CHAPTER FOURTEEN

My pulse was going crazy as I walked back to my room with a to-go bag. The bar only served pub food this late, so I ordered two burgers with griddled onions and an extra-large serving of fries. Hopefully, the Johansen Empire heiress would deign to eat greasy food like the rest of us plebeians.

She was sitting in bed, wrapped in her dressing gown again. Her dark gaze darted to my face, like she was trying to gauge my mood. She lifted her hand and chewed nervously on her thumbnail. I’d never seen her look shy before, and it was strangely attractive.

So she did have some vulnerability behind her perfect armor.

I set the boxes on the bed, pushing a throw blanket beneath. She tentatively reached out and flipped the lid open. Her brows arced.

“Not good?” I asked.

She shook her head hard. “No, I just haven’t had a burger in ages. I’m so fucking hungry.”

The words came out in a desperate rush. I pulled off my shirt and sank down beside her.

“If you want a burger, just have your private chef make you one,” I said wryly. “You can have anything you want.”

Her brows scrunched. “I’m not a spoiled asshole, for your information.”

“And I’m not an incompetent dick,” I said.

Her jaw went slack. “What?”

“At breakfast. Remember, you said I wasn’t equipped for meeting with Galt?” I said.

“You’re still hanging onto that?”

“It was presumptuous.”

She was so flustered, she couldn’t speak. A little bit of triumph flickered in my chest as she picked up one of the burgers and flipped the top. Her stomach growled audibly, so I reached over and closed the bun, pushing it towards her mouth.

“Eat the food,” I said. “You earned it.”

Her brow cocked. “I earned it?”

“Yeah, you were a pretty good girl.”

She was speechless. Without thinking, I leaned over and kissed her, right on her open mouth. And because I was already fucked, I went all in and gave her some tongue too, swiping it against the tip of hers, forcing her to taste me.

I pulled back, but her hand shot out, gripping my jaw to pull be back to her lips. My stomach flipped, my dick going rock hard. The dark hunger that had flooded me the first time I tasted her came roaring back.

I slid my hand up her neck, not a thought in my head, and gripped her in place, tightened my fingers until she gasped into my mouth.

God, I wanted to leave my teeth marks on her silky skin. I wanted to send her back to her desk in her ivory tower with my handprint on her ass.

Our lips broke apart, and her eyes glittered, dark and wide.

“I’m…I’m wet,” she whispered.

Her words went straight to my groin. “I know, I just came in you.”

She shook her head once. “No, I’m just wet. I need to be fucked…again.”

The covers rustled, our feet hitting the ground. Our bodies collided against the wall as the lamp beside the bed swayed and crashed to the floor. My frantic fingers tore at her dressing gown, shoving it off her shoulder and baring one perfect breast.

She pushed the front of my sweatpants down, her hand wrapping around my cock, and my hips stuttered as she stroked me hard and fast.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” she panted. “Inside me. Now.”

The corners of my mouth jerked up. “Yes, ma’am.”

Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I thrust all the way in, sliding my sensitive cock into the soft heat of her cunt. Her nails raked over my shoulders, breaking the skin on my upper back. Our eyes locked, and I slammed her up against the wall so hard she yelped.

“You can take it, sweetheart,” I murmured. “You wanted fucked. I’ll make sure you’re fucked.”

Her arms wrapped around my neck and her spine arched against me. “God, yes,” she panted.

I thrust hard, and our bodies thumped against the wall, probably giving our poor neighbors entertainment they hadn’t requested. Right now, I’d have fucked her on the balcony in front of everyone if it meant I could make her feel like this again.

Fuck all the back-and-forth bullshit. I could put up with a lot, working with this woman, if she let me fuck her like this at night.

The wall shook. Our panting breaths filled the space. Neither of us had the presence of mind to say anything. I sank against her and pushed my fingers between us to find her swollen clit. Her lips trembled, and her stomach quivered as I stroked her, teasing and fucking my cock into her until she gave a short, hoarse cry.

“That’s right, come on my cock,” I breathed.

“Fuck—Caden,” she wailed, hips shaking as her pussy pulsed around me.

My brain went beautifully quiet. It never went quiet like this—it was always loud and messy and chaotic. But when she cried out my name, all the static and bullshit turned off like a light switch.

My body slowed.

I was fucked. I couldn’t stop doing this, not when it made me feel like I was healed. I couldn’t skim a little off the top and be satisfied. No, I needed to drown in her, to sink to her deep end and break the surface reborn.

The problem was, we were co-workers, with more than a little rivalry mixed in. This shouldn’t have happened.

I’d fucked up when I ate the red half of her gummy worm. We’d both felt the air crackle between us. And now, I was balls deep inside her, hand on her throat, with nothing in my head but the desire to spend forever right here.

“Caden,” she whispered.

We both went still, our faces almost touching.

“What?” I whispered back.

She shook her head once, gnawing on her lip. “You just went somewhere for a second.”

“No, I’m right here,” I said, my voice hardening. I thrust once, hitting her against the wall. “In your cunt.”

Her nails dug in, and I fucked her deeper. My orgasm sparked and chased down my spine. A groan worked its way from behind my teeth as I came again. I worked my hips, trying to get it all into her deepest point. I wanted her wet with it, sore from it.

Our bodies went slack.

Her eyes were wide as she reached down, and my dick twitched when she touched the base, stroking over me with her soft fingertips.

“You still hungry?” I whispered.

She nodded. “Starving for food, but otherwise satisfied.”

“Glad I could accommodate.”

I set her down, pulling free of her soaked pussy. She walked with a little hitch in her step back to the bed and sank down. Her hair was a mess down her back, and I ran a hand over mine, slicking it back with sweat. Her eyes lingered on me as I tugged my sweatpants up and sat down beside her again.

“Go on,” I said.

She picked up the burger. “Sorry if I gross you out. It’s hard to eat a burger and be clean.”

I laughed. “Why the fuck do you care, sweetheart? I just fucked you raw and came in you twice. Who cares what either of us look like?”

Her eyes narrowed, and she sank her teeth into the burger. Sauce dripped down her chin as her lids fluttered and she groaned, shoulders sinking. She chewed, swallowed, and shoved another large bite into her mouth.

Fuck, she was hungry.

“Don’t eat a lot of burgers?” I said, reaching for my fries.

She shook her head, taking another bite as I ate my food in silence. It was good, but not the best I’d ever had. When we got back, I’d probably do something reckless, like take her to my apartment and make her a burger. Maybe fuck her in my bed once or twice before dinner to make sure she was satisfied all around.

My head wasn’t quiet anymore. It was roaring, whirling with confusion.

She finished her burger and started eating the fries, dipping them in the sauce pooled in the bottom of the box.

“You’re hungry,” I said quietly.

She froze, lifting her head. “What?”

My mouth felt dry. “You’re hungry from being kept in that ivory tower. You need food, a lot of it, and to be fucked until you can’t walk.”

Her lids lowered like she was disdainful, but her expression didn’t match the pink flush up her throat.

“I suppose you think you’re the person to feed me,” she whispered.

“I could.”

“But?”

She tensed as I leaned in closer. “Sweetheart, I can feed you so good, you’ll never be hungry again.”

She didn’t know what to say to that, but I saved her from trying to figure it out by cupping her right breast, sliding my hand under her dressing gown and stroking her hard nipple. Her hips jerked, and her lids flickered.

“You want to feel something, sweetheart?” I murmured.

Her eyes rolled back. “Yes…I think so.”

My fingers curled in silk, crushing it, ripping it open.

“Nobody has to know.” My hand skimmed down her side and gripped her hip, kneading the soft flesh hard enough to bruise. “You can still be all pretty, perfect, sit in your office with your flowers and shit.”

“Hyacinths,” she whispered.

“I know what they are,” I murmured. “You can be pretty and perfect all day, but after you’re done with meetings, after you lock up that boardroom, I want you in my bed.”

She was too distracted to speak. Her eyes followed my mouth, entranced.

“That’s just not realistic,” she said.

Considering what we were doing right now, it seemed pretty realistic to me.

“I mean it, Circe,” I said.

She shook her head. “No, thank you.”

I bent in, kissing the side of her soft neck. “Tell me that again after I fuck you through this mattress one more time.”