Page 15 of Cash's Trouble

“I’ve spent my whole life being careful.” I pull the belt slowly through the loops and let it fall beside his boots. “Sit down.”

Cash lowers himself into the chair without taking his eyes from me. The obedience of a man that powerful sends a slow ache through my body. I stand between his spread knees, lift his shirt and drag it over his head. Tattoos cover the broad planes of his chest and ribs, dark against warm skin. This time I don’t have to rush. I trace the ink with my fingertips, follow it with my mouth and feel his stomach tighten when my lips reach the line above his jeans.

“You said you imagined me,” I murmur while opening them. “Tell me what you imagined.”

Cash lifts his hips so I can push the denim and underwear down. His cock is already hard, thick against his stomach. “You after the bank closed. Blouse open, skirt around your waist, your hands flat on that desk.”

I wrap my fingers around him and stroke once, slowly. “Blinds shut?”

“No.” His voice roughens as I circle the head with my thumb. “I wanted you looking at your reflection in the glass while I fucked you.”

The image tightens every muscle low in my stomach. Cash reaches for me, but I catch his wrist and return his hand to the armrest. “You watch. I’ll tell you when you can touch.”

His eyes darken. “My good girl found an attitude.”

“She’s had one all along.”

I sink to my knees. The first slow drag of my tongue over him wipes the amusement from his face. I take the head into my mouth, tasting salt and heat, then draw back until my lips barely hold him. Cash grips the chair, forearms tightening as I repeat the motion and take him deeper each time.

“Lilly-Rose.” My name leaves him as a warning and a plea together.

I look up while my mouth moves over him. The smooth man who always knows what everybody wants is losing his certainty beneath my hands, and the sight makes me bolder. I hollow my cheeks, work the base with one hand and let him watch me enjoy every rough breath I pull from him.

His fingers close in my hair at last, not forcing, only holding. “You keep looking at me like that, this ends in your mouth.”

I release him slowly. “Maybe I’d like that.”

Cash’s entire body goes still. “Say it again.”

“I said maybe I want to taste what I do to you.” I stroke him while holding his gaze. “Maybe you should’ve looked closer.”

A rough laugh breaks from him. “Fuck, you’re going to ruin every clean thought I ever had about that bank.”

I take him again until his thighs tense beneath my palms, then stop before he can come. Cash swears, and I rise with a smile that feels nothing like the woman who used to watch him from safety. I strip in front of him, slowly enough to make him suffer through every button and inch of skin. When I’m finally naked and his control is stretched thin, Cash’s hands settle on my hips, but I remove them and place them back on the chair.

“Still watching,” I tell him.

“Then give me something worth seeing.”

I guide him through my wetness and lower myself over the thick head of his cock. The stretch is slow and deep, pleasure sharpening as I take another inch and then another until my thighs meet his. Cash’s jaw is rigid, his hands locked around the armrests while I sit full of him.

I roll my hips once. His breath leaves hard. “Tell me what else you thought about.”

His gaze drops to where our bodies join. “I thought about making you admit you wanted a biker’s hands under those sensible clothes. About bending you over until you stopped worrying who might hear.”

I rise and sink again, letting him drag over every sensitive place inside me. “You imagined me begging?”

“I imagined you trying not to.”

“Then you don’t know me as well as you think.” I lean close, my lips against his ear. “I wouldn’t beg. I’d tell you to fuck me harder.”

Cash’s control snaps exactly the way I wanted. One hand closes around my ass, the other grips the back of my neck and drags my mouth to his. He thrusts upward as I ride him, meetingevery drop of my hips with enough force to make the chair creak beneath us.

“You wanted control,” he says against my mouth.

“I wanted to make you lose it.”

“You did.”