Page 41 of Caden's Situationship

“You have a dirty mind, Caden Madden,” she said, clearly seeing where my thoughts had gone.

“Being around you brings out every dirty thought I’ve ever had.” I breathed in that strawberry vanilla scent I loved. “But I’m trying to be a gentleman most of the time.”

She sighed as her eyes held mine. “I don’t need you to be a gentleman most the time.” Stepping closer to me, she played with the hem of my shirt. “Especially at a time like now when all I’ve been doing is replaying all the dirty things you did to me a couple days ago.”

It was like every ounce of patience I had in my body left the moment she said those words. “Turn around and place your hands against the bookshelf,” I told her, my dick jumping when she did as told. I inched my fingers underneath her shirt, concluding that my earlier assumption that she wasn’t wearing a bra was right on point.

I kissed the slope of her sweet neck while one hand kneaded a nipple and the other went inside of her cotton shorts. No panties either.Shit.Cordelia was pulling out a whole new type of bold tonight.

Getting on my knees, I pulled down her shorts and tossed them things aside before I lifted her left leg and placed it over my shoulder. Her vanilla scent was teasing my nostrils before I even satisfied my hunger by licking the pussy that had me whistling in the shower every morning since we had sex the first time.

As much as I liked to be in control, Cordelia was running the damn show. But all I wanted to do tonight was feast on her as she gazed up at the stars. I kept the strokes of my tongue light at first, but once her moans began flirting with my ears, I increased the motions, unable to help myself.

Several times, Cordelia’s knees buckled and she shook the bookcase so much, a book would fall and just miss my head.

“Next time you do that, you have to pick up the book.”

“Okay,” she said. But I doubted she was even listening to what I told her. Seconds later, she shook the bookcase again, only this time, I made good on my promise and repeated my words.

“What did you pick up?” I inquired, after she’d proven just how flexible she was by bending down and getting the book, still balanced on one leg. While she answered, my tongue went back to work.

“Be-Beloved,” she stuttered.

“Who is it by?” I asked, my mouth still pressed against her pussy

“T-Toni Morrison.”

“Read the first page.”

“What?” she asked breathlessly. “Caden, I can barely stand with what you’re doing to me.”

“And I’ll stop, unless you do what I ask.” To prove my point, I stopped moving my tongue. She let out a frustrated moan and began reading the first page of the book. It sounded more like she was reading the copyright page or the bio, but I wasn’t about to make her flip to the first page of the actual book. That shit would have just been cruel.

When she started to get through a couple sentences in a row without stuttering, I began to dip my tongue deeper into her center, my thumb rubbing her clit in the same motion. It didn’t take her long to figure out the faster she read, the faster I went, until finally, my naughty little princess came apart above my face, dropping the book and knocking over a host of others in the process.

“I love a woman who loves to read,” I told her, biting her left ass cheek as she continued to ride out her orgasm.

When she finally stopped convulsing, I helped her slide to the floor, both of us surrounded by an expensive collection of books. I was hard as steel, but I enjoyed the hell out of that experience knowing that I would never look at this room or books without imagining Cordelia moaning up into the skylight.

Sixteen

CORDELIA

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” I glanced nervously around the red velvet room with dim lighting and limited furniture. I could wring Caden’s sexy neck for telling me he had a surprise after he finished meeting with the executive board for Black Lush.

A good surprise was flowers and candy. An even better surprise was tickets to dinner and a movie or a concert. However, when Caden used the word surprise, it apparently came with two glasses of champagne for my nerves and a Hail Mary to get me through this night.

I downed the last of my bubbly and paced the confines of the small space.

“You have nothing to be nervous about,” he said.

“Pacing is my way of trying to calm my nerves.” When he laughed, I pinned him with a look that I hoped meant he couldn’t mess with me right now. I was too busy freaking out.

“We can go if you want,” he suggested. “But you were the one who told me you wanted to learn to strip tease.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you were going to take me to an actual strip club to learn from a real-life stripper.”

“Who better to learn from than the source?”

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