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She picked up the offending piece of clothing and sneered at
it. If the dress held any special meaning to her, that meaning was obviously
raw fury and irritation.

Cain couldn’t help but chuckle. She glanced over her
shoulder, the haughty look in her eye making his cock swell again. Damn, he did
love a woman with spunk.

Her insanely long legs and sweet ass didn’t hurt either.

“Something funny?” she asked.

“Just wondering what that dress ever did to you.”

A reluctant grin pulled on her lips. “Oh, you have no idea.”
She looked at the dress one more time then tossed it into the corner, between
the bed and the wall. “But it’s done now.”

Cain barely noticed where the dress landed. He wasn’t about
to pull his eyes away from Heather’s body. Tall and mostly slim, curves in the
right places. Her tits weren’t huge but the nipples tightened nicely. Oh yeah.

His focus on her breasts, it took him a moment to notice the
heavy silence in the room. He raised his eyes and met her arrogant stare.

“You’re staring.” The teasing light in her eyes tempered the
accusation in her voice.

“Damn straight,” he said unrepentantly.

She sank down onto one hip, emphasizing the smooth curve of
her ass. His cock twitched.

“Is that all you’re going to do?” she asked, the brazen
hussy. “Stare?”

He loved it.

“I could be inspired to touch.”

“What would it take to inspire you to touch?” she asked,
clearly getting into his game.

“Maybe a little temptation. You know, show me what you’ve
got.”

Heather stepped forward, her hips swinging in a seductive
rhythm that made his cock surge back to almost full hardness. She still wore
the heels so she was as tall as he was. She brushed her lips across his, then
whispered, “I can do temptation.”

She backed away, reaching the top of the bed and yanking
down the bedcover, tossing it on the floor.

Eyes glittering, she sank down onto the mattress, her knees
pressed tightly together and tilted a little to the side. It looked almost
demure except for the fact that she wore nothing but those dangerous red heels.

She sat there for a moment, pausing, giving him a chance to
admire her breasts. The tips were hard and puffy, ready to be sucked. She
pressed her hands on the sheets behind her and arched her back, giving him a
better view and emphasizing the sleek line of her body, down to her hips.

“Does this tempt you?” she asked. Her knees separated just a
few inches. “Or maybe this?”

Chapter Four

Dear Diary,

Men are so easy.

Cain stared at the beautiful naked woman sitting on the bed,
seducing him with teasing glimpses of her pussy.

“Tempted yet?”

He nodded, his cock pressing against the open flap of his
jeans.

Her eyes twinkled and she rolled over onto her stomach,
bending her knees and crossing her feet at the ankles. The pose hid most of her
body, just leaving that round ass visible, but it was the look of lust in her
eyes that held his attention.

As he watched, she dropped her head forward, letting her
hair cover her face. Her arms shielded the sight of her breast. But the sensual
curve of her ass was pure temptation and he started moving toward the bed.

Heather glanced over her shoulder and smiled. “So, that’s
all it takes?”

Cain shrugged and grinned. “What can I say? I’m an ass man.”

“So I should stay like this?” She waved her feet around,
those sexy red heels swaying back and forth.

Cain knelt down on the mattress and grabbed her ankles,
holding her feet still. “Let’s get rid of these weapons of mass destruction.”
He pulled off the red shoes and dropped them over the edge.

“You don’t like them?”

“I love them.” He ran his fingers up the smooth back of her
thigh. “But I don’t want to be impaled.”

She smiled and relaxed down on the bed, clutching the pillow
beneath her head, tilting her face toward him. Her eyes drifted shut as he
continued to stroke her skin. He kept his touches light, not quite enough to
lull her into sleep but wanting her relaxed, indulging in all her senses.

He brushed his fingers over her upper legs and ass, stopping
to mold his hand to the curve. Her smile widened as he gave her cheek a little
squeeze. He didn’t stop, just continued trailing his fingers across her thighs,
occasionally detouring between her legs, every stroke bringing him closer to
her heat.

She squirmed and shifted, giving him a bit more space, more
access, tipping her hips back as if encouraging him to touch her pussy. Cain
smiled but didn’t go there. Not yet.

But soon touching wasn’t enough. He leaned forward and
kissed the small of her back, flicking his tongue out to taste. A soft sound
escaped her lips and Cain smiled, knowing he had her full attention once again.
He licked the same spot and savored the shiver he felt moving through her body.
Keeping his mouth on her lower back, he eased his hand between her thighs,
higher, teasing her pussy lips. The scent of her arousal surrounded him and he
groaned, wanting that perfume on his skin.

But the pressure of his cock was too much to ignore.

Annoyed when he realized he was still mostly dressed, he
slid off the bed and shoved his jeans off, kicking them away and pulling off
his ruined shirt.

He started to crawl back on the bed and stopped.

“Damn. Do you have any condoms?”

For a moment she didn’t move and Cain felt that hesitation
in his gut. Damn, maybe he could—

Her head came up. “Yes. In my purse.” She didn’t get up but
she pointed to the monster gold bag sitting on the floor. “It’s in the inside—”

Cain shook his head. “I’m not digging in that bag.” He
walked over, picked it up and carried it back. He plopped it on the bed and
crawled onto the mattress, straddling her thighs and leaning forward so his
cock slipped into the space between her legs. Heat poured from her pussy and
made his dick even harder. “I might lose a hand. Who knows what a woman carries
in a purse like that?”

She rolled her eyes, pushed herself up on her elbows and dug
into the purse. Every wiggle brushed her ass against his cock—keeping his dick
hard despite the break in the mood.

He didn’t think it would take much to get them back to the
“hot and sweaty” stage once the practical aspects had been taken care of.
Besides it revealed a lot about a woman how she dealt with condoms and safe
sex. Heather didn’t seem bothered by the whole thing.

He bent down and kissed her shoulder, nudging his cock a
little higher, encouraging her to move faster.

“Oh crap.”

He tensed, his cock starting to wilt. No condom meant no
sex. Trying to be a gentleman, he eased back, lifting his hips and pulling his
cock from the seductive heat.

“No?”

“Oh no. I have the condom, but I left my business card
holder in the security office.”

Relief surged through Cain’s body.

“Is that all?”

Her eyes squinted down and she glared at him over her
shoulder. “My mother gave it to me and I don’t want to lose it.”

“Don’t worry. Pax will take good care of it. I’ve never met
a more trustworthy guy in my life.”

“You sure?” She sounded suspicious but she also rolled her
ass up a bit, like she was missing his heat.

“I’m sure. I’ll see him in the morning and make sure he puts
it in a safe place for you.”

She sighed. “Okay, I guess we can get back to what we were
doing. Wait? What were we doing?”

Cain leaned forward and once again inserted his cock into
the narrow space between her thighs, this time he pumped up and down, rubbing
his shaft across her pussy lips without entering her.

She giggled and arched her back.

“Oh, that’s right.” She grabbed the handle of the purse and
dropped the bag over the side of the bed. Then she flicked her hand toward him,
the condom wedged between two fingers. “Last one.” He snatched the packet from
her hand. She dropped her head onto the pillow and closed her eyes. “Make it
count,” she said.

Cain knelt there for a moment, not sure he’d heard her right
but with the smug smile on her face, there was no denying it.

“Smart ass.”

“But I thought you were an ass man?” she drawled, still not
opening her eyes.

He smacked his open hand across her butt cheek and watched
her flinch. But she stayed still—calm, almost ignoring him. Except he could see
her watching from beneath her lashes.

Keeping their one remaining condom close at hand, Cain
slipped his hands beneath her hips and lifted. She moved with him, but she
moaned dramatically as if he was disturbing her. He might have been concerned
if he hadn’t felt the way she arched into his touch.

“That’s it. I want to feel this ass against me when I fuck
you.” He moved over her, easing his cock between her legs. The liquid heat from
her pussy coated his cock before he’d even tried to put it inside her. “Nice.”
He slid back, bending down and flicking his tongue out and lapping at her wet
pussy.

She gasped and her back arched. Now he had her attention. He
gave another little lick then straightened, grabbing the condom and tearing the
packet open.

She looked back at him. “Is that it?”

He grinned, barely looking up as he rolled the latex sheath
onto his shaft. “Pushy.”

“Just wondering if this is all the foreplay I can normally
expect,” she drawled, not that she
expected
to sleep with him again. But
she wasn’t opposed to the idea. This was fun. The taunting and teasing and
damn, when he actually got inside her—her pussy clenched at the memory from
earlier.

The truth was, the whole evening had been foreplay, keeping
her aroused with his wicked smile and light caresses. Still, she didn’t want
him to think she was always going to be this easy—assuming she did sleep with
him again.

Cain leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I
can feel how hot you are, sweet.” He brushed his lips over her shoulder, his
hands drifting down her back, light caresses that tempted and intrigued her at
the same time.

He rose high on his knees and the head of his cock slipped
into her entrance. “You’re too close to the edge for me to lick and suck.” The
thick shaft eased in, just an inch or two. “And I want to feel you come on my
cock. I want to be buried deep inside your sweet cunt when you hit it.” She moaned
at the sexy words. His low, intense voice moved through her body, vibrating her
core, making her ache.

Her back arched and she pressed back, pushing a little more
of his shaft into her passage.

“That’s it, sweet. Show me that you want my cock.”

She clutched the pillow and tried to crush the whimper that
threatened as he thrust deeper. He was already too arrogant. She didn’t need
to—

“Oh God!” The words escaped without her control as he drove
his cock the rest of the way into her pussy.

His shout blended with hers and Heather forgot all about
keeping him humble. She just wanted to be fucked. She rocked back, grinding her
ass into his groin, loving the way his long cock filled her. Cain groaned and
his hands tightened on her hips.

“Careful, sweet Heather. I’m not going to last long if you
keep doing that.”

She pumped her hips back, fucking herself on his cock. “I
don’t need you to last long. Now fuck me.”

He laughed and started to pull out. For a moment, she
thought he might leave or continue to tease her, but the slow retreat was
followed by another hard, deep thrust, filling her in one delicious stroke.

“Ahhh!”

“Oh yeah.”

He pounded into her and she knew he was leaving bruises on
her hips but damn, she didn’t care. It felt so good. His long shaft drilled her
over and over again. Every nerve tingled, her pussy on the verge of coming.
From Cain’s frantic thrusts, she could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer
but her orgasm stayed frustratingly out of reach.

Maybe I’ll just fake it, she thought. After all, what he’d
done felt really, really good. Just because she couldn’t come like this didn’t
mean he should—

As the thought filled her mind, he released her right hip
and slipped a hand between her legs, one finger gently stroking her sensitive
clit.

“Come for me, sweet. Let me feel—”

The delicate caress did it and delicious shock waves went
through her pussy, spreading out to the rest of her body. Her high-pitched
squeal surprised her and she heard Cain chuckle. The faint laughter didn’t stop
him from thrusting into her again. His hand fell away from her pussy and
grabbed her hip once again. He filled her one more time, then held himself
inside her. The heat from his cock triggered another little surge of pleasure
into her core.

She didn’t know how long they stayed in that position, her
arms braced against the mattress. She would have let herself fall but that
would have pulled Cain’s cock out of her, and she wanted to feel him for a few
more minutes.

His breath washed across her shoulders, interrupted by hot kisses
and soft strokes of his tongue.

Finally with a groan, he pushed back. His cock, now soft,
slipped out of her passage. But Cain didn’t leave just yet. He whispered kisses
down her spine, easing back. His hands guided her to the mattress and she finally
released the tension in her muscles with a sigh.

Cain chuckled and she couldn’t stop her own grin. Cain
laughed a lot. Didn’t take much seriously. She appreciated that in a lover.

The mattress lifted as he got out of bed and went into the
bathroom. She heard the door shut and let her eyes close for a moment.

It didn’t take long for her mind to come awake with all the
tensions that came with having a new lover. Would he want to stay? Did she want
him to stay? She sure as hell didn’t want him to run for the door but—

The water ran in the sink and seconds later, the bathroom
door opened. Cain came back to the side of the bed.

“Mind if I snuggle in for a bit?” he asked.

Heather smiled and shook her head. It was perfect. He wasn’t
expecting to stay the whole night but he wasn’t racing out before his hands
were dry. He went back to the front door, killed the overhead light, the light
from the bathroom giving him enough illumination to see.

He stretched out on the mattress beside her and grabbed the
thin sheet shoved to the bottom of the bed, pulling it up and over them both
before he cuddled up against her. He shifted, turning her back to his front,
his hand sliding down her hip and snugging her ass against his groin.

Strength and warmth surrounded her and Heather’s eyes
started to close once again.

“So…did I?” Cain whispered against her shoulder.

She opened her eyes. “Did you wha…?” She giggled. “Yes, you
definitely made it count.”

* * * * *

Heather lifted Cain’s arm from around her waist and climbed
out of the bed. Unable to stop the wide grin on her lips, she looked down at
the gorgeous man sleeping. The sheet had pulled down, revealing the round
curves of his luscious ass. A flutter went through her core as the memory
filled her brain—her heels on his ass, pulling him deeper. His dark eyes
glowing into hers as he fucked her against the wall.

She slapped her hand across her mouth hoping to silence the
groan that threatened. Her pussy heated but she backed away. He’d ended up
staying the night after all and damn, but he looked good against her sheets.
She’d let him sleep for a bit longer.

She already had plans for the start of her day—a shower. A
real
shower. Without the dress.

She could barely contain her excitement and ran into the
bathroom, taking care of her morning business before she turned on the water,
hot and hard. She grinned.
Just like the man in your bed.

Giggling, she stepped into the shower and let the spray
pummel her skin. She moaned, savoring every sharp sting against her breasts.
Her nerves tingled. She dropped her head back. The water poured through her
hair, weighing it down. She’d need heavy-duty conditioner after the way Cain
had gripped it, pulling on the long curls, twisting them in his hands as he
held her against the wall, pounded into her.

She moaned and closed her eyes, her fingers brushing across
her sensitive nipples.

“Well, whatever you’re thinking—”

Her eyes popped open and she met Cain’s gaze.