Oh, damn. Jennifer felt like she was going to come apart under Kaden’s lips. Men had gone down on her before, but not with such intent. She tried to push against his face, sinking her hands in his hair to hold him against her, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them down, keeping her still and helpless against the onslaught of pleasure he delivered to her.
She nearly screamed when he sucked her clit into his mouth. The sensation was almost too powerful and not powerful enough. And when he fucked her with his thick fingers, first one, then a second, she exploded.
Her orgasm consumed her, making her wail as he curled his fingers inside her and massaged her g-spot. Hell, she hadn’t known where the damned thing was. How in the world had he found it with such ease?
“There’s a good girl,” he whispered as he leaned up to kiss her.
She tasted her come on his lips, the sweet salty essence making her even more crazed for his touch. Panting, she tried to catch her breath. “Please, fuck me, Kaden. I need you!”
Lowering his head, he took her nipple in his mouth, his bite almost painful as he sucked the turgid flesh, plying it with his tongue. He sucked hard, pulling his head away with a pop. “Such a pretty beg, but I want you to come again.”
“Please! I—”
“Do you think you could come if I suck your nipples?” he asked. “I think we should find out.” Lowering his head, he pushed her breasts together and sucked both furled nipples into his mouth.
“Oh my God! Kaden!”
He stared at her as he sucked, amusement warming his blue eyes. A spark of pleasure traveled from her nipples to her clit, making her arch against him, desperate for contact that he wasn’t giving. Her need overwhelmed her, and without thinking, she pushed a hand between her legs.
Kaden pulled back, smirking as he looked at her hand busy between her legs. He tsked, and said, “Naughty girl. You should have waited for Daddy to give you what you want.”
“Daddy isn’t getting the hell on with it,” she muttered, too muddled with pleasure to fight when he pulled her hand away from her needy core.
He stood and tugged her up, then turned her to face the couch. “Bend over and put your hands on the seat,” he ordered.
Desperately hoping he’d relent and fuck her, Jennifer obeyed, spreading her legs in invitation. Yet he didn’t touch her. Lifting her head, she watched him kneel by his suitcase and rummage until he held up a leather strap.
Returning to her, he held the strap in front of her face. “This is a perfect cure for naughty girls,” he said, tossing a handful of condoms down next to her. “Take your punishment like a good girl, and I’ll give you what you want.”
She stared at the leather in his hand, then up at his face, wondering if she should rethink her position. In the face of something she knew would hurt, she considered grabbing her coat and running.
He must have seen the indecisiveness and apprehension on her face, though. He knelt beside her and kissed her forehead, a strangely chaste and comforting gesture, given her position. “Trust me to make this good for you, honey. I promise I’m not going to hurt you or leave you wanting. If you decide you don’t like it, all you have to do is tell me to stop, and I swear I will.”
Jennifer bit her lip, still unsure if she was ready for this. But the only way to find out was to try it. It was so unlike her to trust a stranger, but when she looked into Kaden’s earnest blue eyes, she couldn’t help but tell him what he wanted to hear. “Okay, we can try it.”
“That’s a good girl,” he said, smoothing her wet hair away from her face. “Remember, say stop if you don’t want it, okay?”
“I will,” she whispered.
Kissing her once more, he stood up and moved behind her. She dropped her head, breathing out through her nose as she steadied herself for the first blow. Yet instead of the slap of leather, he stroked her ass, his hand warm against her flesh. The sensation sent tingles up and down her spine and she shuddered in pleasure.
The first stroke surprised a cry from her, but it was more from the sound than anything else. Another fell, sending warmth through her skin, but still so gentle that it barely stung. The strap connected with her flesh again and again, the sting growing, but in a good way, and she felt wet arousal trickle down her thigh.
She wanted more, and whining with need, pushed her ass backward to meet the strap Kaden wielded with such precision. Kaden dropped to his knees behind her and spread her wide as he sucked her swollen clit into his mouth. Jennifer cried out, her screams setting the kenneled dogs to barking. “Kaden, please!”
Growling against her flesh, he said, “Come once more for me, baby, and I’ll give you what you want.
Her legs shook and she trembled all over as he sucked her sensitized clit back into his mouth. He pushed his fingers inside her, fucking her until she came apart, her consciousness splintering into a thousand rainbow colored shards of light.
8
Damn, he could watch Jennifer come all day. His new goal in life, aside from forgetting about Afghanistan, was to spend his free time making her come. Whether it was on his cock or from his mouth, he didn’t care. He wanted to see that rosy flush of bliss on her face all the time.
Her knees buckled and he lowered her to the couch, kissing the back of her neck as she panted. Ignoring his aching balls, he snagged a bottle of water from the fridge and pulled her into his lap, fully intent on cuddling his baby girl until she was ready for round two.
“You were right,” she slurred. “I liked the strap.”
“Drink,” he said, holding the water to her lips. “Finish at least half of this and we’ll start again.”
“Mmm, thanks.” She took the bottle and chugged it, draining it dry in a few seconds. He chuckled and put her on the couch then got her another. Her eyes slumberous and warm, she handed the half-finished bottle back. “Sorry, I guess I was really thirsty.”
Sitting down, he tugged her into his lap again, nuzzling the soft skin under her ear. She squirmed and giggled, snorting when he blew a raspberry against the back of her shoulder. Wriggling around, she straddled him.
“Are we going to get to act two before I have to do rounds?” she asked, taking his lower lip between her teeth as she rubbed her wet core against his cock. “We can’t let all these condoms get lonely. They’ll be sad.”
He’d been wrong. Jennifer was a brat. But she was a sweet, funny brat, unconsciously pushing just hard enough to rouse the daddy inside him. He doubted she realized she was doing it. He knew a newbie when he saw one, and aside from her collection of naughty books, he’d bet money she’d never had a dominant lover.
But she had a point, and a job to do, and no matter how good the sex was, he knew enough about her to realize that she’d leave to take care of her clients’ pets before he took care of her.
Smirking, she grabbed a condom from the pile and tore it open with her teeth. She was utterly incorrigible. The minute he got her into a real bed, he was going to tie her down and…
Kaden lost his train of thought when she slipped the condom over his throbbing cock, her hands squeezing as she eased the latex down his shaft. Straightening, she rubbed against him, teasing and taunting until he growled. Holding her still, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside, gritting his teeth as her hot channel clenched around him.
She gasped, her mouth opening in surprised delight as her eyes slid shut. Throwing her head back, she clutched his shoulders, her hips bucking against him as she chased her pleasure. Holding her loosely, he leaned back and watched her.
Though it wasn’t like him to let a partner take control, Jennifer was glorious in her abandon. He loved watching her move, loved the feel of her hot pussy milking his cock. But he wanted to be closer. Tugging her toward him, he kissed her, digging his hands into her mass of wet hair as she rode him.
And it still wasn’t enough. He turned, laying her down on her back. She blinked in surprise as he pushed her knees to her chest and thrust back inside her, making her squeal in plea
sure.
She tightened and spasmed around him, her inner walls squeezing almost hard enough to hurt. She was nearly there, and he was going to make her come so hard she passed out.
“This,” he said, ramming home with a hard snap of his hips, “is how a dominant fucks.” He grabbed her hands, tucking her wrists together in one fist behind her head as he reached between their bodies for her clit. “And this is how a dominant makes his little girl come all over his cock.”
She surged upward, whimpering as she strained against him. He kissed her hard, fucking her mouth with his tongue and stealing her breath as she cried out in pleasure. Swallowing her scream, he pinched her clit, working the bundle of nerves between his fingers as her back bowed under him.
His balls tightened painfully, drawing up as he thrust one last time into her welcoming body. Lowering his head, he bit down on her shoulder, hoping he would leave a mark.
Digging her short nails into his hands, she stiffened and let out a breathless cry as she clenched around him, milking the come from his balls in a painful, delicious rush. He collapsed on her for a moment, trying to regain his breath and his vision before he released her hands and sat up. Making sure the condom stayed in place, he eased himself free of her, then pulled her into his lap.
Her slender body quivered with aftershocks, but she gave him a drowsy smile and buried her face into his chest. The condom could wait. He had his little girl right where he wanted her.
Jennifer let herself bask in the afterglow for several minutes. She was sore in all the right places from Kaden’s possession.
Kaden had marked her, judging by the bite on her shoulder. Part of her hoped the bruise he’d probably left would fade. She didn’t want to explain it to Matt or their shared assistant slash receptionist, but she didn’t want it to go away, either. For a split second, she considered taking a picture to help her remember Kaden after he’d left. That would be creepy and borderline stalkery though.
Although her body protested, she sat up and gave him a smile. “I need to get dressed and check on things. We can eat when I finish.”
He cupped the back of her head and kissed her, a soft, sweet brush of lips that made her heart jump and turn a cartwheel in her chest. Brushing her swollen bottom lip with a thumb, he said, “Okay. I’ll get the food ready while you’re busy. Is there anything that needs to be heated?”
“No, it’s all cold deli stuff.” Pointing at the canvas grocery sack on the counter of the tiny kitchenette, she added, “There’s bread for sandwiches and paper plates in the bag.”
“How about I make us a pot of coffee?” he asked. “I also have a copy of Die Hard in my bag if you have a DVD player.”
Grinning, she crawled off his lap and searched through her bag for clean clothes. “The ultimate Christmas movie. My partner’s wife’s amazing food and a bad movie to celebrate. The only thing missing is the champagne.”
Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a bottle of wine. “How does pinot grigio sound instead?”
“Perfect.” Tugging her hair into a pony tail, she slipped her Crocs on her bare feet. “I won’t be long.”
Jennifer hurried through her rounds, dashing to the barn to check on the stallion. Though she spent a few minutes with him, she was eager to get her chores done so she could get back to the hot man in her office. The dogs were asleep, and she realized she’d forgotten to return Nero to his kennel. Damn, now she’d have to go look for him. She couldn’t believe she’d been so irresponsible.
Yet when she returned to her office, the last place she’d seen Nero, she found him curled up on Kaden’s lap. Caleb rested his head on his knee, looking up beseechingly as Kaden lifted a piece of salami to his lips.
He’d changed into a worn blue t-shirt and a pair of black sweats, his feet covered in wool socks. He looked just as delicious as he had in designer clothes. Laughing softly, she shook her head and made herself a plate.
Sitting next to him on the couch, she accepted the paper cup full of wine he offered and said, “You look awfully comfortable there, Captain McCleod. Just don’t give the beggar giving you puppy eyes any treats. Unfortunately, he’ll give them right back.”
“He’s good, and I won’t,” Kaden promised. “Tell me about this little guy in my lap.”
“That’s Nero. He got hit by a car and someone brought him in. I did the amputation maybe a week ago, and he’s just starting to get used to it.”
“Man, the owner must have been worried sick,” Kaden replied, popping a stuffed olive in his mouth.
“He doesn’t have one. I’m thinking I might keep him though.” She reached over and scratched Nero’s ears. “He’s sort of grown on me.”
Kaden traced a finger over Nero’s bandages. “He’s a very lucky cat.” Looking up at her, he leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose. “And you’re an angel for taking care of him, and of me.”
Laughing, Jennifer said, “You called me that when I pulled you out of your car. I’m afraid I’ll have to dispel that notion, though. I have a terrible temper, and my vocabulary is best described as educated pirate.”
“Well, as long as you’re an educated pirate. Too many pirates get lazy and keep using the same profanity over and over.”
She shook her head and took a bite of her sandwich. The time after sex could be so awkward, but she didn’t feel that with Kaden. Despite the short time they’d known each other, she felt comfortable with him, almost like she’d known him all her life.
When she finished chewing, she asked, “Are you ready to watch the movie? My laptop will play it.”
“Sure. I’d offer to set it up, but…” He stroked Nero and smiled. “I appear to be trapped.”
Damn. Yet another reason Kaden was pretty much perfect. He had enough sense to stay put when his lap was occupied. If she wasn’t very careful, she’d end up falling for him, and that wouldn’t be a good idea. She shook off the morose thought and queued up the movie, turning the screen toward the couch.
Jennifer sat down and picked up her wine, taking a deep drink. There was only one problem. She kind of had a feeling it was too late.
9
The cat in his lap purred in contentment, though the dog had given up on talking him out of a treat and gone to his bed next to the desk. Kaden didn’t know how much longer he could have held out against those soulful brown eyes.
He set his empty plate aside, along with Jennifer’s, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as the movie played. She was so warm against him. This was almost better than sex. He’d never been so comfortable with a woman before, and never over something so simple as relaxing on a battered couch while watching an old movie.
Jennifer leaned against him, her eyes drifting shut every few minutes. They’d split the bottle of wine between them, and though neither of them was drunk, he was sure the alcohol was putting her to sleep.
He nudged her, making her open her eyes and look at him. “When do you need to check the animals again?” he asked. “I want you to get a little sleep, and I need to know when to wake you.”
She rubbed her eyes and sat up, glancing at the clock on the wall over her desk. “Two hours or so. I need to keep an eye on Princess.”
“Okay.” He pulled her back into his arms, arranging her and the cat on his lap until they were all comfortable. “Go to sleep and I’ll wake you.”
As she laid her head on his chest, someone pounded on the clinic door. Jennifer sighed and rubbed her eyes. “No rest for the wicked,” she said with a wry grin. “Hopefully it isn’t anything serious.”
“I’ll come with you,” he replied, remembering Evan’s threats. “It’s late and you shouldn’t answer a door by yourself.”
She blinked and graced him with a glorious smile. “Okay, thank you.”
Her surprised gratitude made his chest ache and he pulled her into his arms for one last kiss. Together, they went to the door. Kaden waited for her to unlock it, wishing there was a peephole so he could see who it was. His muscles tight
ened in preparation as the door opened.
“Kaden! Sweetheart, I’ve been worried sick!”
It wasn’t Evan. It was something much worse. Brittany Carter had come to call, and she was dressed to kill in thigh-high boots and a skirt short enough that she couldn’t bend over without getting arrested. He’d once thought she was cute, but he’d take Jennifer in bloodstained scrubs over Brittany any day.
She pushed Jennifer aside and threw herself into his arms. Though he tried to hold her off, she dug her nails in and wouldn’t let go.
“That surprises me,” he said, his voice cold enough that she flinched. “I broke up with you because you’re a greedy, grasping –”
She tossed her red hair over her shoulder, the faux fur of her coat catching the strands. “Of course not, silly! We just had a little spat. I know you weren’t serious.”
“Oh, I was quite serious, Brittany. Find yourself another sugar daddy, because it isn’t going to be me.”
Her lip quivered, and her blue eyes filled with tears. “But you can’t! What’s going to happen to me and our baby?”
“Excuse me,” Jennifer said.
“Kaden, who is this woman?” Brittany asked.
“I’m Dr. Dane, the owner of this clinic,” Jennifer replied, her brown eyes hard as stone. “And since you’re here, you’re more than welcome to take Kaden and leave.”
Brittany sneered and tipped up her chin. “Let’s go, sweetie. You don’t need the little dog walker to take care of you.”
Jennifer arched a brow and crossed her arms over her chest. “Funny, your boyfriend called me a dog sitter. I suppose I’ll have to scurry back to my office and let my license to practice comfort me. I don’t suppose either of you noticed my fucking name over the door.” Turning to him, she asked, “Do you think I should paint it over…sweetie?”
“Both of you, knock it off,” Kaden roared, suddenly losing patience.
Jennifer leaned back against the wall, crossing her feet at the ankles. She waved a hand at him, though she didn’t say a word. Her face was impassive, but he could tell how furious she was, and he didn’t blame her a bit. When she calmed down, he’d explain things to her.
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