back. I don’t care what Oliver says about this. It’s real. And it’s ours, not his. He has no say in anything.” His smile resets the uneven beating of my heart, and just as suddenly as it came, my anxiety passes. The
thumpety-thump
is normalized to just plain old
thump-thump
. “I wanna be with you. Not just today, but forever. I wanna wake up every morning thinking about the moment we will fall asleep together that night. I want to drink mint juleps with you, and margaritas, and start a new life that has nothing to do with the past. I want all of that. But right now I just wanna watch you, Cindy. Suck my cock, take it down your throat, swallow me. And then I’m gonna fuck you until you scream.”
I am nothing but heat. My whole body floods with warmth. My pussy is wet and throbbing for him. Ready to forget, if just for a moment, what’s really happening here.
I deserve this moment. I really do.
So I grab his biceps and sit up. I place both palms flat on his chest and push, just slightly. Just enough to make him take one step back and give me room to sink to my knees between him and the desk.
When I look up I’m the one who’s smiling now. “Are you ready to pick up where we left off?”
“So fucking ready.”
I open my mouth. He lets out a long breath of anticipation and slowly pumps his thick cock up and down as my tongue reaches for his tip. I lick. Once. Twice. My eyes trained on his as they close. His hands are on my head, fingertips tracing down my long braids as I take the head of his cock in my mouth and suck. He fists my braids, opens his lust-filled eyes for a moment, then slowly urges me to take him deeper.
I open as wide as I can, taking him the way he wants. Letting him fill me up until I can’t take any more and begin to gag.
“Breathe,” Pax says, encouraging me.
I do. I breathe through it, placing my hands flat on his thighs so I can push him away if it gets to be too much. But just as I do that, he lets got of my head and places his hands on top of mine, slowly moving his hips back and forth as he guides my fingers to his balls.
If I didn’t have his cock in my mouth, I’d smile. Instead, I chuckle, the vibrations of my vocal cords hitting him in just the right way, because he moans and his hands resume their position on my head. Urging. More and more urging to take him in as far as I can.
Drool starts slipping past my lips, dripping down onto my right knee, and it only makes me want to try harder.
“Mmmm,” I murmur around his hot flesh.
Pax reaches down and twists my nipple, making me groan with surprise at the acute twinge of pain. I draw back out of instinct, but his hips follow me, keeping us connected. “Stop me,” he says. “Stop me if you don’t like it. But I like it.”