Page 22 of The C Agreement

I leaned back so I could see his face. “I wouldn’t keep your car, you know.”

“I wasn’t talking about my car.” He glanced down at my crotch and back up to me as I sucked in a breath. “Come on. The chef wants me to try something.”

His blatant remark about my vagina belonging to him, followed by something about work, played ping-pong in my brain, and I had to hurry to catch up with him.

I still didn’t know how I felt about him claiming my pussy as his. I’d never had a boyfriend be possessive of my body in all the relationships I’d been in. And I was a strong feminist. No one owned me.

But fuck if it didn’t turn me on.

The trickle of wetness between my legs reminded me that my underwear was still in my purse and that I needed to get my desire under control before it looked like I’d had a bathroom accident in my yoga pants.

When I reached him, his back was to me, and he was speaking to someone.

“Mmm, that is good.” He spun around. “Open,” he said with a lift of his chin as he held a spoonful of food in front of me.

I scanned the room to see a bunch of eyes on me. When I turned back to Cade, the firm look in his eyes told me not to argue with him.

“Open, Rayne.” His voice was deep and almost seductive.

Tentatively, I obeyed, and Cade carefully stuck the spoon in my mouth.

A rich garlic-and-cream flavor hit my tongue as I bit into the pasta. I was sure there were other flavors in there, but picking them out wasn’t my strong suit. Quickly, I chewed the bite since it seemed like everyone was waiting to see what I thought.

Was tasting food always this serious in a kitchen?

I swallowed. “That was delicious.”

Cheers erupted, and I jumped, surprised by how excited everyone was.

Cade grinned. “You made their day.”

The kitchen staff turned their focus away from me and went back to doing their own things.

Smiling back, I threw my hands up. “I don’t get it. They don’t even know who I am.”

“Chef Frank wanted someone who didn’t work here to try his new dish, and I told him I knew just the woman to do it.” He reached up and wiped the corner of my mouth. He held up his thumb and showed me the sauce that had been there. “Looks like I missed some.”

I made sure no one was watching, and I grabbed Cade’s hand to shove his thumb in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the base, wanting him to picture me doing the same thing to his dick. As I slowly pulled his digit out, I sucked gently and nipped the tip.

I smiled innocently. “All clean.”

He shook his head and tried to suppress a grin. “You’re going to pay for that later.”

NINE

CADE

I showedRayne to my office, hoping I would be done with work soon. I normally didn’t have to come in on my days off, but both the owner and the weekend manager were out of town. Thankfully, Rayne liked to read and carried her e-reader in her purse, and I worked in a restaurant, so I had the kitchen make us a quick dinner.

By the time we left, I had kept her at Iron House for almost five hours. On the ride back to my house, she was silent, and I was feeling guilty.

“I’m sorry you had to wait for me for so long.”

We had gotten our test results back several hours ago, giving us the all clear. The worst part was, I had planned to use the afternoon to tease her until she was ready to come from the slightest touch, but things hadn’t gone the way I had wanted.

“I didn’t mean to spend so long there.”

She glanced away from the window. “It’s fine. I know work doesn’t always go as planned.” The smile she gave me didn’t quite reach her eyes.

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