Page 19 of The C Agreement

“Even if we have a good time together, it’s best that we end things after a month. Less complications.”

I shrugged and smiled. “I figured. I don’t want to lie to Beau and Em forever.”

“I’m serious. Don’t fall in love with me, Rayne.”

Wow. He was really worried I would get attached to him.

Leaning forward, I said, “I won’t. It’s just sex.”

He frowned again.

“But you might want to make sure you don’t fall in love with me,” I said, my tone earnest.

He laughed, which was what I had been going for. He was worrying over nothing.

I took a deep breath. “So, we’re really going to do this?”

His eyes narrowed, and he smiled. “I sure as hell hope so.”

I smiled back. “We agree then. I’ll be at your beck and call, and you’ll teach me to be a rock star in the bedroom.”

“That’s too wordy. How about cock for cunt?”

“Ooh. Cock for cunt. It’s a C agreement,” I joked.

Cade’s smile slowly melted as heat filled his eyes. His gaze shifted to a server headed our way, then back to me.

“As soon as we order our food, I want you to take that cunt into the restroom and take off your panties.”

EIGHT

CADE

Rayne squirmedfor the hundredth time as the server dropped off our bill and took our plates.

“Are you okay over there?” I asked, trying to hide my smile, already knowing the answer.

“No,” she hissed. She leaned forward and dropped her voice. “You had me take off my underwear, but you haven’t done anything about it.”

It seemed we had different definitions ofdoing anything about it.

I cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “And what am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know. Touch me? Otherwise, what’s the point?”

To build anticipation. I suspected most, if not all, of Rayne’s past lovers hadn’t taken much time with foreplay. And it was hard to be good in bed if one wasn’t having that much fun.

“The point is, I know your pussy is bare under your pants.” I smirked. “And it makes me happy.” I picked up her hand and placed it on my crotch, where she could feel how hard I was. “Very happy.”

She started to squeeze, and I quickly pulled her hand away. I’d been suffering just as much as she had throughout lunch. Her long blonde hair was up in a ponytail today, and it was taking everything in me not to grab it and shove her head down so she could wrap her mouth around my aching length.

“You’re no fun.”

I laughed. “I’m very fun.”

“Says you.”

I loved how eager she was for me, but I was also surprised. After everything she’d told me last night about her ex and how embarrassed she was, I’d thought I was going to have to take things slow with her.

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