Page 42 of Due Diligence

“Yes,” she insisted. She raised her hands and put them on my chest, planting them flat on my t-shirt. “Please.”

“Shh,” I said, bringing a hand down to rest my index finger against her lips. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” she asked, speaking against my finger. Her breath was warm and inviting. I couldn’t wait to kiss her again.

“Don’t beg me.” I lowered my other arm and I rested my hand on her waist. My thumb began to caress the skin above the line of her skirt, teasing her. “You should never beg anyone, Cassie. I should be begging you.”

She didn’t respond. She simply pressed her tongue through her lips and wet my index finger.

“Unless you like that,” I mused, watching as she parted her lips to bring her mouth over the top of my finger.Fuck.“Unless you like begging me. Maybe you do. Maybe you want to beg for my cock, Cassie.”

Silently, she nodded—and holy shit, I could barely keep it together. I somehow managed to steel my expression, watching as this incomprehensibly sexy woman sucked on my fingertip and told me she wanted to beg me for my dick.

“Cassie Pierson,” I murmured. I pulled my finger out from between her lips before I replaced it with my own mouth for a quick peck. “You surprise me.”

“You talk too much,” she replied. Gracefully, she pulled away from my touch and ducked past me so she was standing in front of the white porcelain sink. Still facing me, she braced her hands on the edge and hopped up, positioning herself so she was sitting on the edge of it.

“Come here.” She beckoned at me with her fingertip. “Please.”

Stubbornly and against all instincts, I stayed in my spot by the door. “What for?”

“Because I need to feel you.” She brought her fingers to her waistband and began to skim the edge of the leather. “I saw youearlier, touching that woman you were dancing with. I couldn’t stop watching.”

Surprised, I allowed a soft smile to reach my lips. The thought of her watching me could rewire my entire brain. Cassie Pierson watching me and wishing she were the woman in my arms? Fucking hell, I could die happy now. “You saw that?”

Cassie nodded.

“So, you knew I was here?”

She nodded again. “Come touch me. I need it. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Narrowing my eyes, I shook my head. “You gave me such a hard time when I came up to you…”

“I love messing with you,” she responded with a smile. “You’re so fucking adorable when you’re being serious.”

I moved from the door and stood in front of her. Slow and controlled, I brought my hand to her chin and gently held it between my thumb and my index finger. “Did it make you jealous?”

Cassie kept her expression unrevealing, but the goosebumps that peppered her skin betrayed her cool. “What do you mean?”

“When I was dancing with that other woman. When I was touching her. Did it make you jealous?”

Wordlessly, Cassie nodded. She kept those big brown eyes on mine, staring at my expression. Eventually, her own expression shifted into near agony—like she was drowning in impatience.

“Were you worried I was going to fuck her? That I was never going to notice you because I was too busy putting my hands on her?”

Again, she nodded—and that sent heat right through me.

“Did you hate her, Cassie?” I whispered it, putting my lips near hers. “Did you hate that I wanted to fuck her?”

“Yes,” she cooed as she reached forward and hooked her index fingers through my belt loops. Her actions were firm and possessive—and greedy as hell.

“Tell me why.”

“What do you mean?”

“Tell me why you were jealous. What did you want from me?”

“I wanted you to fuck me,” she declared, tugging on my belt loops as she said it.

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