The CEO's Little Surprise(19)

Nine

The dark green Hummer sat in the same parking spot as it had the first  time Gage had visited Fyra, under a large oak tree saved when the  developers poured the concrete for Fyra's new building.

Shade nearly obscured the monstrosity of a vehicle, but Cass found it  easily. With a heightened sense of anticipation, she dashed across the  parking lot in hopes of hopping into the Hummer before anyone saw her.

After the unproductive day she'd had, the last thing she should be  doing was leaving work at three o'clock. In her current mood, it was the  only thing she could have done. Besides, this was exactly where she was  supposed to be. She'd promised the others she'd make progress with Gage  and the leak. No one had to know she was happy to see him.

Hooky. It used to be one of their favorite code words and it still had  the same punch. Maybe more because she was skipping out on the enormous  pressure inside the walls of her company instead of a boring lecture in a  drafty hall. A little thrill shot through her as she clambered up into  the passenger seat of Gage's car.

God, this sucked. She'd rather pretend they didn't have any more  complications between them apart from where to go so they could spend an  illicit couple of hours together. Strictly in the name of sex, of  course. Instead, she'd spend their time together with both eyes wide  open for any signs of his involvement in her company's troubles.

"Hey," Gage said, flashing her a mischievous smile. "I thought I was in  for at least a couple of rounds of sexy text messages designed to get  you out of your purple cave. Silly me. If I'd have known all it was  going to take was one, I'd have been by at lunchtime."

"It's Friday." She waved it off as if she left early on Friday all the time, which was a flat-out lie. "I needed the break."

Especially if the break involved the man she should be sticking to like Velcro-and not because he was lickable. Which he was.

Concern filled his gaze as he pulled out of the Fyra lot. "Rough day?"

God, she was slipping. How had he realized that instantly? Gage  shouldn't be the one person who saw through her, the only person who  looked at her long enough to see her internal struggles.

She started to deny it but couldn't. What would be the point? "Yeah."

He drove in silence for a few minutes, but veered off the road after  only a couple of miles. The Hummer rolled to a stop under the shade of a  large oak tree near a deserted park.                       
       
           



       

"Come here," he commanded as he pulled her into his arms easily despite the gearshift and steering wheel.

She should have struggled more. Should have pushed him away. Sex only,  nothing more. That's why she was here-for a much-needed release at the  hands of a man very capable of delivering it.

But his soothing touch bled through her and nothing else could  penetrate the little bubble surrounding her and Gage as he held her.  Nothing, not the various parts of the car, not all the weight of Fyra's  troubles, not the difficult past between them.

Everything faded under his tender strokes against her skin. She'd  needed this, needed him. Needed someone to be there to catch her when  she fell, to be on her side. His shirt was soft against her cheek and  his woodsy scent filled her head, spreading the oddest sense of peace  through her chest.

A tickle in her hair alerted her to the presence of his fingers a  moment before both chopsticks slid free, releasing the tight chignon.  Her scalp nearly cried in relief as her hair billowed down her back. He  gathered the strands in his strong hands, winding them around his palms.  Threading them through to his knuckles. Caressing her back.

It was relaxing and stimulating at the same time. How was that  possible? But with the binding hairstyle gone, a weight lifted, almost  as if he'd studied her and pinpointed precisely what she'd needed.

A groan rumbled in Gage's chest, vibrating her own, and in a snap, the  atmosphere shifted. Awareness spread across her skin, sensitizing it.  Switching cheeks, she rested her head in the hollow of his shoulder, but  oh look, there was Gage's ear just a millimeter from her lips.

Grazing it lightly, she inhaled him, letting his powerful masculinity  wash through her. The slow tide picked up speed, flowing like lava  toward her toes, heating her in its wake.

Riding the flood, she arched her back, pushing her aching breasts  against his chest, seeking more of his touch. She nipped at his throat,  slowly working her way back to the tender lobe. When her teeth closed  around it, he exhaled hard. It was ragged and thrilling, filling her  with bold desire.

She licked him and oh, yes, he tasted amazing. More. And then his mouth  was on hers and she drank from him, drawing out even more of that  essence she craved. Hot and masterful, he kissed her back, meeting her  tongue thrusts with his own, changing the angles to go deeper, and she  moaned under the onslaught of sensation and Gage and everything she'd  been missing for so long.

"Cass," he murmured against her mouth. "Let me take you to my hotel. It's five minutes away."

Five whole minutes? Too long. She didn't bother to respond and pulled  him half into her seat as she went on a survey of that wicked, gorgeous  body.

He sucked in a breath as she dipped into his pants and found the heated  length of flesh she craved. So hard and thick and she wanted it. "Now,  Gage. Don't make me wait."

With a curse, he pushed her hands off his body and moved from behind  the steering wheel to slide into her seat, shoving her against the door.  He promptly picked her up and resettled her on his lap, facing him, and  watched her with a hooded, wicked glint to those hazel eyes as he  pushed his palms against the hem of her skirt. The fabric gathered under  his hands, riding up to her waist where he grabbed on and fitted their  hips together, aligning his hard shaft against her center.

Perfect. Almost. Not enough. She rolled her hips, grinding against him  and the answering shadow of lust shooting through his gaze heightened  her own pleasure.

Without another word, he cupped her head with both hands and pulled her  against his mouth, ravishing her with a long, wet kiss. Frantically,  blindly, she worked at his pants until he sprang free into her eager  hands. Her very own velvet-wrapped present. With her first stroke, his  head fell back against the seat, flopping his too-long hair against his  forehead and he groaned, eyes tightly shut.

That was...inspiring. She did it again, awed that she could command the body of such a powerful man.

"Back pocket," he rasped. "Hurry."

She wasted no time rolling on the condom. Pushing up on her thighs, she  guided him to her entrance and plunged until they joined fully in one  swift rush. They moaned in tandem as he flung his arms around her to  hold her in place, rocking her so sensuously, so soul deep, she felt  tears pricking at her eyelids. He filled her body, filled her head,  filled every millimeter of her.                       
       
           



       

"So good." His breath fluttered in her ear as he read her mind. "Open for me."

To demonstrate, he widened her hips, nestling himself even closer to her.

Slowly, more slowly than she'd thought possible for a man on a mission,  he drew her mouth to his and laid his lips against it. Savoring. He  explored her as if they had all the time in the world, and as if she  wasn't about to scream, and just as she thought she'd come out of her  skin if he didn't move, he thrust his hips, driving deeper inside her.

She gasped and the rush overwhelmed her, pounding in her chest, at her  center. Her vision darkened as he slid home again and again, and then  his thumb found the true center of her pleasure, swirling against it  with exactly the right pressure to set her off like a lit stick of  dynamite.

The release rolled through her thickly, gathering power as she exploded  over and over. She slumped against his chest as he cried out her name  hoarsely, tensing through his own climax.

He held her gently, wrapped tight in his arms as if he never planned to  let go. She sank down into the ocean of Gage. He surrounded her and she  couldn't kick her way to the surface. Didn't want to. This was sheer  bliss and it wasn't just due to the sex.

It was Gage. Only him.

"That was amazing," he murmured into her hair. "Now can we go to my hotel?"

"No." She snuggled deeper into his embrace, her nose against his neck  where it smelled the most like well-loved man. "Take me home. And stay."

A mistake. He'd cracked open something inside her that should have been sealed shut.

Except she was so tired of pretending she didn't feel anything. So  tired of bottling up her emotions and trying to prove she had it all  together when in fact, she didn't.