She didn’t know if she was more disappointed or relieved to hear he was going to take it slowly with her.
“Don’t worry, darling. We have plenty of time to get to all the good stuff eventually,” he said as if he’d read her mind again. Before she could ask him to hurry it along a little, he knelt on the bed between her spread thighs and pressed his lips to hers, delivering another intoxicating kiss.
His hand at the nape of her neck kept her upright as her bound wrists were caught between her naked chest and the hard pecs under his dress shirt. As his tongue thrust deeply between her lips, he skimmed his other hand down her side to her hip. With a single finger, he traced the crease at the top of her leg down to her exposed pussy.
She moaned into his kiss, hoping to encourage him to delve inside and stroke her needy channel, but he seemed intent on torturing her with his slow pace.
He lightly brushed over her swollen folds and traced his finger up the inside of her other thigh, wrenching a groan from her. He retraced his path and spent more time brushing against her pulsing folds.
She whimpered against his mouth, and he finally shoved a finger deep and hard into her aching core.
He captured her scream with his mouth then licked around her lips as he pumped her repeatedly with his hand.
“Oh, yes, oh, yes,” she panted over and over again, getting so close to her climax.
“Do you want to come?” he growled in her ear.
“Yes, please,” she begged.
“Call me Sir.”
“Yes, please, Sir.” Adding the title nearly sent her over the edge without his permission.
“Good girl. Come for me now.” He added another finger and drove it deeply into her channel, nailing her g-spot.
“Oh, God!” she wailed. She shattered around his hand as he bit into her shoulder. “Oh, yes! Yes!” The pulsing in her core continued and continued as shocks ran through her body.
Slowly, she floated back to her senses and noted he was still fully clothed as he knelt on the bed before her. “Are you ever going to get naked, Sir?” Her words came out relaxed and dreamy.
“Yes, darling. I told you I wasn’t rushing this.” He kissed her briefly on the lips and helped her lay back on the bed. “Put your hands above your head.”
She complied, and he moved to stand at the foot of the bed. Methodically, he unbuttoned his shirt as she watched breathlessly. Doing the slowest striptease ever, he finally removed his shirt and laid it over the back of her desk chair.
She feasted on the sight of his arm muscles rippling under his skin as he stuck his thumbs in the waistband of his pants. With a graceful move, he swept off his trousers and briefs.
Finally, she had a complete view of him naked. Her mouth watered at the sight of his cock, long and thick, pointing at her. “Protection?” she somehow managed to remember to ask.
He reached down into his pants for his wallet, grabbed a condom and covered himself, the sudden quickness of his movements suggesting his eagerness to get inside her. She spread her legs further open in invitation.
“So needy,” he whispered in his deep voice. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll take care of you.”
He knelt on the bed between her legs and leaned over to kiss her breasts, sucking first one then the other into his hot mouth. With his fingers, he plucked and pinched her nipples into hard buds, sending shocks of pleasure to her core. A moan escaped her throat as her fingers clutched at her pillow.
His body was large and broad as he held himself over her by bracing on one arm. She wanted to trail her fingertips down his shoulders and over his well-defined pecs, to wrap her hands around the impressive length of him.
A small whimper slipped from between her lips.
“What do you need?” he asked huskily as he licked one nipple into an aching point.
“I want to touch you, Sir.”
“Not this time, sweet girl. I’ve wanted to feast on you for the past four days. I will not be distracted.”
She moaned at the strength of his words and squeezed handfuls of her pillow as he lowered his head and placed steamy wet kisses down her belly to the bare triangle between her thighs. He covered her with his mouth and blew hotly against her, drawing a low moan from her. Then he parted her with his thumbs and blew softly against her clit.
She squirmed, desperate for more contact, more friction.
He licked lightly with his tongue, and she groaned with her frustration. She debated whether begging would encourage him to continue or would make him stop. She pressed her lips firmly together, not willing to ruin the moment with her words.
He rewarded her silence by sucking her into his mouth. She fisted the pillow tighter as she held back her cry for more. When he slipped a finger into her channel, she couldn’t prevent the “Yesss” that hissed from her lips.
His teeth lightly scraped her clit, and she gasped. Then he lapped at her with the flat of his tongue until she was desperate for the more painful touch. He repeated the process several times until her breath was irregular and she thought she’d pass out.
“Please, Sir,” she begged.
“God, you are so perfect,” he said again as he kissed his way up her belly and continued to stroke her channel with his finger. Then he braced himself above her on one forearm as he used his other hand to position himself at her opening.
She let go of her pillow and wrapped her joined wrists around his neck, pulling his face closer to hers. She hooked her legs around his hips as he drove into her.
“Yesss,” she screamed as he filled her. She raised her pelvis in time with his rhythm, and it seemed like they’d always known each other this way. There was no first time fumbling to find each other’s pace.
Her inner muscles clenched around him as she shot upward toward her peak. Her breath grew short as she repeated “Oh, yes,” over and over. She wanted to stay with this feeling forever, but Evan slipped his thumb between their joined bodies.
“Come for me,” he ordered, and with a couple of flicks to her clit, he sent her crashing into another orgasm. And that became the feeling she wished she could hold onto forever.
Her climax triggered him. He thrust harder into her a few more times as his face tightened, and he grunted with his release. Then his body grew slack, but he kept himself propped on his forearms, so he wouldn’t crush her with his weight. His forehead rested on hers, as they both trembled from time to time with aftershocks. Eventually, their breathing returned to normal.
Evan disengaged and rolled to his back, bringing Cassie with him to lie half sprawled over him. Her cheek rested over his heart, which she could feel still pumping hard. His fingers skimmed lightly over her back, sending goose bumps along her skin. He kissed the top of her head, and she snuggled tighter against him.
“How are you?” he asked as he removed the knotted tie from her wrists.
“Very fine,” she answered drowsily as she was finally able to rub her palm over his chest and up into his thick hair. “And you?”
“Very fine,” he repeated her phrase. “And very tired.” He sounded like he’d barely been able to get the last words out, and between his last breath and the next, he was asleep, gently snoring under her.
Reaching behind her, she grabbed the edge of the quilt and pulled it around them. Then she banished the warning voice in her head, urging her to take flight before she got hurt. Instead, she gave herself over to sleeping in the arms of this accomplished man, who happened to be her boss, her fake fiancé, and a real Dom.
Chapter Thirteen
“I’m sorry, Mom,” Evan apologized as soon as his mother opened the front door of her Southampton house. He reached out and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She looked good; her face had a bit of color, as if she’d been enjoying spring walks along the beach in the fresh air.
When she’d called him earlier at his office to invite him and his new fiancée for dinner tonight at her house, her tone of voice had clearly expressed her disappointment with him.
“I should have called you this morning before the media spread the news,” he added.
The problem was he’d been a little preoccupied with giving Cassie a proper good morning before he had to slip out of her apartment in the predawn hours to get home to shower and change for work. She was inexperienced, but so willing to learn how to please him.
“Advanced notice would have been appreciated before those hounds cornered me at the market this morning,” his mother reprimanded him. Then a broad smile deepened the lines around her mouth and at the edges of her eyes as she turned her attention toward Cassie. “Now, introduce me to your fiancée, Evan.”
With his arm around Cassie’s waist, Evan pulled her into his side. “Mom, this is Cassie Maynard. Cassie, this is my mother.”
Cassie extended her right hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Mitchell.”
“Mrs. Mitchell was my mother-in-law. Please call me, Sandra.” Evan’s mother took Cassie’s hand. “It is delightful to meet the woman who has tamed my son.”
Cassie’s eyes widened as she glanced back and forth between him and his mother. “I’m not sure I’ve tamed him, or even that he needed taming. I think he’s just perfect the way he is.”
Sandra laughed richly. “Then I am happy to meet the one woman Evan found worthy of settling down with. I’ve been waiting a long time for this day.” She stepped back from the doorway. “Please come in. We can have a drink in the living room and get to know each other better before going in to dinner.”
As they entered the house, Cassie’s gaze discreetly swept over the marble foyer and grand staircase of Evan’s family’s weekend retreat. Though, now that his mother lived here most of the year, he should probably stop thinking of it as the weekend place. But there was something about hopping out here on the helicopter that always put him in the weekend frame of mind, and now he had the pleasure of introducing his pilot to one of his favorite places.
He’d offered to have Ron fly them here, so Cassie could enjoy the flight as a passenger, but she’d insisted she never enjoyed flying as much as when she was in the pilot’s seat. So, after they’d landed, he’d had the odd experience of watching his pilot walk into the East Hampton airport and his date walk out, after she’d changed from her flight suit into a black cocktail dress and heels.
In the living room now, Evan first served his mother and his fiancée; then he took his glass of wine and joined Cassie on the sofa. His mother sat in the facing armchair, studying them, and Evan worried she’d see right through his scam. Cassie wasn’t like any other woman Evan had brought home before, and he was anxious about his mother’s reaction.
“I wish your father was here to see everything you’ve accomplished with the business and in your personal life,” she started.
Cassie held his hand lightly in quiet support as if she were remembering their conversation about how Evan had let down his father. This soft touch was much nicer than when she’d squeezed him so hard she’d left nail tracks in his palm in San Miguel after he’d announced their fake engagement to Xavier.
She rubbed her thumb along his knuckles, and he could tell by his mother’s raised eyebrow she hadn’t missed the connection between him and Cassie. Maybe the real chemistry between them was obvious, and it would distract his mother from asking the sticky questions about the origins of their relationship. Just perhaps, they would get through this evening positively fine.
“Your father would be so proud of you,” his mother continued. “He always was.”
“He couldn’t have been proud of my rebellion.” Evan felt obliged to acknowledge his childish behavior.
His mother shook her head. “You never got to know him as a man, rather than just as your father. He understood your rebellion. In fact, he appreciated it. He didn’t want you to fall in line behind him without experiencing your own life first.”
Evan’s chest tightened as he considered his mother’s words, even though they were hard to fathom. He’d never seen any indications from his father that he approved of Evan’s racing days. Mostly, he thought his father had ignored what Evan was doing as a sign of silent disapproval. As far as Evan knew, his parents had never been to a single race, even though he’d sent them tickets for every one.
“Your father figured he’d give you a few more years of doing what inspired you before sitting you down for a talk,” she continued. “He never expected his time would be cut so short.” The lines at the corners of her eyes intensified with her sorrow.
“I’m sorry, Mom. If I’d come back sooner and taken some of the burden off Dad’s shoulders, maybe…” He couldn’t finish the thought. The guilt tore at his gut.
Cassie gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
“You’re not hearing me, Evan,” his mother admonished him. “He was giving you time to enjoy your life, to find your own path, just as he did as a young man.” Her eyes focused on something in the distance over his shoulder. “He was a wild man when I met him, following his passion.”
“My father?” Evan couldn’t believe it.
She grinned at him, and years seemed to disappear from her face. “Oh, yes. At eighteen, he was full of big plans and outrageous schemes. He was a daring risk taker. How else do you think he accomplished everything he did at Mitchell Industries in one too-short lifetime?”
Evan shook his head at these new insights into his father’s character. His mother was right. Evan had only known his dad as the firm-handed, but kind-hearted businessman father. He never knew what had made him into that man.
“Thank God for Dan Jacobs,” his mother added.
“Yes, he’s a very good assistant,” Evan agreed.
“More importantly, he kept your father’s feet on the ground when Frank wanted to fly off to the moon more times than I can count.”
“So, Mr. Jacob’s always been around to help Mitchell Industries run smoothly?” Cassie asked.
“From the very beginning,” Sandra explained, including Cassie in the conversation. “Frank hired Dan before he could even afford an assistant. They were devoted to each other. I’ve never known a partnership to work as well as theirs, especially because they came from such different backgrounds.”
“I’ve never heard about this before,” Evan said.
“Oh, yes. Frank’s family was comfortably middle class, but Dan was actually from a well-to-do family that had made some poor financial decisions and lost most of their money. Even though his family maintained their society connections and their good name, Dan was a humble man who believed in hard work.”
“That sounds like the Mr. Jacobs I’ve met,” Cassie said.
“I’ve always thought it was quite remarkable he’s been content all these years to remain in the background while your father took Mitchell Industries as far as he did.”
“I think Dan played a bigger role than any of us realize to make Mitchell Industries the success that it is,” Evan said. “I know he has been invaluable in helping me find my way.”
“I’m so glad he’s there for you, Evan.” His mother stood with her half empty wineglass in hand. “Now, enough talk of business. Let’s go into the dining room and enjoy some dinner. Then you can tell me all about how the two of you met, and why today was the first I’ve heard of the new woman in my son’s life.”
Apprehension filled Evan’s gut, and he cast a quick look in Cassie’s direction as they got up from the sofa. She smiled up at him reassuringly as she took his offered arm.
With his mother a few steps ahead of them, Cassie leaned close to him and whispered, “Use the same story we told my dad.” She patted his arm. “It’ll be okay.”
But now, as he prepared to tell his mother the fictitious story, Evan thoroughly understood Cassie’s earlier reluctance to lie to her father. It was much harder to continue this fabricated tale with a family member than it was with a business associate or the media.
Throughout dinner, as much as he could, he minimized the time they spent discussing the origins of his relationship with C
assie. Instead, he directed the conversation to extolling her talents and virtues, which she found embarrassing based on the semi-permanent blush on her cheeks. But he found it too endearing to make himself stop. His tough helicopter pilot had a softer side that he loved exploring in and out of the bedroom.
At the end of their enjoyable evening, as Cassie was stepping into the hired car, Evan’s mother grabbed his arm and whispered into his ear, “I like her.”
Evan grinned down at her. “I do too.”
“Then no matter how this thing between you two really started,” she cocked an eye at him as he started to protest, “make sure she doesn’t get away.”
“Thanks, Mom.” He kissed her cheek and slid into the back of the town car as he marveled at his mother’s keen sense of sight. How the hell had she seen through the pretense? What could he or Cassie possibly have said to tip off his mother?
He chalked it up to one of those freaky abilities mothers developed when they gave birth to children. Just like her ability to always have the right words to let him know how much she loved him.
* * * *
Turning her head on the pillow, Cassie stared at the red illuminated digits of her alarm clock as she lay in Evan’s arms, the numbers reminding her that her time as his fiancée was limited. Sooner, rather than later, the deal with Xavier would be cemented, and Evan would lose his need of her.
For the past few weeks, she’d allowed herself the indulgence of their intimate relationship at night, while she continued to fly him to his various manufacturing plants and meetings with business leaders in the eastern seaboard cities during the day.
They had dinner out at fine restaurants twice a week, so they could be seen together in public for the tabloids, and most times they ended back at her apartment in her bed with Evan taking her sub training to the next level. He slept over so often he’d placed a spare toothbrush in her medicine cabinet and an emergency change of clothes in her closet, in case he didn’t have time to return to his penthouse before heading into work in the morning.
Most days she refused to acknowledge to herself she’d fallen into the same trap with Evan as she had with her last boss by letting down her defenses. But for some reason on this night during their fourth week together, she couldn’t turn off her inner critic and settle into sleep, as she lay curled against Evan’s side.
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