Page 43 of Due Diligence

“Even though you hate me?” I placed my hands on her bare thighs and ran them upwards. “Even though I tried to get you fired? Even after I humiliated you at work today? You’re that fucking horny, Cassie?”

“Yes, Marcus. Please.”

I drew in a breath through my teeth before I shook my head. “I don’t think you deserve it.”

Cassie paused, a frown setting in on her face. “What?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if I want to fuck you,” I continued, airily taking in the way her cheeks flushed pinker with each second. “After everything you’ve put me through, why would I want to gift you with my cock? You think you’ve earned that?” My hands began to push the hem of her skirt up, revealing inch after inch of her delectable, tan skin.

“Dickhead.”

“My cock isn’t for girls who insult me,” I continued. When her skirt reached the point where her ass was pressing it against the sink, I clicked my tongue. “Up.”

She didn’t hesitate to lift her hips, one side and then the other, so I could continue to raise her skirt. I made it over the curve of her ass and smiled as the minuscule red thong she was wearing came into view. Her body was otherworldly, by far the most exquisite thing I had ever laid eyes on. Another time, another place and I would have taken a few hours to kiss every inch of her. I would have run my hands over her and whispereda limitless list of promises—all in the name of this body. But tonight we were in a nightclub bathroom—and this was going to be fast and frenzied.

“My cock is also not for women who can’t get to work on time. God, Cassie, you look so good.” I lowered one hand to cup her mound, feeling the warmth of her pussy against the palm of my left hand.

She mewed lightly at the contact before she quickly narrowed her eyes. “Then fuck me, you asshole.”

“Ah, the insults again,” I mused. I began to massage my palm against her, caressing her pussy over the thin fabric. Heat and wetness met my skin, testing my resolve. “No, you’re definitely not getting my cock tonight.”

“Seriously?” She gasped as my knuckle pressed the lace between her folds, seeking her clit. She brought her hand up to the back of my neck and pulled my mouth down to hers. “Don’t you want to be inside of me?”

I did. I wanted to be inside her so much that I would have sold off all my Libra shares in a heartbeat and resigned myself to a mundane cubicle job, even if it just meant a few minutes with her. But I didn’t tell her that. I just continued to tease her pussy, smiling as she began to whimper.

“You drive me crazy.”

“I like it that way.” My lips found hers again. The kiss felt familiar now, deep and laced with anticipation. I took my free hand and placed it on her hip bone, briefly massaging it over her bunched-up skirt. My hand drifted, traveling along her bare stomach and inciting shivers from her as I grazed her abdomen. I brought it up to the loose hem of her shirt and grabbed a fistful of cloth. I tugged on it, tightening her shirt around her breasts.

Cassie released my lips and paused with her nose against mine. “Touch more of me.”

“Answer a question for me first.”

“Stop teasing me.”

“I’m serious. Answer a question for me and I’ll touch you wherever you want.”

She paused, frowning. “You’re really serious?”

“Yep.” As I waited, I slowly slid my hand up her mound and poised my fingertips right underneath the front edge of her thong. They danced there, taunting her. All I had to do was slide my hand down, and I would make direct contact with her sweet, bare pussy,

“Whatever,fine.What do you want to know?”

I tightened my grip on the handful of her t-shirt and smiled as I said, “Be honest. How long have you wanted me to touch you?”

Cassie inhaled sharply and looked away. Seconds passed. When she looked back at me, the desire clearly outweighed her frustration. “Ten years.”

Ten years.

A smirk escaped onto my lips; I couldn’t even stop it. I didn’t want to stop it.

She rolled her eyes. “Are you happy? Ten years ago, I saw you in the library and I thought you had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen on another human. Two weeks ago, I was so nervous to see you again, I made myself sick at the thought. Honestly,fuck you, Marcus.”

“Same,” I said simply.

Cassie frowned. “Wait,what?”

I nodded. “Ten years ago, I wanted you so much it hurt. I used to think about you nonstop. And then you fucking wrecked me, Cassie Pierson. You really did.”

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