Wrong (A Bad Boy Romance)(111)

And then I know I have to do it. Have to claim her in the most primal way I can. I bite her earlobe and say, “Bareback.”

Her eyes pop open and she stares at me. “Maybe that’s not such a good idea?” But she sounds doubtful. Like it won’t take much to change her mind.

“Don’t know, don’t give one single flying fuck,” I tell her, and shove inside.

She doesn’t stop me. She just clenches tight around me and holds my gaze with her own. I mouth her ear again, licking the curve of it, tongue catching on her earrings. “I want my come inside you. I want to taste it on you.”

Jess shivers. Swallows. And after a moment, she nods. It’s a little too late for her to grant approval, but not that much. After all, I haven’t come yet.

The nod gives me all the permission I need. I fuck her hard—harder, I think, than I ever have—and it’s all I can do to hold her steady on the top of the desk. She loops both arms around my neck and arches her body against me, all hot, hot need and gasping desire.

I can feel my dick banging into her, and I picture my seed shooting inside, marking her permanently as mine. More so if that seed takes root…

I break that thought off. It’s not one I want to have. I’m not ready for that, and neither is she. I might never be ready for that.

Then you should have put on the fucking condom. That’s my sensible voice. But I’m so far past listening to it that I can barely even hear it.

I’m far past any hope of stopping either. I keep thrusting into her, again and again, deeper and harder with each powerful shove. She cries out again, muffling it with her arm, and I feel everything inside her clench down on me as she shakes through yet another orgasm.

It’s all I need. I can’t hold back anymore, and I climax deep inside her, no barriers between her body and mine. I’ve never done this before, not with any woman ever. I press my face into her shoulder, into the fall of her hair, and ride the wave until it finally drops me back onto dry land. I’m dizzy, and I can barely breathe.

She’s breathing hard, her forehead against mine, her eyes closed. Her hands open and close randomly around my shoulders, as if she’s lost motor control. She opens her mouth to speak, but all she says is, “Cain. Holy fucking God, Cain.”

I hold her for a few minutes, stroking her back, my dick slowly shrinking inside her clasping heat. Finally I draw back and kiss her gently on the mouth. I feel…strange. Smug, but there’s more to it than that. I’m kind of quiet inside, and I don’t know what to make of it. It’s nothing like anything I’ve ever felt before.

Gently I draw her hands away from my neck. “We should go,” I tell her.

“Where?” Her eyes are still closed as she tries to drag herself back under control. I can feel her trembling in my arms.

“The airport.”

She jerks back, her eyes suddenly clear, staring at me. “What? Why?”

“Don’t you want a honeymoon?”

At that, she laughs abruptly. “Oh, Cain. Really? Seriously?”

“Yes.” I straighten her skirt and help her hop down from the desk. “You’re my wife. You deserve a honeymoon. Besides, if we head out somewhere for a while, it’ll give everybody here a chance to get used to the idea that we’re married.”

Jess nods slowly, taking that in. “Not a bad idea.”

“Nope. Not at all.” I zip and button my trousers, re-buckle my belt. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I think so.” She gives me a smile that’s halfway between wry and her own version of smug. “More or less.”

“Then let’s go.”

I don’t know if anybody heard us, but there’s no way anybody who sees us on the way out won’t know what we were just doing in that locked office. Jess’s pupils are still blown, her hair a mess, and she’s digging her nails into my arm like she’ll fall right down without the support. I have to grin a little to myself. Nothing like fucking a woman until she can’t walk. Her wobbly legs make me proud.

As we head down the steps toward the car, though, my mood takes an immediate about-face. Frank Mangioni is standing on the sidewalk, chatting with a pretty woman I don’t recognize.

Shit. There’s no way to avoid him. I take a step backward, thinking maybe we can go back inside the building until Frank goes on his way, but it’s too late. He’s glanced up, and he sees us.

I can tell by the shift in his expression that he’s put the pieces together. Still, he calmly tells the woman goodbye with a neutral kiss brushed across her cheek before he turns to face Jess and me.

I square my shoulders. Jess has tensed next to me, and she starts to move away. I pat her hand, holding it firmly in the crook of my elbow. She must recognize this guy, too. No surprise—most of Spada’s underlings spend time in and out of that house for business meetings and whatever the fuck else they get up to. Jess has to have seen every one of them at least once.