Page 39 of Lucifer's Hounds

“Wow,” Cass says from beneath me. I glance down at him. The view from up here is pretty spectacular. I stare down into those gorgeous pools, filled with pleasure that I caused, and a smile that’s absolutely stunning.

“What?”

“You. Just you.” His eyes close and his smile remains.

“I’m fixing to make a run for it.” I say playfully and wiggle on top of him. He laughs and sits up with me still straddling him.

“Here.” He moves to the edge so I can step down easily. Such a gentleman.

“Thank you.” I walk to the back in search of a towel to clean the mess we made.

“Look at that ass,” Cass says, making me shimmy my hips from side to side as I walk away. I can hear him still laughing tohimself when I come back out with a wet towel. I toss it across the bar, and he catches it with ease.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he says as he cleans himself up.

“Well, looks like I can scratch that off of my bucket list.”

“What’s that?” he asks.

“All of the above: strip pool, sex on a pool table, and sex with my boss. Three firsts for me,” I confess.

“Really?” he asks, a look of astonishment on his face. “You’ve never done any of that before?”

“No. Come on, it’s not like that’s something I do with every guy I see,” I say, my tone dry and cold. I’m a little caught off guard by his insinuation. His insult. I storm across the bar and pick up my clothes. Cass is hot on my heels, grabbing my wrist and whipping me around to face him.

“Hey, I didn’t mean anything by that. I just figured a woman as beautiful as you has had her fair share of experiences. I wasn’t judging you and I’m sorry if it sounded that way baby,” he says with one hand securely on either side of my face.

He leans in and touches his lips to mine ever so slightly.

“That didn’t make it any better, huh? I’m bad with words, so bear with me.”

I smile and kiss him. “You’re good. It’s fine.”

“Okay.”

I lean down and retrieve my shirt and shorts, staring at another ripped and ruined pair of my black lace underwear.

“I think I get the hint,” I say, pulling my shirt over my head.

“What? What are you talking about?” he asks.

“Sorry. Okay, here’s my train of thought. Every time I wear underwear you rip them off. I get the hint now. I’ll stop wearing them when I know I’m going to see you,” I explain. His eyes shine with a light in them I haven’t seen much of. Mischief? Is that what I see there?

“It’s about damn time,” he cheers.

“I don’t mind it, though. It’s sexy as hell, so now I’m torn. Do I stop wearing them or do Ikeepwearing them?” I ponder aloud.

Cass chuckles. “Whatever you want. How about some dessert?” he asks.

“What? I thought thatwasdessert.” I feign shock.

“That was the beginning of dessert. This,” he says, opening the cooler to reveal a pie, “This is dessert.”

“Oh, you really do know the way to my heart.”

I turn around and grab two plates and spoons from the back. There are few things that excite me anymore, but sweets is definitely one of the few.

“Here I am thinking I was the only fat kid around here,” he says, picking on me. I’m nearly salivating over the thought of this pie. Dessert followed by dessert? Yes, please.

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