Hot Water (25 page)

“This conversation is done,” I say, pointing the way to the elevator.

She sniffs. “You were just with her, weren’t you? I can even smell her on you. Sugar and spice and everything nice,” she whispers. “Good thing you tucked her in before bedtime. Babies need a lot of sleep.”

Anger is building in me. “Get out.”

“I knew from the start you’d fuck everything up, Caden. Rhys and I, we talk about it all the time. In bed.” She grins. “He’s always been the better lover.”

The small fire is building, uncoiling into white hot rage. Still I keep my hands at my sides, digging my fingers into my thighs.

“You’ve always been the laughingstock of the whole city, and now we have even more reason to laugh at you. You’re pathetic.”

I want her to stop. I don’t care if anger is a negative emotion. I grab the glass of wine from her and smash it against the wall. It leaves a pink gash in the wall. As I stare at it, I realize something.

It feels
good
.

It feels good to do something other than what is acceptable, something other than what
she
deems appropriate. To lose control. To say, to hell with being perfect. I want to live my life, being as imperfect as possible, as long as it will make Cicily happy. That’s probably why I feel a smile tugging on my lips, despite the anger fuming inside me.

She doesn’t flinch, but I know she sees that smile, and that she doesn’t understand it. And I suppose that’s all of the reaction I’m going to get from her. “Goodbye, Caden,” she says, her voice just as emotionless as the rest of her. “Congratulations on your little bundle of joy.”

Cicily

I sleep amazingly well that night, and wake up before six. Even though I’d only left him a few hours before, the need to be back in Caden’s arms is growing like a hunger, making focus on anything else impossible. The hunger can only be satisfied one way. I eat breakfast and shower and dress in a barely-there pink halter sundress that could be a shirt, because it barely covers my ass. Smiling as I spread sweet-smelling lotion all over my limbs, I decide to forego the panties. I slip into my flip flops and, shivering from the excitement, walk into the living room.

“Daddy, I have to get to the train station,” I say, shaking him awake.

He turns over on the couch and stares at me with one glazed eye, then pops up. “Whoa. What time is it?”

“It’s early. But I have a lot to do to get ready for school.”

“Oh. Right.” He stares at my outfit. “Should you be wearing that?”

I roll my eyes. “It’s fine, Daddy.” I lean down and kiss him on the cheek.

“Will I see you before school?”

“Count on it,” I say, running out of the house and walking the five blocks toward the station. There’s a new spring in my step as I make my way there, and when I board the nearly-empty train and sit alone in a car, I smile, thinking of Caden.

When we arrive at the station, I pull out my phone. There’s only one text, from Caden.

I need you
.
Coming soon?

I smile and type in:

Already here.

Two seconds later, a reply comes back:

I’ll send Karl with the limo.

Karl arrives ten minutes later. I fell a little like a movie star, the way everyone in the taxi line looks at me as Karl greets me with a “Good morning, miss,” and I step into the stretch limo. The ride to the building takes forever. The doorman pulls open the door, and I go inside the posh, spacious lobby. For some reason, it’s so different from the first time I was here, when I was using the company apartment. For one, now I feel like I belong here, like I’m welcome. I’m about to ask for him at the front desk when I see a sexy stranger in relaxed jeans and a t-shirt, leaning against the wall, watching me.

I smile as he saunters close to me and grabs my hand. Oh, my goodness, it shouldn’t be legal for a man to fill out a pair of jeans that well. “I almost didn’t recognize you.”

“Funny. I’d know you in a crowded room.” He leans forward and strokes my hair, while he tenderly squeezes my hand. “You look beautiful. Are you nervous?”

I shake my head. “I know you’ll take care of me.”

He smiles. “I will. But I have to admit.
I’m
a little nervous.”

“The Great Caden Williams? The horror,” I tease.

He leads me to a bank of elevators, giving a wave to the old woman at the front desk, who calls, “Have a great day, Mr. Williams!”

At the same time, the elevator doors open and he guides me inside, pressing the button and cornering me against the gleaming mirrored walls. “It’s going to be phenomenal,” he breathes, kissing me hungrily. “God, I thought you’d never get here.”

But before the elevator doors can close, a group of foreign, well-dressed men come barreling through. They don’t look at us, as they’re so busy engaged in a conversation in a language I don’t recognize. But they smell like whatever spicy food they’d had for breakfast and instantly take up much of the elevator. Caden looks over his shoulder at them, like he wants to kill them, and then smiles at me and shrugs.

We spend the next few minutes innocently watching the digital display over the door count the floor, when all I can really think about is having his hands on me. The men probably don’t even know we exist, with the way they’re arguing. Maybe that’s why I suddenly feel his hand caress my backside. After a moment, he slides his hand under the dress. It’s only a second before he realizes the surprise I have for him. “Oh, shit,” he murmurs, causing one of the men to turn and look at him. He just smiles nonchalantly. “I left my phone in the limo,” he says.

The foreign man turns away, and Caden begins his assault. He runs his finger back and forth on the crack of my ass, and when I move my feet apart slightly, he finds his way between my legs. I can see his face in the mirror across the way, his wicked smile when he sees me open my mouth and gasp as he lightly rubs his fingers over me. He probes further, inserting a finger into me, then two. I’m so wet I can feel the juices dripping down my thighs. When the elevator dings and the doors begin to slide open, I’m rocking back and forth, ever so slightly, on his fingers.

“Your phone?” I murmur as the men start to leave.

“Actually, I turned my phone off for the day,” he whispers as he sucks on my earlobe. “Nothing is getting in the way of this.”

“Is this . . . is this our floor, too?” I’m barely able to sustain speech.

“No,” he says, pushing the Door Close button and turning to me even before they’ve fully shut. He looks into my eyes. “You’re okay with this?”

“With . . . ?” I murmur, hardly able to stand the feeling of his hands on me.

“With me touching you like this?”

“You can’t tell?” I groan, throwing my head back so he can have at my neck. His lips graze my throat, and I gasp as his fingers shoot fireworks of pleasure through my body. “My God. Don’t stop this. Please.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Caden

With one pull, the top of her dress is down at her waist so that her beautiful tits spring free. I lean down, sucking on each of nipples in turn, and the fucking best thing is watching her throw her head back and gasp. Then, I kneel before her, lifting the bottom hem of her dress until all of it is bunched up at those full hips of hers, kissing her tight abdomen and running my tongue along her navel. God, her skin is so fucking sweet.

“Caden . . .” she whispers.

“Shh, it’s okay,” I groan. There is a gilded bar around the perimeter of the elevator, so I lift her ass up there and wrap those long legs around my hips, running my hands up and down the length of those smooth, tanned limbs. I’m so hard, and when I press against her I get harder yet. God, she fits around me so perfectly, it’s unlike any feeling I’ve ever had. It’s a wonder I don’t come right now.

“Are there . . . security cameras in here?” she asks tentatively.

“No,” I say into her neck, and I feel her body relax against mine.

But a second later, she tenses again. She’s not giving in. “How do you know?”

She’s so fucking cute and innocent. I grin as I trail my tongue up to her mouth. “Because I own the building,” I murmur, just as the elevator dings again. I look over my shoulder. P. The penthouse. “
This
is our floor.”

“Wait . . . you
own
it?”

I ignore the question and lift her off the railing, cradling her ass, and she wraps her legs even more tightly around me and I carry her out the open doors. We’re devouring each other’s lips, but I don’t need to look because the only thing in my apartment I’m concerned about is my bed. When I lay her back on the king bed, the only scenery I can focus on her. The one thing in my head, right now, is getting her naked. I reach down and pull off my shirt, then hover over her, pushing that little dress down to her feet. She kicks it off, and fuck, it’s poetry, one of those things I will never forget, the way she looks, naked and wanting me, a pristine little angel on my white sheets. I unbutton my jeans and pull them down, and when I lie beside her, she must have been emboldened from last night, because the first thing she does is wiggle down the length of my body, nibbling and kissing with those hot lips of hers. She stops at my cock, which she immediately takes into her mouth.

There is no fucking better sight than her swallowing my cock. My fantasies of it pale in comparison to the way it feels, to the sweet noises she makes, to the sexy way her hair falls into her eyes as she sprawls there, doing her best to make me feel good. I lean back on the pillow for a moment, savoring the incredible feeling, but never close my eyes, not even to blink. I don’t ever want to lose sight of this. After a minute, I’m close to coming. “No fair,” I groan, reaching down and wrapping my hands almost fully around her tight waist. I roll onto my back and position her so that she’s sitting on my face.

“Oh, God,” she sighs, as I realize how far I can get my tongue this way. She squirms for a little but eventually realizes it too, because she starts to moan. I cup her tight ass, lapping at her sweet juices, daring to graze my fingers over her asshole. She leans forward and grips the headboard. “Caden, oh God.”

My cock is rock hard. She’s starting to shudder. If I wait any longer, I’m going to explode. But I need her to feel it, too. I need her to feel good. I stop for a moment. “Are you okay?” I ask, doing my best to control myself. I want her, as much of her, as possible, right now. “Do you want to slow down?”

She quickly pulls herself away from me and brings her lips to mine. “Let me taste myself,” she says, kissing me deeply.

I laugh. “You are a fucking naughty girl.”

“So, are you ready to get to the main event?” she asks suddenly. Okay, no slowing down. When I don’t reply, she begins to gently stroke my cock. She looks me in the eye and gives me the sexiest little pout. “I want you to fuck me.”

Fuck. That’s all I need. If ever a girl’s words could make me blow my load, those are them—but the way they sound this time, those dirty words, coming from such a sweet little mouth, it’s enough to drive me to insanity. I take a deep breath, then nod and reach into my night table. “I haven’t gotten condoms in years,” I say, spilling about eight boxes of all different types on the bed. I bought them all this morning, at the corner drugstore, and while I was there, I realized how clueless I was. I’m kind of rambling now. I can’t fucking believe that in another few minutes, I’ll be where I’ve been dreaming of for weeks. I can’t even speak right, because the excitement is fucking with my vocal chords. I hope the rest of my body isn’t as incompetent. “There are all these kinds now. I didn’t know which one you’d want.”

She smiles at them. “Wow, there’s enough for a whole . .. week there.”

I can’t help it. I laugh.

 But . . .” she says, crawling, catlike, toward me on the enormous bed. “I’m on the pill.”

“You are?”

“I have been since I was fifteen. To regulate my periods,” she explains, throwing the boxes to the ground. “So do we need them? I mean, won’t it feel better without?”

“Well . . .” Is she testing me? “Trust me, you’re going to feel phenomenal, no matter what.”

“But . . . don’t you want to feel all of me?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Is that a trick question?”

She kisses me deeply.

“Honey, I’m not doing that to you. I’ll wear a condom.” I survey the boxes. “Pick a color, any color.”

She wrinkles her nose. “Purple?”

I reach down and tear open a box, then read the words on the package. “Ecstasy ribbed and lubricated for her pleasure. Excellent vintage.”

She shrugs as I tear open the wrapper and slide it onto my cock. “If you say so,” she says, watching me.

“What the hell do I know,” I whisper, as I kiss down to her navel, positioning her back on the bed so that I’m between her legs.

She looks confused. “I thought you had a zillion women?”

“Baby,” I whisper. “Trust me. There isn’t anything that will ever compare to this. I will never forget this, as long as I live.”

That’s all the reassurance she needs. She takes my cock in her hand, urging it forward, into her.

“If it hurts . . . tell me. If you want to stop . . . tell me, okay?” I say.

“I won’t want you to stop,” she whispers, so surely. So I move forward, my every muscle stretching against hers. I look into my eyes. “The tip is in. Is that okay? It’s not too much?”

 “It doesn’t hurt. I need more,” she says, cupping my ass and urging it toward her. I slide in, and it’s so sweet, just like the rest of her, except now I’m as close to her as one person can get to another. “Is it okay?”

“God, it’s amazing. You’re so tight. You have the tightest cunt, it’s a wonder you don’t break apart. Is that . . . all right?” I murmur into her ear.

“I won’t break, Caden,” she groans. “Fuck me.”

“Okay, I’m in. I’m . . . fuck, this is amazing,” I mumble, and once again, my vocal chords are gone because this is absolutely the most amazing sensation I’ve known,
can
ever know. I stay still inside her for the longest time, feeling the walls of her body, savoring this moment, this immense feeling of completion. She wraps her arms around me and my heart is beating against hers, our eyes locked, connected in a way I wish we could stay forever.