Page 19 of Up in Flames

I move to the refrigerator to get the creamer and grit my teeth.

“Damn, I forgot. Sorry, we have no creamer. I was out to go to the store but kinda got distracted.”

Cain chuckles, leaning past me and closing the refrigerator door. “Black is fine. Just add an extra sugar,” he suggests, and I nod, doing as he asks, then pour the coffee into the two mugs.

We walk into the living room with him still awkwardly wrapped around behind me and head toward the sofa. Giggling as I go, I place the mugs on the coffee table and wait for him to stop manhandling me so I can sit. He huffs exasperatedly, letting me go, and then I sit, and he follows, sitting beside me.

“So, tell me something about yourself.” Cain leans back into the cushions, placing his arm above me on the headrest.

Leaning back, I sigh and cross my leg over the other, trying to maintain a casual but comfortable position. “Well, what do you want to know?”

“What do you do for a living?” He leans forward to pick up his coffee, his hand on the back of the sofa moving forward slightly and grazes my shoulder.

I exhale at his touch. “Well, I’m trying to be an author,” I reply, gaining a laugh from him.

“Trying to be?”

I nod and take a sip of my coffee, being careful not to get my back up at him laughing at me. He looks at me like I should be explaining myself a little more, so I do.

“Okay, well… I’ve done my studies at college and received my graduate’s degree in English, so I’m attempting to write my first novel, but I’m having slight inspirational troubles at the moment,” I tell him honestly. “I need a muse,” I add.

“I can be your muse if you want,” he replies with a large grin.

Laughing, I shake my head and exhale. “If only it were that easy.” I take another sip of my coffee and continue, “What do you do?”

Cain shuffles in his seat.

He looks nervous.

What’s he going to say?

Perhaps he’s a stripper? LikeMagic Mikeor something? I’d definitely go to Cain’s show if that’s the case. I giggle at my thoughts, and he looks at me, amused.

“Um… you could say I’m an organizer. I organize jobs to be done and people to carry out those jobs,” he offers with a smirk.

Fair enough.

I like my idea better, though.

“What kind of jobs?”

Cain looks up to the ceiling, pursing his lips as though he’s deep in thought, which strikes me as odd, but I let it go. He finally looks back at me. “Couriers and ah… debt collecting. Those sorts of things,” he replies with a grin.

Well, that doesn’t sound dangerous to me.

Why did he say it’s bad to be seen with him when he has such an innocuous job?

I don’t get it.

His hand falls to my knee, and I look at his hand, instantly feeling his warmth. My breathing hitches, but I can’t seem to look up at him. He shifts in his seat so his body is against mine. As we touch, a pulse of electricity courses through our sides, the undeniable spark emanating between us yet again.

He places his mug on the table, brings his hand up to rest on my lowered chin, and lifts my face to meet his gaze. Cain’s breathing catches as our eyes lock, and I gulp as he slowly leans in to kiss me for the second time.

Closing my eyes, I lean toward him, and they finally touch. Our lips move in unison as I swivel to turn my body, and he does the same. His free hand shifts to my hip and slowly eases me backward. Normally, I’d halt this right here, but Cain has some sort of hold over me that I can’t shy away from.

Gently, he lays me down on the sofa, moving his weight on top of me. Cain’s tongue dances with mine while his body engulfs me.The weight of his strength pinning me down lets me feel every muscle he has. It’s exhilarating, thrilling, enthralling, a blissful intoxication, and I can’t wait to see where this leads.

Cain’s hips press down into mine, and my clit throbs in that delicious way that I’ve missed. My legs slide up against his and wrap around his waist, pulling his groin closer to my pussy as it aches for him.

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