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“Shh, my bad girl,” he growled into her ear, causing her skin to break out in gooseflesh. “You don’t want anyone to hear us and spoil our fun, do we?”
She grinned like a madwoman as he continued to plow into her, harder and faster, just the way she wanted, their bodies clapping into each other like riveting applause. He took the hand that had still been resting on her breast and wrapped it around her mouth, muffling her approaching cries of ecstasy.
Cassandra closed her eyes as she experienced one of the most wonderful orgasms she had ever felt in her life. It jetted from her pussy to the tips of her fingers that dug into the concrete wall in front of her. She was glad he had covered her mouth because if he hadn’t, her bellows would have been heard by every single patron.
She felt high as a kite as she felt him continue to thrust inside her, so content with her naughtiness and awareness that she had broken one of her top rules.
Chapter8
Flash
Flash had never had such spontaneous and exhilarating sex in his entire life. Sure, he had been with women, but there wasn’t anyone who made him feel the way Cassandra had. Her forwardness and demands for him to fuck her turned him on like a lantern in the dead of night, which made him realize that had been exactly what he was.
He felt it in his body when she came, rubbing against his cock to absorb all of the delight the dopamine surge had to offer. That was enough to force his body to follow. He exploded inside her with a thrilling orgasm, making his legs shake like twigs in the wind. He leaned against her, engulfed in the thick fog of her wonderful lemon and vanilla scent and her melodious whimpers.
It was only after they had gotten themselves together and left the storage room that Cassandra suddenly turned cold.
They were walking through the crowd to the exit, and Flash had tried to reach out his hand to grip hers. He was still floating from the fast fuck, his brain on fire from the wash of endorphins moving up and down his spine. So when she actively moved her hand away from his, the tinge of disappointment he felt in his heart was sharp.
“Are you okay?” he asked her as they wandered into the parking lot. Her heels were clapping against the ground ahead of them like a teacher late for a lesson.
The fantasy bloomed in his mind, and he stashed it away for later.
“I’m fine,” she snapped at him.
His cock had barely deflated in his pants as they climbed into the car in silence. He wanted to place his hand on her thigh, that delicious muscle he’d caught mere glimpses of as they sat opposite each other in the booth. But he thought better of it, given her current state, seeing it as too bold at the moment.
So they drove on in silence, Flash’s irritation rising in him like an oncoming avalanche. He was good at noticing it, but it was when it decided to fire on full force that he found himself losing control. He was thankful he had just had an orgasm that seemed to have a sedative effect on his emotions.
If he hadn’t, God forbid, he’d likely have said something to her to put her off him completely.
He turned on the radio to get rid of the awkwardness and maybe even to distract himself. He commented on a few songs and ads, but all she did was nod or give him a pathetic, trivial smile. He wondered if she regretted how hard she had come onto him at the bar or if she was embarrassed that they had fucked in a storage closet.
It didn’t matter because they weren’t going to get anywhere that night. So when they arrived at Slade and his house, what had transpired between them was so obvious, it was nearly palpable.
Slade waited at the door with a book in his hand, about to walk into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. He greeted them both politely.
“Busy night at the pub?” he asked.
“Very,” Cassandra replied in a snap. “I’ve got some calls to make to update my employer, so I’ll be in the lounge before we talk about my day.”
Without saying another word, Cassandra moved up the steps like she had been to their home a thousand times. She shut the door like a bereft teenager, and Slade held out his hands in a shrug.
“You really couldn’t wait to get to her, could you?”
He and Slade had discussed the night before how Slade knew immediately that Cassandra was their fated mate. Because of their past fighting over a woman, they’d decided to come to an agreement after informing her of the whole mate thing. Except, Flash hadn’t told her about the mate thing, and they’d had sex without telling her about how serious the act would be between them
“She came onto me, man,” Flash whispered through gritted teeth. “You know exactly how it is. There is no way you could have said no either.”
He huffed past Slade and moved into the kitchen, turning on the coffee machine and grinding the beans. He had been living with Slade for a long time, so he knew his nightly routine. They were like an old married couple. Slade walked into the kitchen, placed his book down, and leaned against the counter.
“So, did you tell her?” he asked, keeping his voice down.
“No, for fuck’s sake,” Flash snapped, nearly slamming the coffee beans into the grinder. “It just didn't come up, okay?”
Slade sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, a gesture Flash had grown used to. Like an exhausted father giving his son shit for being so late past curfew.
“But you decided to have sex with her anyway?” Slade pressed on.
