The Bad Boy Wants Me(29)

I wrap my arms around myself and nod. ‘Apology accepted.’

‘Remember when Prince was so furious with his record company he went around with the word slave written on his face. He was not kidding.’

I lower myself back down into a sitting position. ‘But you could create something original. Something special,’ I say earnestly.

He shakes his head. ‘The record companies don’t want creativity or something special from their artists. In fact, they do everything in their power to turn us into homogenized, processed ‘stars’. Fucking puppets, that’s what we are. They give us the tune, they give us the words, they even give us our dance steps. We sing their words and move to their commands and even before our sell-by date comes around the machine will have already picked and begun grooming our replacements.’

‘That’s exactly why you need to follow your heart. You should reach for the stars. I believe you can touch them because you have a truly unique talent.’

I lean back against the chimney and he walks up to me. ‘Your concern is touching though,’ he says softly. ‘Thank you.’

I open my mouth to deny that I care, but I can’t. Not when his eyes are so naked and sincere. For a few seconds neither of us moves. Then the mask drops back over his face and he is Cash Hunter the star, the celebrity, the irrepressible skirt-chasing bad boy again. He puts his finger under my chin and smiles cheekily.

‘Ready for another round of basket weaving?’ He smiles wickedly.

‘No,’ I whisper, but my eyes look at his lips hungrily.

‘Fuck,’ he says, dragging his thumb along my lower lip. ‘You’re driving me mad, Wildcat. I can’t even think when you look at me like that. All I want to do is bury my cock inside you.’ He drags his thumb along my lower lip.

I stare at the smoldering pits of green fire as they come closer and closer. Sparks fly between us. His mouth is warm and tastes of smoke. I thought I would hate it, but it is sexy. Everything about him is infuriatingly sexy. Our lips part reluctantly. I stare at him. The silky strands of shoulder-length brown hair dusted with gold lift in the breeze and fall about his strong neck. I reach out a hand and curl a silky lock around my finger.

‘What shampoo do you use?’ I whisper in a hypnotic daze.

He grins. ‘Something called Ten Voss. Why? Is it turning you on?’

‘Screw you, Hunter.’

‘Excellent suggestion,’ he growls and, putting his spread palm on the small of my back, pulls me close to his body. I know that I will never forget this moment for as long as I live. When I went up on the roof and shared something real with Cash Hunter.

He helps me down the roof and through the window.

I watch him close and secure it. Then we walk down the corridor, silent as mice. At my bedroom door I turn to face him. I see the look in his eyes.

‘Cash …’

‘Uh … huh?’

‘What happened between us earlier was a kind of temporary insanity. I … we really shouldn’t do it anymore. It’s … er … not right. I … well … work for your dad,’ I stutter.

‘You’re right, we shouldn’t do it again,’ he murmurs as he reaches behind me, opens the door and pushes me in.





Chapter Fifteen


Tori

He kicks the door closed with his heel and our mouths crash together, our tongues twine, and our hands pull and rip each other’s clothes off in a wild frenzy.

Then we are naked. His fingers are like fire on my skin. Everywhere he touches burns. I press my naked body into his hardness and rub myself restlessly against him. He propels me backwards until the backs of my legs hit the bed.

Locked in a kiss I vaguely hear the sound of a condom packet tearing. Our mouths make a sucking sound as he pulls away. He takes a pillow and throws it on the bed.

‘There’s no one to save you now,’ he says thickly, and turns me over. My face lands in the pillow.

‘Lift your ass higher and show me your pussy,’ he orders.

I obey, spreading my legs wider to give him a better view.

‘Look at that. Hot, wet and ready.’

Splaying my legs wide open, he gets between them and finger fucks me. A fiery stream of pleasure rushes through my veins as juice gushes out of me and soaks his hand and the bed. My orgasm is immediate and shockingly explosive. I bite the pillow to keep my scream muffled. Possessively, he grips my ass and keeps his thumb jammed inside my pussy while the waves of contractions race from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes. I hear his voice come from far away.

Gripping my butt cheeks he pushes into me. Thick, hot and incredibly hard. It seems to take forever to journey into me. Finally, he is in and I squeeze and milk his cock with my pussy. My muscles dance around his cock making shudders race through him and his dick pulse inside me.