Page 34 of Shy Girls write it Better
His hand went to her clit, just pushing against it, and she went over the edge right with him.
Fuck.
They stayed there, breathing hard, unmoving, still entangled in every way.
“Carter?”
“Yes?”
“You called me Cass.No one calls me Cass.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.I like it.”
Good.
“My Cass.”
Carter
They didn’t watch the movie; they never made the risotto, either.By eleven, they’d explored each other’s bodies thoroughly three times, when her stomach growled in protest, so he called for some pizza.She’d needed the energy for round four.And five.And the sixth one, when he woke her around four in the morning, too.
His body clock woke him two hours later, but after a couple of minutes of consideration, he was making an executive decision for them both.
“Trick, can you call down to accounting and tell the boss Cassandra Franklin is feeling unwell today?”
His friend sounded smug as shit when he asked, “And you know that before sunrise because…”
“No comment.”
His friend surprised him by keeping the teasing to a minimum.
“I’m happy for you, Carter.You’ve been less of an ass since you started getting pussy whipped.”
Then, he surprised him again.
“Word of warning.Michelle – Cassie’s boss – is going to give her a hard time if you go public.Hell, she’s giving her a hard timenow.”
What the fuck?Why hadn’t she said anything?
“She was against hiring her – I overrode it.Cassie and Michelle went to the same school, only your girl got adoublemajor, and was top of her class.Michelle’s been giving her trouble since day one.I didn’t intervene because, frankly, I was hoping she’d replace her soon, and managers need to know how to deal with issues like this.”
“She’s fired.Get her out of the office by Monday.”
He could almost see Trick shaking his head.
“Carter, we can’t fire someone under contract with no reason.She’ll just come at us with a law suit.”
He bit back his retort, willing himself to think clearly, but truth was, he wanted her gone if she was an issue for his woman.
Cassie…
He glanced back towards the half-opened door to his bedroom, where she still slept peacefully.
“I’ll talk to Cass about it and get back to you.But I won’t have her work in a hostile environment.”
“Yep, I called it.Pussy whipped.”
