Working Stiff:Casimir (Runaway Billionaires #1)(41)

He grabbed her hips and flipped her so that she landed on her back,  bouncing on the mattress. Heat flooded her, burning for him, and she  reached out her arms. "Please!"

Cash fumbled with his jeans, shoving them and his underwear down his  legs. The falling cloth revealed more fiery black ink that traveled down  his side, over his trim hips, and flamed out on his muscular thigh.

Rox curled up and braced herself on her elbows.

Licks of fire trailed into the hollow of his hipbone and pointed one  needle-like tip toward the dark ruff of hair at the base of his  erection. His dusky peach cock stood up, pointing back toward his navel  and rippled stomach. She reached out her right hand, sitting up and  trailing her fingers down his skin and the ink on his side while he  stripped his pants off his feet.

He poked his shaking fingers into one of the pockets of his jeans and  came out with a condom packet that he ripped open with his teeth. He  slapped the condom on.

He grabbed the blankets around her and shoved, pushing her toward the  middle of the bed and sliding the comforter with her, and clambered on.  The mattress bent under his weight, and he dove onto her, his mouth hot  on her neck and his body heavy on her. His cock nudged her thigh. She  tried to slither downward so he could push into her, but he pinned her  with his hands under her armpits so that she couldn't move.

"Cash," she panted. "Come on."

"Not yet."

"I'm good. Please. Please, now."

"Lie back," he growled.

Cash propped himself up on his arms and kissed her, his mouth slanting  across hers. The bandage on his cheek tickled hers. When he moved down  to open his mouth and use his tongue on one of her breasts, she wiped  the tickle off her face.

She saw him glance up and see her rub her cheek, but he went back to  running his tongue over her nipples, curling his tongue around them and  sucking until she wasn't thinking about her face anymore. Rox dug her  fingers into his thick hair and arched under him.

He kissed her mouth again and lifted up. "Look at me."

Rox tried to open her eyes, but she pushed her hips up. "Cash-"

"Look at me."

Her breath fluttered in her chest, but she managed to get her eyes open. "Please-"                       
       
           



       

"Look at me," he said, his voice gruff and low. "Hold onto me."

She wound her arms around his neck, spreading her hands on his back.  Under her right hand, the rough ink of his tattoo felt velvety on her  palm.

"Hold onto me," he said again. He hovered over her, his green eyes dark with passion. "Hold on."

He moved his hips, bowing his strong back. The tip of him parted her  folds, and he slid through her, rubbing his length over her clit.

The sensation shuddered through her, and she arched, closing her eyes.

"Look at me," he whispered, his lips brushing hers. "Feel me. Look at me."

She opened her eyes again, trying. His lips were parted, and his emerald eyes looked almost tortured.

He said, "Hold onto me."

Rox slipped one of her hands around to his cheek, the one without the  bandage, and pressed her palm to his skin. Her voice choked in her  throat, but she managed to whisper, "I am."

He blinked a few times but didn't look away from her, and she could feel him pressing into her, so very slowly.

The moment drew out, held suspended around them, and felt like this was  their first time, really. Last time, outside, had been hot and dirty,  all right. They had both been starving for each other.

Now, his body fitted into hers, opening her to him. Pressure built as he filled her with himself, breaching her.

This must be why everyone was so bereft after he left them, because this  felt like a hell of a lot more than just hot and dirty. The intensity  in his green eyes made her shake, but she didn't let go of him. She held  on, resting her palm on his cheek and holding his shoulder with her  other hand.

He sank farther inside her until his hips nestled in hers, pressed  against her. He was so big, so hard in her that tears wavered in her  eyes. Just from the pressure, she told herself, not because this felt  like more than sex, more than intimacy.

His wide-open eyes looked like his soul was as open to her as her body was to him.

"Rox," he whispered, and he started to move in her.

Every stroke rubbed inside her and on her clit, a long slide of  increasing ecstasy. He crawled forward over her, bracing himself on his  arms above her shoulders and spreading his knees and hers wide to push  more deeply into her.

Rox tried to keep her eyes open, she really did. She tried to watch  every moment of him because, as she had so often heard, there would not  be many moments like this before it was over.

His eyes searched hers, even as they became foggy with passion.

With each of his slow thrusts, she closed her eyes at the top, an instant of blindness and darkness and his body inside hers.

He slid inside her again and again, stroking her.

Those blissful moments lengthened, deepened, until she was wound so  tightly that she was crying out but couldn't hear herself. She clutched  him, hanging on, so close to the edge.

Cash held her closer, his arms around her. Her arms were cinched around  him, her body rigid as he drove inside her. His breath scorched her  shoulder, and she inhaled the male musk of him with every breath.

Her world went white, a starburst of life and joy, and Rox bowed against  Cash, her voice harsh in her throat. He growled beside her ear and  pushed deeply into her one last time, his body straining against hers.

Rox held onto him, her arms cramping, as she whispered, "Cash, oh Cash."

He tightened his arms around her and held her for the longest time before he moved away.

Rox pulled the comforter tightly around herself, hiding. No wonder all  the other girls in the office were so heartsick after he ghosted on  them.

Pain lanced through her heart at just the thought.

She wasn't going to be able to bear it.





DARKNESS BEFORE THE DAWN





In Cash's dark bedroom, all through the night, Rox didn't sleep much.  She didn't know how many nights she would have with Cash spooned around  her, his arms and sometimes his leg heavy on her. His warmth and the  faint musk from his body, now erotic, filled the sheets around her. She  drifted in and out of wakefulness, savoring the moments, trying to  remember everything.

This couldn't last long.

When he stirred, though, he reached for her. When his fingers found her, he quieted and slept.

She hovered on the precipice of sleep, not quite falling over, when  Cash's deep, slow breathing changed in the dark. He inhaled and held it,  his head moving near hers, and he rose up on one elbow to look over her  before he blew his breath out.

The blue lines on the nightstand clock formed the numbers 6:45. Wan  sunlight trickled in through the dark wooden blinds on the window.

He began to shift, lifting the covers and sliding away from her.

"Cash?" she asked, her voice hoarse with sleep.                       
       
           



       

"I'll be right back. Go back to sleep."

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah. I just need to do something."

"Oh. Pee. Sure."

Hey, they had been friends for years. On a business trip to Brazil, she  had tossed anti-nausea medicine and Gatorade into his hotel bathroom  when he had texted her that he was in trouble.

When he came back a few minutes later, the sun had risen farther, and  enough sunlight was leaking through the wooden slats that Rox could see  him a little better.

He had taped a fresh gauze pad on his cheek.

She asked, "Is it healed up under there? Because if it's not, you need to see a doctor," she mumbled.

"It's healed."

"Dude," she said, pushing herself up to her elbows, "you didn't need to  put on a bandage. That's like the first couple times that we traveled  together when I used to get up at five o'clock to shower and put on full  make-up and curl my hair before we met at the hotel gym at six-thirty."

"Yeah, you don't do that anymore."

"Heck, no."

"It was peeling off," he said. "It itched."

"It's just me," she said, flopping back on the pillow. "I don't care if  there's a hole in your cheek and I can see your molars through there."

He chuckled. "It's certainly not that bad. We can sleep another hour or so before we have to get up."

Rox smiled as she cuddled closer to him.

The dawn cast ruddy lines through the horizontal blinds. The room gradually brightened, and Rox slept.





THE EARL OF GIVESNOFUCKS





The next morning, after Rox had awakened with Cash's arms wrapped around  her and they had eaten breakfast-she was just getting ready to broach  the subject of gathering their papers and laptops to ready themselves  for the drive to the office because they had that DiCaprio meeting at  one o'clock and they should both be there-when Maxence's deep voice  called through the house, "Casimir! I need some help, here!"