When he pushes inside me, burying himself to the hilt, my legs lose control completely, and his hands curl under my thighs, holding my feet off the ground as he stays still.
“Cade.”
“Flawless,” he murmurs. “I’ve been dreaming about you for days, Gabrielle.” He thrusts, my whimper swallowed against his desk.
“The reality is better than I ever imagined.”
I wait for him to speed up, but Cade maintains his steady thrusting, never changing his pace until I’m mewling, twisting underneath him.
“Please!”
I’ll beg. I’ll do anything, as long as he speeds the fuck up. He pauses, leaning forward to speak quietly in my ear.
“The next time we do this, I want you to sit on my lap, hold my cock inside that perfect pussy. Will you do that for me, Gabrielle? I think the others would enjoy the show. Maybe I’ll take you to the theater, and you can sit and watch the show with my cock filling your cunt.”
My mind threatens to short-circuit at the image he presents. Fuck, I think I might have a little voyeurism kink because the idea of having to sit completely still, holding his cock between my legs in the middle of a packed theatre makes memelt.
“Anything,” I answer desperately. “Anything, Cade.”
He slaps my ass, the movement pushing me forward, and then finally, he moves.
With my hands still bound, all I can do is lie there, each thrust drawing a cry from my throat as Cade takes me, owns every single inch of my body.
And he’s a fucking master at it.
My release crests over me, wave after wave clenching my muscles around him tightly. Cade thrusts one last time, his knot effortlessly pushing through my entrance as I open up to him, sealing us together as Cade groans, hot pulses of seed jetting into me as I gasp for breath.
“We’re making a mess of your desk,” I say finally, when my vision clears.
“Worth it, baby.”
My body is mush. I’m never moving again.
I barely feel Cade undoing my binding, lifting me in some sort of complicated move that positions me on his lap with my back pressed against his clothed chest, my legs spread and his knot nestled inside me, the position spreading me open for anyone who walks in to see me. His breathing seesaws in my ear as I lay back, my head lolling against his neck.
He kisses my damp skin, hands tracing my arms, running up and down, paying particular attention to my wrists.
“How do you feel?” he asks, smoothing my hair back. I manage to muster up the strength for a slight grunt. He’s fucked the energy right out of me.
“I need a nap,” I manage to squeeze out. “Will you… come with me? To the nest?”
His hands clench on my hips, and I ready myself for rejection.
“Of course,” he says softly. “Give it a few minutes.”
He strokes my hair, lulling me into a light doze until his knot finally loosens enough for us to break apart. I expect him to put me down, but Cade lifts me instead, carrying me out of his office and down the hall.
Exhausted and sated, I’m very happy to do nothing but rub my cheek against his chest.
I’m asleep by the time we get there.
But when I wake up, that peaceful feeling is well and truly shattered.
ChapterForty-One
Nate
Bounding up the steps toIl Piacere, I’m whistling when there’s a prickle of warning at the back of my neck.
