Page 28 of Caged Heat

Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I rocked forward, dragging his length up and down. We both watched as our bodies moved together, his cock so close to where I wanted him, but I trusted him when he said to wait. So, I rocked into him, rubbing myself all over his cock, humping him in the front seat of his car with the wheel against my back.

Our breathing became ragged together as we chased that high, another orgasm somehow on the horizon again for me. As my body trembled, my pussy gushing all over him, he finally let himself go as he exploded his release. Gripping my face, he kissed me hard as he spilled between us, his dick twitching against my clit.

“Fuck. That was hotter than I ever expected,” he moaned between planting kisses on my lips.

I nodded, my words gone for the moment.

Chuckling, he reached around me, pulled something out of the backseat, and wiped us both clean. He placed me back in the middle, secured my seatbelt, and started the car. It was then I realized he’d pulled off on the side of the road. The thrill that someone could’ve seen us had my body vibrating with a second wave as I rested my head against his shoulder.

The rest of the drive home was quiet as we relaxed in one another’s company. When he pulled into my driveway, it was on the tip of my tongue to invite him in. But in the end, August saved me from having to decide.

“I have to be at the gym early, or I’d take you up on your offer,” he murmured, kissing me.

“I didn’t ask anything,” I said, my cheeks heating regardless.

August lifted a brow, the corner of his mouth twitching up. Damn him and his apparent obsession with me over the past ten years. I needed to up my game in order to stay on the same page as him.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said after a long goodbye kiss.

“Call, not a text?” I asked, a little dazed.

“I’m a grown-ass man, Nora. I don’t text. So, yes. I’ll call. Now, go inside and get some sleep. I’ll see you soon, dove.”

He dropped another kiss on my lips before opening my door and pushing me in. He waited on the other side until I locked it, his steps retreating once I’d turned on the kitchen light. I walked in a daze to my bedroom, wondering how this had become my life. I never realized how much I’d been missing out on until now.

Pulling out my phone to charge it, I forgot I’d been avoiding it and caught sight of the texts and missed calls. It seemed like Jackson was also a grown-ass man and could call as well. Interesting.

My heart hammered in my chest as I stared at the notifications. I should delete them, but something in me wouldn’t allow it. So instead, I cleared them for now and set my alarm, deciding I’d deal with Jackson and my confusing feelings tomorrow.

CHAPTER TEN

JACKSON

I stared at my phone, hoping it would magically change and show a response to the texts I’d sent. But just as it had for the past day and a half, they were all still unread.

Shoving my phone into the top desk drawer, I ran my fingers through my hair and debated my next move. Because there would be one. I wasn’t giving up on Ella.

Something about this woman drew me in completely, and I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since our night together. When I woke up on Sunday, and she was gone, I should’ve been relieved. But instead, all I felt was emptiness. She was gone, and I missed her.

I spent all Sunday night and Monday sending her messages, hoping she’d see them. And then, when she finally did and agreed to go on another date, I was ecstatic. Walking into that meeting room ten minutes later and finding her sitting at the table blew my mind. But with each passing second that she refused to make eye contact, I knew my battle wasn’t over.

Ella would be mine. I just had to find a new way to talk to her.

Pushing back from my desk, I quickly checked my calendar on the wall and ensured I had nothing scheduled for this afternoon. I’d been so out of it this morning that I hadn’t gotten any work done. Thankfully, I’d built a good team under me and didn’t have to micromanage them. They got the job done, allowing me to focus on other things. Which right now included Ella.

I’d poured over the fraternizing policy last night and was pleasantly surprised that it wouldn’t be an issue for us to continue dating. We only had to file a form with HR. Simple. I had to believe that was Ella’s concern, considering before she knew we worked together, she’d been willing to talk to me.

Grabbing my phone from my desk drawer, I logged off my computer and slung my messenger bag over my shoulder. Determinedly, I strutted out the door, only stopping momentarily to let my assistant know where I was going.

“I’ll be out of the office the rest of the day. Forward any calls to my voicemail, and I’ll handle them in the morning.”

Deanna eyed me up and down, taking everything in with a critical eye. Her dark hair was pulled back, and her glasses perched on her nose as she studied me. Leaning back in her chair, she continued to stare at me until I shuffled my feet. The woman was in her sixties and was the only person in this company that scared me. But after a disastrous few months with Belinda as my assistant, when she practically assaulted me every time I stepped into my office, I’d requested someone new.

Deanna had come into the interview with a list of things that had been done wrong on our last campaign and how she would improve them. It was refreshing she hadn’t flirted with me like all the other candidates had. I immediately hired her, enjoying her no-nonsense attitude and that she wasn’t trying to get in my pants. Some days I wondered who was the boss in our relationship since she had no problem telling me when I screwed up. But I found I liked her bluntness and needed it in my life.

“What?” I asked when I couldn’t stand the quiet any longer.

“What’s her name?” she asked, lifting one eyebrow.

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