Page 41 of Due Diligence

“Asshole.”

“You love it.” I gave her breast a squeeze, wishing I could do more. “Look at you, letting me touch your tits here. You don’t care if anyone’s watching us?”

Cassie opened her eyes and looked right into mine. She shook her head as she watched me, lipstick smeared and her expression wild with lust. “Baby, I prefer it.”

“I can do more,” I murmured, rubbing my palm over her hard nipple. Even through the fabric, I could feel it peaking against my touch, begging for my lips to wrap around the swollen flesh. “Let me take you home to my bed. Let me show you how hard your body wants to come for me.”

She groaned, still grinding those sumptuous hips.

“I’ll come in you,” I went on. “I’ll fill you up so much that you’d do anything for my cock, no matter how much you hate me.”

In response, she put her mouth back on mine. She let out another moan of approval when I pinched her nipple, massaging it between my fingertips. “I can’t wait.”

“No?”

“No,” she insisted, pulling away from my lips. She shook her head for emphasis as she looked at me. “I can’t wait. I need you.”

I leaned forward to press my forehead against hers, letting our sweat mix in the most primal, intoxicating manner possible. “Say it again.”

“What?”

“Say it again, Cassie.”

She peered up at me through long eyelashes, her gaze unfaltering. Once again, in that way that already made me crazy, she fixed her bottom lip between her teeth. “I need you, Marcus. I need to have you.”

Yes. The thought alone was doing it for me. Now that I’d heard the words, I was a man possessed. I released her body from my grip and wasted no time carving a path for us off the dancefloor. Bodies gyrated and moved around us, keeping us in a tangle of limbs. I teetered between desperate and frustrated, but when I looked back at Cassie, I saw she was smiling. When we emerged from the crowd, she didn’t hesitate to pull me off course. I didn’t object, but I did ask her where we were going.

“I used to work here,” she surprised me by saying as we bypassed the lines for the bathroom.

Cassie led me down a peeling, darkened hallway around the corner. The sound of the music faded with each passing second as we ventured deeper into the club. We reached a door at the end of the hallway. It was dented and heavy, with stickers applied in a thick layer over it.

I pushed it open and reached in to flick on a light switch—and to my surprise I saw it was a bathroom. It wasn’t a communal one with stalls. Instead it was a single bathroom, clearly for employees. It was confined and dim, and even chilly from a small, open window by the ceiling.

Cassie shut the door behind us and locked the heavy deadbolt. She turned around and faced me. We stared at each other in the low light from the single bulb affixed above us.

I took a step towards her, moving slowly. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, focused. Carefully, she released an exhale as I took another step forward, closing the gap between us. Her back pressed against the door. I rested my forearms against it as well, encaging her with my body. She gazed up at me, her breathing growing heavier.

“Cassie,” I said. I savored her name.

“Marcus.”

“Do you want me?”

She did.

I didn’t need to ask her. I could tell by the way her body was undulating against mine, like she simply couldn’t hold back. She was rolling on waves of desperation.

“Yes.” Her voice trembled slightly.

“How bad?”

“So bad,” she answered, exhaling as she said it like the admission relieved her.

“Bad enough to let me play with you in a nightclub bathroom?”

She nodded, no hesitation. “Yes.”

In the dim light, I was taken aback by just how beautiful she was. When she looked up at me, I could tell she didn’t see anything else around us. I had her attention—all of it. I had no idea how desperately I wanted it until I was practically bathing in it. I lifted an eyebrow. “You can’t wait for it? You’re that eager for me?”

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