Page 29 of Lucifer's Hounds

“Don’t stop. Right there,” Cass grunts as I grind into him. The sound of his gruff, lustful voice has me so close. I push harder, moving faster. With the change of pace, my body tightens and I come around him, even harder than the last time.

“Come with me,” I plead as my orgasm rocks through me. Cass lets out a moan and I smile. Score one for the home team.

I collapse on top of Cass, who wraps his arms around me and holds me in the still of the moment. Ragged breaths, sweat, rapid beating hearts.

“I can feel the smile on your face,” Cass says, and I hear the smile in his voice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh yeah?” He jabs his fingers in my ribs, tickling me. I jump up, laughing in a panic.

“No touch!” I pick, running across the room. I sigh. “I was comfortable, asshole.”

“So was I, but I wanted to see your face.”

I start picking up my clothes and when it dawns on me that I can’t wear my underwear, I shoot a playful frown at Cass.

“You’re fucking kidding, right? Really, Cass? Must you destroy every pair of underwear that I like?” I try, and fail, to keep a straight face. Cass raises an eyebrow at me.

“Oh, please. Tell me you don’t like it.”

I fight to hold back the grin that threatens to spread across my face.

“Point. Proven,” Cass says, grabbing his jeans and stepping into them. Something about the sight of him in blue jeans, and only blue jeans, makes me want to rip them off him again. I close the distance between us, my nose touching his. My hands roam over his shoulders, down his arms and back up again. Cass stiffens under my hand. Our eyes are locked as my hands come back up his shoulders and down his chest.

“Brother, I hate to interrupt, but its three-thirty, and we’re all getting out of here. Do you need anything before we go?” a loud voice crackles over the PA system in the conference room, startling me and making me jump back from Cass. My heart hammers in my chest and I stare at Cass wide-eyed before we both start laughing.

Cass walks over to the button on the wall next to a speaker. “Nope, I’m good, brother.”

He turns back to face me. “Well, Miss Summers, it was good to see you again. Unfortunately, I have to get going. But before I leave, will you please take my cell number so you can get in touch with me without having to pretend to have a problem with my company’s prints?” he asks, handing me a business card that has his cell number written on the back of it. I take it and shove it into my pocket.

“You owe me an explanation,” I demand.

“You are correct. I do. However, I can’t explain right now. I’ve got something to handle. You know how to get out of here.” He kisses my forehead before walking out the door.

Seriously? Of course he’s leaving. Houdini motherfucker.

I finish getting dressed and head to the car. I have to be at work in an hour or so and I’m in desperate need of another shower so that I don’t smell like sex for the rest of the night.

I park outside Creek’s and grab a bag of clothes from the backseat, checking my hair in the rear view before I walk in.

Scott greets me as I walk through the door.

“Find what you were looking for?” He asks with a huge smile plastered across his face.

“Sort of.” My cheeks heat, although I know that no one knows what just happened, I feel like they can see it written all over me. As if I’m covered in cum and there’s a black light shining on me.

“Are you better now?” Mindy asks from behind the bar.

“A little. I’m going to shower, then I’ll come take shift.” I walk past Mindy to the back.

Showering quickly, I get out with a smile. I’m singing and dancing around as I get ready for the night at work. Although I don’t have any answers yet, I’m happy with the way the day has turned out. Even though I got nothing accomplished and havezero answers about anything, a couple of orgasms has a way of making things just a tad bit better.

Why would he have to rush home? I ponder on that for a few minutes and suddenly everything seems to click. He’s married. He has to be. Of course. I shake my head in disbelief that I hadn’t realized it sooner. That’s the only thing that makes sense. I suddenly feel hungover again.

Walking out front, Mindy looks at me with a puzzled look. “What happened between you going to take a shower and coming back out here?”

“Nothing. Why?” I ask, trying to put on my best bartender face.

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