Page 43 of Cash

"There you go again calling me nice. I'm not nice. Maybe you need a reminder of that," he said as his hand that had been resting on her thigh gripped her.

They were in a round booth, so he pulled her over until they were sitting next to each other, and he let his hand wander higher. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I could finger you right here in his booth. Then would you stop calling me nice?" His hand kept slowly sliding up until his pinky brushed across the fabric of her underwear and she was gone. Her breath had turned into shameful little pants she was trying to control.

"Is there anything else I can get for you two?" asked an unwelcome voice.

"Just the check," Cash said without looking at the waitress.

He thankfully didn't move his hand any higher, because if he did, she would combust on the spot. This was so far from the safe relationship she'd had with Bryan. He would barely hold her hand in public. Kissing in a movie theater was scandalous for him, he never would have his hand between her legs in a restaurant. But this thrilled her. And what pissed her off, is Cash was fully aware of what he was doing to her.

After Cash settled the bill, they made their way to his truck. He walked over to her side, but before he unlocked the door and let her in, he pinned her to the truck and kissed her. He reached behind her and opened the door and broke the kiss. Dazed, she got in and tried to gather her thoughts as he closed the door and got in on the other side.

He had already started up the truck, pulled out of the parking lot, and had his hand resting on her thigh before she was able to fully formulate thoughts again.

"So, thanks for doing this fake date thing."

He gently squeezed her knee as he drove. It was a quiet drive back to her townhouse. She hopped out and to her pleasant surprise Cash followed her to the door.

"Do you want to come in?" she asked.

"I do, but I want to be up front first."

Here it was, here was the other shoe she was waiting to drop. She knew it was too good to be true.

"I want to come in, but I just want to tell you right now I can't stay the night. As much as I would love to, I have a teenager at home who has already run back to the city once this week. While we seem to have come to a truce of some kind, staying out all night might break all that."

"You want to come in?"

"Are you kidding me? What the fuck do you need me to do? I am here. I’m here for you, to fuck you, to take you on real dates, not these fake ones you keep referring to. If you'll have me. I just didn't want you in your head when I have to leave, because," he said as he stepped into her space and kissed her neck and kissed up to her ear, "if I had my way, I would stay all night and make you come again and again until you couldn't stand anymore. Then I would make you breakfast and do it all over again."

"Oh," she said breathlessly. That's all her brain could come up with because all the blood in her body was pulsing between her legs.

"So, I'm going to need you to open this door and let us in so I can have my dessert," he said then he bit her earlobe. She whimpered.

He finally pulled back out of her space, and she was finally able to complete a thought.

"I mean, unless you want me to eat that incredible pussy right here on your porch...because I'm game?—"

Before he could finish that thought, she had the door unlocked and her hand fisted in his shirt dragging him into her house.

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His arms wrapped around her as he kicked the door shut behind them. If he was a better man, he would have taken her upstairs into what he was sure was a comfortable bed, but there was no time for that. He needed her now. He needed to taste her and hear her moans again. There was something so intoxicating about someone who was so prim and proper like her falling apart and losing all control, and he was making that happen right now.

His mouth was on her and his hand was pulling up her skirt. Thank fuck for sundresses. He held her close to him while the other squeezed and rubbed her pussy over her underwear.

"Cash," she moaned out. He let go long enough to try and slide off her underwear. He kissed down her neck and continued down to the full curve of her cleavage. Her hand fisted his hair, holding him close. He bent enough to let her step out of her underwear, which he quickly slipped into his pocket, before holding her body close to his and walking her back to the steps behind her.

He lowered her and kneeled before he pushed her legs wide.

"Right here?" she gasped. His fingers found her already slippery core.

"Yeah, baby. Right here," he said as he kissed down her neck and nuzzled that soft mound of cleavage while he slipped a finger inside her. She gasped and her legs fell further open to him. As much as he wanted to play with her beautiful tits, he was driven solely by his need to taste her. He moved his finger up to her clit and made tiny circles. Fuck. She was everything and she didn't even know.

He lowered his head to her and slowly licked her from her entrance all the way up to her clit. He let his tongue flick over the sensitive bud while she writhed on the stairs.

"Fuck," he rasped out at the sight of her still half-dressed, with her legs spread writhing in need on the stairs. He plunged his fingers inside of her as his tongue continued to lick circles over her clit.

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