Page 29 of Mine To Keep (Southern Wedding)

“Don’t fucking lie to me,” he accuses, and I don’t know when I got so in his space, or when he got into my space, but either way, it’s like we are chest to chest.

“There is no reason for me to lie to you.” I put my hands on my hips. “Also, why would I lie to you? For what reason?” I wait for him to answer, and finally, it’s me who snaps and not him. “I’m not playing this game with you anymore,” I tell him. “This hot and cold bullshit is infuriating. I can’t do it anymore.”

“What does that mean?” he asks. Even I don’t know what it means, but I know I deserve better than this job.

“It means you win,” I finally say softly, hoping like fuck I don’t either cry in front of him or he says something, and I kick him in his junk. “I quit.” His eyes go big. “So, what, I’ll be unemployed, I can get another job,” I state, trying to convince myself. “One where my boss actually sees all the hard work I do.” I glare at him. “One where I’m not going to be plotting his murder every hour of every single day.” His eyes stare into mine. “One where he doesn’t drive me to the brink of drinking.” I don’t get to say another word because now he’s so close to me that our chests are definitely touching. I shake my head, needing to get away from him. I turn and walk to the closed door. My hand grips the door handle, and I turn back to say one last thing to him. “One where my boss likes me.” My hand turns the knob. “Maybe even respects me.”

It happens so fast I’m not expecting it. The door slams shut, even before it opens, his hand on top of my hand. I can feel his chest against my back, and I make the mistake of turning around to face him. My chest rises and falls as if I just finished at the gym, my breathing is coming in pants. “I like you more than I should.” His voice is so low that if I wasn’t in front of him, I wouldn’t be able to hear him. “You drive me absolutely fucking crazy.” His head comes closer to mine. “Fucking crazy.” That’s the last thing he says before my breath hitches, and he kisses me. My eyes stay open for a second to make sure I’m actually seeing this and not daydreaming about him.

His tongue slides into my mouth, and my eyes can’t even stay open. His hands grip my hips, pulling me to him, and I feel his hard cock against my stomach, making me moan. His tongue goes deeper into my mouth. My arms wrap around his neck as his tongue goes around and around with mine. Both of our tongues are in a fight to see who will win, and frankly, I think both of us win. I’ve been kissed before, but this kiss, this kiss feels different. I don’t know if it’s because of all the pent-up sexual energy I have. I don’t know if it’s because all I’ve been dreaming about since I started working for him is him kissing me like this.

Except the dreams of him kissing me were nothing, and I mean nothing, compared to this kiss. It’s electric. I feel like my whole body is on fire. Every single cell in my body is being merged. His hands move from my hips to my ass as he presses me deeper against him. “Caine.” I take a second to pant out his name before going back to attack his lips. His tongue quickly invades my mouth. He palms my ass in his hands, my back arching into him. It’s his turn to moan. My greedy mouth swallows it down before he wraps one arm around my waist, lifting me. My legs automatically lock around him, my pussy right on his cock as he pushes me into the door.

“Caine,” I say his name, arching my back, his hand moving up to cup my tits as his body holds me in place. My head goes to the side as his mouth attacks my neck, making me move my hips up and down on his cock. The friction of my panties makes me shiver, or maybe it’s the way he just pinched my hardened nipples. Either way, I feel like I’ve just drunk a pint of sweet tea, and I’m floating on air. “Caine.” This time, his eyes find mine, and I see he’s just as gone as I am.

“Grace,” he breathes my name in a whisper.

I lean forward, biting his lower lip and then sliding my tongue into his mouth. His hands knead my breasts before he rolls my nipples at the same time, my tits wanting to be freed from my shirt. I want his skin on my skin. I have never in my life been this desperate for another man. I have never lost all of my senses over a kiss. I have never wanted anything more in my life than the way I want Caine. Never. The good, the bad, the cranky. I want all of them. My hips move up and down on his cock, trying to do the length, but I can’t. My clit aches to be touched, petted, licked, fuck… anything. The more he pinches my nipples, the faster my hips start to move. I can’t even control it. “I need,” I gasp once before finding his tongue again. I feel his whole body over me. I feel him pushing his body into mine, harder into the door, his hips moving to help me out, and if we didn’t have any clothes on, he would be buried inside me. Fucking me against the door, and I don’t think I would care. “Yes,” I hiss right before my stomach gets tight. “Yes,” I say in a whisper, “right there.” My hips buck. “I’m—” He swallows my moan as I come on his cock like a sex-deprived woman. My orgasm rips through me, and he lets me hump his cock until I’m no longer moving. His hands grip my hips to slowly let me down, my legs unlocking from his waist.

I can’t even look up at him I’m so embarrassed. I literally humped his covered cock. Who does that? Me, that’s who. I’m staring at his chest when he says my name. “Grace.”

“Not now,” I say softly, “just give me a second.” I avoid looking at him, instead making sure my dress is down before turning and walking out of his office. I close the door behind me, and luckily, everyone is busy doing their own thing, so no one watches me rush to the bathroom.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I turn on the cold water. My lips are swollen from being kissed. My eyes are dilated, and my chest is still huffing. “What did you just do?” I ask my reflection, wetting my hands before placing them on my cheeks, trying to cool them down from looking like they are on fire. My head falls forward and I close my eyes and all I can see is Caine. His eyes looking into mine. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant over and over again.

Taking a deep inhale and making sure my cheeks are now the same color as the rest of my face, I make my way back to my desk. His office door is still closed and so are his shades. No doubt he’s in there trying to avoid his horny secretary, who came on his cock while the cock was still in his pants.

I catch movement from the side and see a blond lady walking toward me. She’s wearing tight blue jeans with holes in the knees, a white bodysuit with a pink-and-white Chanel jacket. I know it’s a Chanel jacket because I just got one from my grandmother. She’s also wearing nude-colored high heels. Her blond hair looks like she just walked out of the beauty salon. I’m expecting her to walk past my desk when she stops. “I’m here to see Caine.”

“Oh,” I say, a bit frazzled since he didn’t have any appointments today. “Did you have an appointment?” I look at the screen.

“I don’t need an appointment,” she states, her tone totally annoyed. “Tell him his wife is here.”

fourteen

Caine

I stand with my fists spread out against the desk in front of me and my eyes closed as I try to steady my erratic heartbeat. But it doesn’t help with my eyes closed because all I can picture is me holding Grace against the door. Her fucking feet locked behind me as I pushed my cock against her like a horny teenager. “Good God,” I mumble. I completely attacked her. I close my eyes again, but it’s mistake number two in the last minute because my already hard cock gets even harder. I have never, and I mean never, lost control like I did today. In my office. I’m a grown-ass adult, so I should be able to control myself. She left for lunch, and I spent the whole time trying to calm myself down.

I even tried calling my mother to talk about Meadow and maybe visiting her in a couple of weeks. But the more time she spent at lunch, the more anxious and irritated I became. Then she walked in as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Looking all beautiful and happy, she made me even angrier that she was having this effect on me.

So, I snapped and called her into my office. What was going to happen, I had no clue. But then she stunned me when she quit on me. She stood there with her head high and shoulders back, and refused to take anything I was going to dish out to her. Instead of keeping my head clear, all I could think of was tasting her lips. Devouring her. Feeling her against me to see if she fit as well as she did in my dreams. I’ve spent the past two weeks jerking off to her, telling myself every single time it was wrong.

The kiss rocked my world. It’s like the roller coaster I was on suddenly did the dive down and all I could do was hang on for the ride. The knock on the door has me jump, and I turn around with her name on my lips, “Grace,” at the same time the door opens without me saying anything.

Grace stands there, her lips still a bit plump from me kissing the shit out of her. But her face, where before was tinted pink, is now pale white like a ghost. “Your wife is here.”

I don’t even have a chance to say anything to her before Marylin saunters in. “Darling.” She holds out her arms as she walks toward me. My eyes go from her to Grace, who avoids looking at me before she quietly closes the door. I’m about to call her back in here when Marylin grabs my face in her hands, turning my eyes toward her. “I missed you,” she says right before she kisses my lips, and my dick shrivels at the same time.

I move my face away from hers so fast I’m surprised I don’t get whiplash. “Marylin.” I take a step away from her. “What the fuck?” I wipe off her lipstick from my mouth.

Her hands fall from my face, and she plants them on my chest. “You look good, Caine.” She plays with one of my buttons. “You always looked good in a suit.” She smirks at me. “You look better naked.” She arches her chest and lifts one of her legs. “You always looked better naked.”

“Marylin,” I grit her name between clenched teeth, “what are you doing here?”

“Well, you wouldn’t take my calls.” She dumps her purse in one of the chairs before she walks over to the couch, sitting down and crossing her legs. She takes off her tweed jacket and tosses it aside, leaving her in a low-cut bodysuit. Any lower and her nipples would have been out. Her tits look like two small oranges. She stretches her arms on the back of the couch. “Are you going to come and sit with me?” She winks at me while her top leg swings back and forth.

“I think I’m good,” I tell her, standing here looking at her. “Now, what are you doing here again?” I put my hands on my hips.

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