Working Stiff:Casimir (Runaway Billionaires #1)(44)

His zipper jumped out from between Rox's fingertips, and it took two  tries for her to catch it. She unzipped him and pushed at his underwear.  His cock sprang out, hard and pointing toward his navel on his flat,  rippled stomach. A bead of moisture leaked at the top. Rox shoved him  back with one hand. He arched, surprised, and she crunched forward and  licked it off. A hint of salt on her tongue and the faint scent of  earthy musk from his body thrilled through her, and she grabbed one of  his belt loops to pull him closer.

Cash sank his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back. His green  eyes narrowed, and he watched her as his fingers dipped lower.

Rox closed her eyes and dropped her head back, each swipe of his fingers  over her folds and nub sending shivers up her body. His fingers were  gentle at first, finding her slippery center and sliding the moisture on  her skin, then firmed as she bit her lip. Her core started to tighten,  and she whimpered.

He pressed his hand flat against her, covering her, and massaged her  folds all the way from her tip to her ass, overwhelming her.

She gasped, "Cash, please. Oh, please."

His fingers opened, and the tip of him pushed inside her.

Her fingers still clutched his belt loop, and she jerked him toward her, sliding him deep into her.

He gulped air and crushed her against his body, straining to push  himself farther inside. Rox grabbed the edge of the desk, dragged her  body a few inches closer, and wrapped her legs around him.

His ragged breath was hot on her neck as he plunged into her, pumping  hard, every thrust rubbing over her clit. Rox shoved him, trying to get  away from him a little because the sensation ground into her, tightening  her so fast, so hard, knotting her inside. She writhed, and he crushed  her against his chest and shoved up into her, growling and grinding  against her.

One more hard thrust deep into her shattered the tension. Passion flowed  from her center outward, rocking her on waves all the way to her  fingertips and toes, silencing the world around her for long moments.

The first thing she heard was Cash's breath, harsh and warm on her neck  as he groaned her name, his deep voice hoarse with passion. His cock  still throbbed inside her, pulsing heat.

She clung to his neck and shoulders, panting, too emotional to let go of him.

Dang it, tears were burning in her eyes.

One of his hands stroked her hair, the other one braced behind her on  the desk to keep them both from falling backward, and he murmured,  "Lieveke," again and again.

She rested her forehead against his strong shoulder, the fine fabric of his suit smooth against her face.

When she could breathe, when she could think, she loosened her arms  around his neck. He backed up a little, but he rested his forehead  against hers, his eyes still closed. "Lieveke."

"Casimir," she whispered.

His open lips rose in a slight smile. "Yes."

They stayed there for another minute, still breathing hard, until Rox  sighed and pushed his shoulder a bit to tell him to get off of her.

He stepped back, reaching for a tissue from the box on his desk and mopping himself dry before zipping up.

Rox realized the problem.

Panic. "Did you use a condom?"

"Oh, shit." His emerald eyes widened. "I'm sorry. I meant to. I have  some right here in my desk." He opened a drawer. "I meant to grab one,  but once I got your panties off, I couldn't think straight."                       
       
           



       

Rox could have gone forever without knowing about the condom stash in his desk-

He pulled out a long ribbon of joined foil packets, more than a dozen of them.

-and she could have gone way longer without knowing how damn many he had in there. "Are you serious?"

"Oh, my God," he said to her, his eyes wide and honest. "I am so sorry."

"It'll be okay," she said, freaking out inside but not shaking too much. "I'm sure it'll be okay. Nothing will happen."

He grabbed her again, holding her to his chest. "I just had a check-up. My blood tests were all clear. If anything happens-"

"Nothing will," she said again. "I'll pick up one of those morning-after  pills on the way home. It'll be fine. Really." She snuggled closer to  him anyway. "I should go on the pill anyway."

Going on the pill for a month or two seemed stupid, a long-term solution  to a short-term problem, but she could probably just call her GYN and  have them phone in a prescription.

Cash said, "I mean it. If anything happens-"

"Nothing will," she told him again, putting some courtroom steel in her  voice. "I'll make sure of it. I wouldn't trap you like that. Or cause  problems like that. Or whatever."

"Is that what you think it would be?" he asked, his voice soft near her ear. "A problem?"

"Of course. We're just playing around."

He stood and looked down at her, a soft smile playing at the edges of  his mouth. His lips were still swollen from kissing her. "I'm not  playing around, lieveke."

"Oh, Cash. I'll bet you say that to all the girls."





GIRLFRIEND-ZONED





Ten minutes later, Rox had straightened her clothes, pulled her  underwear and jacket back on, and could reasonably pass for a  professional woman in an office who had not been freshly fucked.

Probably.

Cash, meanwhile, had tucked himself all back together and was going over  the notes for their meeting with the DiCaprio people in fifteen  minutes. As usual, he looked perfect. He hadn't even wrinkled his suit.

She finger-combed her hair in her reflection in the window. Men had it  so danged easy. She looked as presentable as she was going to. "Ready?"

"Certainly. You've done an excellent job with the notes, as usual." He  gestured to his suite of couches by the door. "Why don't you rest while I  go to the meeting?"

Rox's mouth fell so far open that flies might have gotten in. "I beg your pardon?"

He ran his hand down her arm as he walked by her, a caress. "Stay in my office. Relax for a few hours. I can run this meeting."

"I always come into meetings with you!"

"But you must be tired."

"I'm not that tired. You're a great lay, Cash, but I am not unconscious."

"I'll have to try harder next time, then. But truly, you don't have to come to the meeting. Stay here."

"Have you been snorting those pain pills they gave you? I am not going  to lounge around your office like some doxy with a sugar daddy! I am a  paralegal. I am your paralegal."

"Of course, you are."

"I'm the only paralegal who will still work with you!"

"Well, you're the only paralegal with whom I'll work. The others all  kept playing footsie while we were in meetings. It was mortifying."

"Well, they all thought that they were your girlfriend then, didn't  they?" She gasped. "That's it, isn't it? You're trying to  girlfriend-zone me."

One of his eyebrows dipped in confusion. "That must be one of your American colloquialisms."

Rox ranted, "That's it! You're treating me like a girlfriend instead of a  colleague. Well, let me tell you something, Casimir Friso van Amsberg.  I'm a professional woman in this office. You will not treat me like your  girlfriend when we're in here. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

Cash blinked, his lush eyelashes closing over his dark green eyes several times. "I am doing that, aren't I?"

"Way to go for the deep introspection, buddy. And what's more: I am your  paralegal, first. When you ghost me, when you lose interest in my  chubby ass and decide to fuck somebody else, I will still be your  paralegal. I am not going to give up my job just because you decide to  poke your dick in some other hole. You got that?"

"Rox," he said, his voice breathy. He reached for her. "I would never-"

She dodged. "You will. We both know it. And don't you lie to me, Cash Amsberg. I will whup your ass."                       
       
           



       

"I would never dream of-"

"Stop it. Just stop it. We both know how this is going to go down. One  day, you'll find another chick that you want to boink, and then you'll  stop returning my calls and my texts and you won't look me in the eyes  when I talk to you. You'll ghost on me. You'll walk away, and it'll be  just like you died. Like you took a gun and pulled the trigger or you  went over the side of your deck and didn't give a damn about me or how I  would go on afterward."

He was holding out both his hands, palms up, and his emerald eyes pled with her. "Lieveke, I would never do that to you."

Her teeth ground together in her skull, and she snarled through her  clenched teeth, "I'll bet that you say that to all the girls."