I just lay there for a moment, catching my breath. If my own hand was that good because of what Cassius had done, what?—
“I hope you enjoyed it, Sarah.”
I lurched up. No, Cassius was not in the room. But the timing of it… he must have heard everything.
“Tomorrow, I will see you for more.”
He was just outside the door. He stepped away a moment later, but there was zero doubt he’d heard all of my moans and pleasures.
Fuck.
I couldn’t decide whether I was embarrassed or delighted.
Either way, I had a feeling that would not be the last erotic moment involving Cassius Vale.
13
CASSIUS
Fuck.
Fuck!
Listening to Sarah masturbating in the room over was one of the most profoundly intense moments I’d experienced in years. Maybe ever. The temptation to bust open the door, take her myself, and make her mine was so unbelievably fucking intense that I had my hand on the knob countless times.
When she finished, I couldn’t help but let her know I was right there. I had to let her know I was well aware of the power I had over her, and that I knew I could bring her to climax just with my mere presence.
But fuck. What I could not let her know was that her mere presence was having the same effect on me. Just by existing, just by fucking existing, she was making me so fucking hard my pants were bulging no matter how I adjusted myself. By the time I left the doorway and headed back to my room, I already had my hand on my dick, rubbing it at the thought of what she might do to me.
Grab me. Stroke me. Suck me. Fuck me.
Jesus Christ, that woman. Why she had such a powerful influence on me without even realizing it… maybe in a moresober moment, without the heat of erotic intensity, I might be able to dissect why. Not now. Not fucking here.
I barely made it to the bathroom. I got in the shower, needed to only think about Sarah naked, and had myself on the verge of coming within a minute. I released with a groan that only the distance between our bedrooms could hide. Even mid-climax, I imagined finishing inside Sarah, leaving my mark quite literally in her.
As I finished and came down, I waited for that moment of sobriety to hit, that moment when the erotic rush had faded and reality set back in. I waited for me to realize how ridiculous this all was, that all I should have done was just fucked her, let that be the end of that, and moved on. Even if I didn’t destroy her, destroying the passion I felt with one good fuck would end this charade, and I could continue on to more important and real matters.
But it never hit.
The only charade going on was that I was telling myself it was a charade. Sex would not change that. If anything, sex would heighten just how real this was getting.
For something I’d gotten into on the basis of destroying an old ex who had ruined my life, it sure started to seem like I was destroying my vision for someone who was… dare I say it…
Making my life a bit more enjoyable and rewarding.
I woke up the next morning to find Sarah already awake downstairs, rummaging through food pre-stocked for some breakfast. Neither of us acknowledged what had happened last night. What was there to say? Speaking dryly about the sexualtension would only make it worse. And maybe it needed to be “worse” for me to get my shit together, but right now…
Well, I didn’t really know what I wanted. My passionate side said I wanted to fuck Sarah on every piece of furniture in this house. My rational side said I still needed to break her for what she did to Virgil. The fullness of it all left me in a weird limbo where I was content to let events play out as the schedule dictated.
Today, that meant we were flying back to Las Vegas. It was a quick visit, yes, but when you’re a billionaire, the globe becomes your backyard.
I approached Sarah with a smirk on my face, the kind that suggested everything was going according to plan for me. I suppose in a sense, it was—I just happened to be juggling multiple plans in my mind rather than one single one.
“I take it you had fun last night,” I said.
“A bit,” Sarah said. “The gala was great fun. The views were great.”
“Mmm,” I said. I was content to not push this one. I didn’t need to pressure Sarah or make her feel like she was under my spell. Both of us were well aware that was the case; no amount of denying it would change that fact.
