Page 71 of Unsure in Love

She giggled. “Maybe I want you to take me right here on your couch.” She flexed her hips again, teasing me.

“No.” I pulled back to capture her gaze while my finger slid between us to tease her through her panties. She sucked in a breath. “I want you in bed where I can take my time tasting and touching every inch of your delectable body.” I pushed two fingers into her underwear to slide between her slit. To my satisfaction, she was soaked.

Her eyes closed, and a moan escaped her. She breathed out my name shakily as I buried my digits deeper. My eyes were glued to her face, watching pleasure flit across it.

“If you keep that up, I won’t be able to walk all the way to your bedroom,” she said.

When I pulled my roaming hand from under her dress, she groaned her disappointment, and I smirked. “Then let’s go right now.”

I planned to indulge in her for hours.

27

CASS

I was minutes away from seeing my father again after the emotional distress he put me through the last time. Yet all I could think about was that my time with Damian was winding down.

Standing in Damian’s office, I blindly stared out the window. Any other time, I would have enjoyed the magnificent view of the city—the skyline view, skyscraper buildings, and the tiny figures moving on the street and sidewalks. It was so different from Oakland, like an entire world away from home.

Instead of taking everything in or worrying about my father, I was too busy dreading leaving in just two days. I never thought I’d miss anywhere else other than Oakland with this intensity. I’d been in New York only a short while and already, it felt like home. Or maybe it was Damian that felt like home.

Taking a deep breath, I fought against the myriad of emotions swamping me. Confusion, fear, shock. How did I allow one person to burrow himself so deeply into my heart? Did I make a terrible mistake getting so close to Damian? Would what I have going on with him end in heartbreak? My mind and emotions reeled so fast that I—

“Cassandra.”

The familiar accented purr of my name brought my panic to a halt. Damian had a strong, calming presence that made me feel safe. I smiled at him over my shoulder. “Hey.”

He wasn’t fooled by my false cheer. His sharp gaze moved over my face with a mix of concern and the typical possessive quality. Instead of leaving me terrified, I embraced it. I wanted to be his. I’d made a complete one-eighty in the name of relationships… However, that didn’t mean I still didn’t have my guard up.

Damian stepped into the room and closed the door, eyes still on me. As he approached, he said, “You look stressed. You don’t have to see him if you don’t want to.”

Turning back around to look out the window, I didn’t bother correcting him on what had me troubled. My issue was the distance that would soon be between us, not seeing my father. “I have to. I need answers.”

“I can stay with you,” he suggested.

“You just want to stay to give Henry the evil eye, admit it. You scared him the last time.” Henry’s wary expression the last time he was face to face with my imposing baby daddy still satisfied me a little.

Wearing a sheepish grin, he confessed, “Okay, you got me. I do want to be here to give him a few threatening looks, but only if he upsets you.” His arms circled my waist and his palms rested on my stomach. Closing my eyes, I soaked up his warm embrace.

After only a couple of weeks, we acted like we’d been together forever. For the first time since my father disappeared, I wasn’t afraid to admit that I’d come to rely on a man. Damian had proven to be someone I could trust.

“The stress isn’t good for you,” he added.

My heart did another of those flips that had become frequent. “I'll be fine,” I assured him. “I’m prepared this time, and I’m seeing him on my turf.” I glanced around Damian’s posh office. He’d been nice enough to lend me his office for a meeting with Henry. I didn’t want to meet him at a restaurant or somewhere crowded because things might get emotional, especially with my hormones running amok. “Well, sort of my turf, and you’ll be right outside the door. If I need you, I’ll call.”

His sigh ruffled the tendrils of my hair. “Okay. Bree said Henry is on his way up.”

I nodded, all the while fighting the rising nervous energy. As if sensing my agitation, Damian placed his hands on my shoulders to massage them. His lips then pressed against my neck. “After this, I’m taking you home to pamper you.”

I sighed my anticipation. I’d become so accustomed to feet rubs, bubble baths, massages, meals in bed… and incredible sex. Damian spoiled me absolutely rotten. How would I ever go back to my single life in Oakland?

Before I slipped up and said those words out loud—as if Damian and I had a conversation about us being a couple—the phone rang.

Biting down on my lip, I watched him step away to answer.

“Yes, Bree?” He glanced at me. “Sure. Send him in.”

Seconds later, the door opened, and Damian’s assistant gestured for Henry to step in. She offered me a small smile before disappearing. Henry’s gaze locked with mine. He looked a little older than when I saw him weeks ago. Maybe it was the stress lines around his eyes that hadn’t been there before. My heart sank, thinking that I’d brought that much trouble into his life. Regret about searching for him mounted, and suddenly, it was hard to breathe. Henry didn’t say anything. He just looked at me.

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