Working Stiff:Casimir (Runaway Billionaires #1)(63)

Casimir pumped hard into her, growling and biting her neck and shoulder  where he had pulled her blouse aside. Rox squeezed her eyes shut,  panting and calling his name, "Casimir," over and over while he thrust  into her.

"Rox." His hoarse voice grated like he was forcing air out of his throat  as hard as he forced himself into her body. "Rox, I love you. Rox, come  with me. Rox, come now."

She ran her mouth over his neck again and up to his face. As her lips  found the little bit of scarred skin on his cheek, his head twitched  back, but she grabbed him around his neck and forced him back so she  could kiss that scar, too. "Casimir, I love you. Casimir, all of you.  Take me. Take me hard."

He did, pinning her against the wall and grinding up into her. His lips  were drawn back, baring his teeth, as he shoved himself inside of her.  "Come now."

Every hard thrust of him rubbed her clit and that soft, sensitive streak  inside, each shove filling her and spiraling her harder and tighter as  she clung to him, crying out his name.

She was clawing at him, claiming him, clinging to him as he grunted, his  cock deep inside of her. His polished shoes slipped on the Spanish tile  as he shouted, jabbing into her as his muscular body spasmed.

The violence of the orgasm slammed into Rox, blinding her and forcing a  scream from her lungs as she clung to him. Waves pounded through her  body, and a deafening silence blasted into her.

When she could breathe, when she could see, Casimir was holding her in  his arms, stroking her hair. Her mouth was open and slack as she gasped  for air. He murmured, "I've got you. I've got you."

She whispered, "I know."

Casimir carried her to the couch, cradling her in his arms, and told  her, "I almost lost you today." His arms tightened around her sides, and  he whispered, "I want to marry you, now, tonight, but we can't. But I  want to. I am desperate to."

Rox sat up and shoved him backward. "Are you serious?"

He looked straight at her with those emerald-green eyes of his, not  laughing, not joking. "I asked Arthur to fly us to Las Vegas last  night."

"What, the plane didn't have enough gas in it?"

He smiled a little on the left side of his mouth. "So you would have said yes?"

Her head swirled, shocked and yet it was so right. She didn't want to  just date him like all the other women had. She couldn't have survived  if he had ghosted on her.                       
       
           



       

"I, well, I don't know." She let herself smile back at him, just a  little. "You didn't even ask me to marry you. That would have been  pretty presumptuous, just ending up in Vegas and expecting me to marry  you without even asking."

"You know that I'm arrogant as all Hell. I think that's how you have put it, dozens of times, maybe hundreds of times."

"You bet your butt, I have."

He gathered her back into his arms. "You know me too well."

"Yeah, I do." She wrapped her arms around him and held on. "And I still haven't said yes, yet."

"Duly noted." He sighed, his muscled body deflating in her arms. "There are some legal hoops to jump through first, anyway."

Rox could only think of one legal impediment to marriage. "Are you married to somebody else? I didn't think to ask that."

Casimir chuckled. "No, I'm not married and never have been. I'll explain  in a minute. I want to make sure we're properly locked in here. Stay  away from the windows."

A wall of windows and French doors looked out over the ocean and sky. "I'm not sure that's even possible."

"I'll be right back."

Rox dragged her skirt down and curled up on the living room couch,  watching the churning Pacific ocean for any sign of a submarine or a  helicopter coming to attack them. She gathered all three cats into a  pile on her lap while Casimir paced the hallways and rooms, rattling  every window and door to make sure it was locked.

The cats were unsure why Rox was insisting that they all sit on her.  Speedbump kept weakly lunging with his bum leg to get away and follow  Casimir around the house. Rox had owned cats all of her life and knew  just how to grab at the scruff of his neck to keep him on her lap.  Speedbump kept jumping just a little just to see if he could get away,  but he stayed.

Pirate sighed and swished his fluffy tail, gazing up at her with his  single eye, but he seemed resigned to the fact that he was going to be  sitting on her lap for a few minutes. She scratched the back of his  neck, digging her fingers deeply into his thick fur, and he went limp.

Cash paced through the living room again, opening the door to the garage  to check that the garage doors were down and locked, and then setting  off for the guest room wing to check those doors and windows.

On his fourth time through, before he could leave again, Rox said,  "Casimir, honey, why don't you sit down here with me for a minute?"

When he glanced at her, he must have realized the futility of checking  the doors and windows for a fifth time, so he flopped beside her on the  couch and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. The cats wandered away  to lie around them. "I almost got you killed today."

"No, you didn't. Don't be silly, Cash."

"Casimir," he said.

"Okay, Casimir didn't almost get me killed, either. Some sniper almost killed both of us, but this wasn't your fault."

"I should have had security here."

"Look, you've obviously got quite a bit of money, but most people don't  have hot and cold running security guards. Other than Maxence,  evidently."

"Maxence and I have a lot in common. Right now, I need to call in professional security services."

"Wow. Mr. Fancy Pants can call in professional security services with just a phone call."

He looked down at her from the sides of his eyes without turning his head. "When I get done with this, we need to talk."

"Seriously? That offended you?"

"I'm not offended in the slightest, but we should talk." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and told it, "Call Ana."

Rox wanted to tease him that he was calling his sister like he would  call his mommy, but he was on the phone. She could do it later.

And maybe Ana was actually a lady mercenary. You never knew.

Casimir spoke Dutch to his sister on the phone, so Rox couldn't even  properly eavesdrop. He kept glancing at her though, and she was pretty  sure that she heard her own name a few times. The Dutch language sounded  kind of like German but with more who's and hee-oo's in it.

She definitely heard Ana squeal at least once.

He tapped the screen to hang up the call. "All right, we'll have  security forces arriving tomorrow afternoon. We're to stay put and away  from the windows."

"Is your sister in the army or something?"

"No. Well, technically I suppose she is, but nevertheless, she is  sending people to retrieve us. They will evacuate us to Amsterdam  tomorrow. Do you have your passport with you?"

"Yeah, in my purse." She and Casimir had flown to meet clients overseas with an hour's notice more than once.                       
       
           



       

"Good."

"What about the cats?" she asked, stroking Pirate's scarred head.

"I'll ask my housekeepers to take care of them. They're very dependable.  We should be gone for about a week. By the time we get back, we will  have submitted the charges and evidence to the ethics committee, so all  this will have blown over. It will be too late to stop the charges, so  surely whoever hired the sniper won't pursue us after that."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Either way, we will have a significant security presence when we come back. No one will be able to touch us."

"So men with guns will protect us from the other men with guns?"

"They can be surprisingly effective." He paused and took both her hands in his. "I've done this all wrong."

"I told you that the sniper wasn't your fault. How could a sniper be anyone's fault?" she asked him.

"Not that." He slid off the couch and stood on one knee before her,  still holding both her hands in his. Behind him, outside the French  doors, the ocean frothed gray. "I've done this all wrong. Let me do it  right. Roxanne Dolly Neil-"

Good Lord, he had remembered her middle name from that time they had gotten so drunk in Québec that she had admitted it to him.

"I have dreamed of this moment. I have loved you for years, and I  finally have a chance to hold you, to show you how I feel, and I want to  marry you."

He had carried her to her hotel room that night, and she thought that  she had dreamed that he had kissed her on the forehead before he had  gone through the adjoining door to his own room, but now she suspected  that she hadn't been dreaming.