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“What—” is all I managed to get out before Cain moved from between my legs to sit on the leather seat.

“We are getting closer to the penthouse and you’re going to fucking ride my cock.”

I heard the words, but my body was already in motion before my brain caught up. I shifted, reaching for his belt with shaking hands because the quicker his dick was inside of me, the faster I would come. It was simple math really.

I fumbled with his belt as my fingers trembled due to a mix of frustration and desire. Cain’s hand landed on mine once more and he said, “Let me do it.”

His fingers brushed mine away and made quick work of the buckle. The sound of his zipper lowering sent a fresh wave of heat through me. He freed himself, and I couldn’t help but stare because he was hard and more than ready for me.

I scrambled to move toward him. It would have been comical how I looked, but I was way too turned on to care. I hiked my skirt higher and positioned myself above him. Cain’s hands gripped my hips, steadying me as I lowered myself onto him. The sensation of him filling me made me gasp, my head falling back as I took him in completely.

“Look at me,” Cain commanded.

I forced my gaze to meet his because there was no way I’d disobey now. Having his blue eyes stare into mine was like a clash between two titans and no one knew who was going to win in the end.

“Ride me,” he said, his voice low and rough.

I began to move, setting a rhythm that quickly had us both breathing harder. The sensation of him inside me was overwhelming. I braced my hands against his chest and enjoyed how fast his heart was pounding beneath my palm as I rode him. Cain’s grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into the fabric and my skin hard enough to leave marks I knew I’d find later.

“Faster,” he demanded, his voice was strained and I knew he was close to giving in.

I obliged, quickening my pace until the sound of skin meeting skin filled the vehicle. I shook my head slightly to get my hair out of my face because any semblance of the bun I’d had when I left his penthouse was now gone.

Cain’s eyes never left mine and I wish I knew why. The weight of his attention was almost as overwhelming as the sensation of him inside me. “You’re close,” he said. And it wasn’t a question.

I couldn’t deny it. My body was trembling, my thighs shaking with the effort of maintaining the pace. Every nerve ending felt alive, electric, focused entirely on the place where we were joined.

“Let go,” he whispered, and it sounded like both permission and command.

The orgasm hit me like a wave crashing into a brick wall. I couldn’t control any of my body’s movements as my hard-earned climax tore through me. My mouth fell open, but no sound came out. Because I’d literally crashed, my body almost started going limp from the release of tension and Cain took over from there.

He started pounding into me from below, driving up into me with a force that made my vision blur. His hands still held on to my hips, guiding my movements as he chased his own release. The limo hit another bump, but neither of us noticed or cared. I was beyond noticing anything except the way Cain’s face looked when he finally let go.

His eyes squeezed shut for one raw, unguarded second before they snapped open and found mine again. That was the part that undid me. It was the way he came apart with his eyes locked on me, refusing to look at anything except the only thing that mattered right now.

As we caught our breath, cleaned up the best way we could, and fixed our clothes so they didn’t completely give away our activities back here, the limo began to slow down, which told me we’d probably just arrived at the penthouse. When I heard the driver’s side door open, I laid my hand on Cain’s wrist. He looked at my hand before he looked up at me.

“I want to be put back in charge of Prescott Vantage even if it means working from the penthouse for now. And we need to start talking about when I’m going to go back to my real life because you can’t keep me here against my will, permanently.”

The words flew out before I could catch them. I would have tried to massage them a bit, to make them not seem as harsh, but it seemed as if my post-orgasm fog had removed any sense of filter.

His eyes narrowed slightly before he replied. “Yes, all of that will be arranged.”

My strategy had got me the win with this match, but it still felt somewhat hollow. And deep down, I knew because of the game I’d just played, I would never be the same.

19

CAIN

Thoughts of going to bed had drifted through my mind over the last hour or so, but I still hadn’t turned in. I’d told myself that I still wanted to wrap something up from the office, which wasn’t a lie. Traveling had also been put on the back burner since I was tracking Sutton and I needed to figure out how that would work going forward given this situation here was always changing. Now while my work was never done, the reason for me still being up had nothing to do with my professional responsibilities.

It had nothing to do with the call regarding Wiles and Co. It had gone exactly as Sutton said it would. Better, if I was being honest with myself, which I rarely was when it came to her. Harold Lyle had relaxed the moment he saw her. It was a feeling I completely understood, though I would never admit it out loud.

It had everything to do with the fact that my mind wouldn’t stop replaying what happened in my limo afterward. I kept seeing her hands on my chest and hearing the way she’d said my name just before I took her lips once more. The sound of it had done something to me that I couldn’t undo no matter how hard I tried to. Not to mention watching the look of pure bliss that crossed her face when she came all over my cock was something I would never forget.

That was the biggest problem I was having with this whole thing. I could rationalize what we did. Sutton had initiated, which meant I hadn’t forced her to do anything she didn’t want to do. Images of her climbing into my lap, kissing me first and her riding me in the back of a car with the same focus she’d brought to the client call filled my mind. I had let her because letting her was the closest thing I could somewhat control in a situation that had spiraled well beyond it.

I let her set the terms and pretended like she ran the show. I gave her exactly enough space to believe she’d taken power from me. This was because the alternative, whether it was her pulling away or her deciding the experiment was finished, was worse than whatever concession I made in the moment.