Page 45 of The C Agreement

He didn’t really mean sex, did he? I was at work. I didn’t have a lock on my door, so anyone could walk in.

“It means, you’ve been such a good girl this past week, sucking my cock every night. I almost think you’re starting to like it.”

I licked my lips. “Not almost. Not starting to. I do like it.”

More like love it. The sounds that Cade made when I wrapped my mouth around him and sucked him to the back of my throat made me feel powerful. And the way he looked at me…it made me feel like I was the most gorgeous woman in the world.

We’d been experimenting with different positions too. I’d knelt on the floor, I’d lain between his legs, I’d lain on the bed while he stood, and one night, we’d sixty-nined. But I thought my favorite was when he had stood next to the bed while I was on my back with my head hanging off the mattress and I let him wrap a hand around my throat and basically fuck my face. Funny how that was the one where I’d had the least control and Cade had the majority, but it was the one I’d enjoyed the most.

I felt my core pulse, just thinking about it.

He stalked toward me. “Are you thinking about it right now?”

“That I like it when you come in my mouth?”

Cum was never going to taste the best, but there was something about his that I didn’t mind.

Maybe it was the way he kissed me after, like he couldn’t get enough of me.

I was really going to miss our bedroom fun when it was over.

Cade groaned and adjusted his pants. “Rayne, babe, you are making me hard.”

In the last few days, he’d dropped thebabething more than once. I didn’t know if he even realized he said it.

Removing his hand, he held it up along with the other, as if he was surrendering. “Nope. No. I came here for you.” He lowered his gaze to my crotch. “And for me. We’ve spent way too much time on you going down on me and not enough of me going down on you. I miss your taste.”

My eyes widened in shock. “You like the way I taste?”

He cupped my face. “You are the most interesting mix of naughty and naive.”

I frowned at him. “I wouldn’t say I’m naive.”

He pursed his lips, holding back a smile. “You’re right. You’re not. How about…you’re a mix of experienced and inexperienced?”

“That’s better.”

He laughed and took my mouth. His lips were hard, and his tongue was soft. I sucked on it like it was his shaft, and before I could figure out what was happening, he pulled away.

“Take off your panties and go sit in your chair.”

After sleeping together for over a week, I no longer hesitated when he gave me a command. Even though a part of me was nervous that someone might come in, the part that wanted him to eat me out was louder, so I might as well listen to her.

I slipped off my underwear and shoved them in the bottom desk drawer, where I kept my purse, then sat.

Cade eyed my armrests. “Do those move out of the way?”

“Oh. Yes, they flip up.” I quickly snapped both of them upright.

“Perfect.” He tapped a finger on his bottom lip, then crossed his arms and widened his stance. “Spread your legs and slowly lift the bottom of your dress and show me your pussy.”

Sliding my bottom forward on the leather seat, I leaned back so my hips were forward and bared myself to him.

“So wet. I can see your cunt glistening in the light. I could stare at you all day.”

Voices sounded in the hall, and he grimaced.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have all day.”

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