Rules of Payne (Cake Love Book 1)

by Elizabeth Lynx

  “Don’t be ludicrous, Henrik. I can have both. They can be sister-wives or brother-husbands or whatever.”

  I pulled a tissue from my pocket to clear away the smudge. She blushed again and turned her head. I decided right there I had to touch her. When I realized she wasn’t trying to trick me at the coffee shop, I was glad it was her I met there today.

  My hand reached toward her chin and she closed her eyes. Maybe Morgana knew how much I still wanted her. How much I avoided her since she got back because I was in danger of doing much more than what we got caught for.

  I tilted her head back and swallowed, hard. I could take her, right now. Against the window, with Chicago as our bed.

  But I didn’t do that. I focused on wiping the lipstick from her cheek.

  “Did I press too hard, Morgana?”

  “Oh no, Henrik, it felt just right. I—”

  I dropped my hand and realized she wanted me to kiss her. Morgana thought I was going to do that, not wipe her face. I was just about to grab her cheeks and crash my lips to hers when Winston interrupted us.

  “The shower is ready, Miss. I have ordered your pants, and they will arrive while you are cleaning. I shall lay them on the guest bed for you.” Winston turned to walk down the hall and Morgana ran after him.

  Maybe she wasn’t expecting me to kiss her.

  Maybe Morgana was fed up with how I jerk her around.

  I don’t blame her.

  Once she left I focused on making sure Riley, my personal shopper was on her way with Morgana’s clothes. I texted her in the elevator on the way up to my place with specific instructions of what to buy.

  Winston appears after several minutes, informing me that lunch would be ready in twenty minutes. Just before he left I called out to him.

  “Winston? How was, uh, I mean did Morgana seem happy with the bathroom?”

  I made fists, embarrassed that I was acting like some stupid teenager asking about a girl.

  “I showed Ms. Drake where everything was and she commented she had orgasmed in her pants. If that will be all, sir?”

  I nodded as I smirked. He left and I kept my eyes on the hallway.

  Morgana never has trouble expressing her feelings, unlike me. I bet she wanted to marry my bathroom like she did cake and my condo.

  The entrance way buzzed, letting me know someone was on their way up. I went over and dismissed Winston who had been prepared to great the guest.

  The doors opened and Riley stood there with large bags of clothing. I thanked her and took them from her. She left the way she came.

  Heading back into my bedroom I placed the items on the bed. I was about to knock on the en suite bathroom door when I heard her talking in the bathroom. She was having one of her conversations with herself.

  Anyone who knows Morgana, has discovered she sometimes has discussions with her body parts. Mostly her brain.

  Maybe that makes her crazy, but I think it adds to her adorableness.

  I finally knocked, interrupting her self-conversation.

  “Yes?” Morgana’s voice came from behind the door.

  “Morgana, are you all right? I thought I heard someone talking in there.” I worked hard to hold back my laughter.

  “Yeah, just talking to myself.”

  I couldn’t hold it back.

  “Okay, well your new jeans are here. I also have lunch in the dining room if you’re hungry. I’ll leave you to your self-conversation.”

  I left, but not for long. It wasn’t my intention to walk back in and find her half naked in just a bra and panties on the floor. But I wanted to see her in the clothes I had my assistant pick out.

  “Have you decided to attack floors now?” I said from the doorway to the bedroom. She had just stopped humping the floor when I came inside.

  “A lady never reveals her secrets. Now if you don’t mind, I am not fully dressed.”

  I decided to close the door behind me. Maybe I could help her dress.

  She hopped up and grabbed the white plastic garment bag that was on the bed, hugging it to her body.

  That didn’t stop me. I heard her gasp as I reached toward the bag.

  “Let me get these clothes out for you, Morgana,” I said.

  I wanted to pull everything away. Tug her toward me, make her bend to my need. But I had to know if she wanted this too.

  I slowed it all down. Struggled against my own compulsion to slide my fingers over her silky body. Instead I tugged at the zipper of the bag and savored the tremors of her body, the barely audible moans from her mouth.

  Her lips parted with her tongue darting out to moisten her parched lips. But I refused to focus on that. Instead, I savored every lingering touch of heat that penetrated the bag as my fingers dipped inside to take out the dress.

  “Yes, I think this is perfect. My personal shopper, did a great job picking this out in such a short period of time.”

  My heart pounded in my chest. I kept my eyes on the dress, refusing to give into my need to take her. Morgana may still be standing here but it didn’t mean she wanted me pawing her.

  “Now, let’s get this bag out of the way so we can put you in this pretty little thing.”

  This was the moment where she would let me know. Would she cling to the bag or would I win the war of her body? I tugged at the plastic and she let it easily slip away.

  That’s when I made my mistake. I turned my attention from the bag, from the dress, right onto Morgana.

  The light pink lace hugged every inch I wanted to lick. My mouth watered at the thought and my fingers twitched.

  There was no stopping my hands as the tension grew between us, and my cock tried to break free of my jeans and reach toward her.

  My finger fluttered over the edge of her panties and I dipped. She gasped as my fingers slid easily through her folds and my eyes shot to hers.

  “Morgana, is this what I do to you?”

  TWENTY

  Morgana's Problem

  Henrik Payne

  “Just say no. Morgana, please think about how this will affect your job.”

  My brain tried her best to reach me. “You and I, we have a history together. Some thirty years, give or take. Why ruin what we have with a man who you described as an asshole with a black heart?”

  Unfortunately for Brain, I was having none of it.

  I had been hypnotized by Henrik and all his manliness. Brain forever lost to me. She would be missed.

  When Henrik’s voice cracked while asking me if my being soaked, swollen, and a slippery mess was what he did to me, I wanted to scream yes. But my voice was lost as his fingers plunged inside me, and I had to reach for his shoulders to steady myself.

  His fingers became greedy trying to play with my attention. It worked. My body easily fell to him. I rocked into his palm and could hear the slick sounds I was giving him.

  It’s the only thing that would convey what he had done to me, how he made me feel. I swallowed my moans even as my throat constricted.

  That’s when it all stopped. His hand fell away and I was left wet and empty.

  Angry with myself for letting his touch dictate my desires. I thought of just walking out despite being naked, knowing my coat would cover enough of me.

  I hated that I always sank into his slightest graze.

  He made a sound but it wasn’t coming from in front of me. Henrik had moved to get away. I turned to see him on the edge of the bed. That was when I realized how wrong I had been.

  The fingers that just moments ago were inside me were now in his mouth. The sound I heard was him sucking and groaning at the same time. His other hand was settled between his legs, cupping and rubbing the large bulge.

  His fingers dropped from his mouth. Henrik’s lips glistened, and his once hardened face softened with pleasure. My legs became unsteady from the intense throbbing between them.

  “Turn around, Morgana, and grab your ankles.”

  It took my mind a few seconds to process his words, but I
did as he said.

  I was about to ask him what he planned on doing when I felt his hot breath on me. It’s where his exhale landed that had my legs turning to liquid, causing his hands to grab my hips to hold me up.

  Henrik was licking at the soaked strip of lace between my legs. I steadied myself as he moved his hand to the wet fabric tugging it back. Sounds of his moans as his tongue moved over my stiff clit filled the room.

  That was all new. The things Henrik did to me, to my body, was nothing I had ever experienced before. The most risqué thing I did in the bedroom before Henrik was having sex on all fours, doggy style, on a bed.

  Remembering Trevor filming us having sex, I had a feeling I knew why he never told me. He must have been too afraid I would say no because I never took a risk, so he did it in secret.

  I was so vanilla, so boring. I used to think I was good at sex but now I questioned what I considered good.

  This realization made me want to give Henrik anything he demanded. Maybe it was the newness of it or that Henrik’s hot breath heated my already sodden skin, but everything was heightened. Even his fingernails digging into my hip had me gasping in pleasure instead of pain.

  “More,” I cried out, and he didn’t hold back.

  His fingers plunged deep inside me. Stars formed behind my eyelids. Henrik became ravenous, and it was my undoing.

  Perhaps it was my request for more or maybe he had been holding back this whole time, but his mouth seemed to melt. My skin, his tongue, we were one. It all made my eyes roll back into my head.

  His other hand left my hip so that both hands were working me. Only they weren’t on my skin but my panties. Pulling and tugging the lace aside, Henrik slid his fingers over me until he dipped two inside my pussy, leaving one finger to make tiny circles around my tight, little puckered hole.

  I didn’t know if I wanted a finger up my ass.

  My body betrayed me once again. I bucked into his finger, giving Henrik an obvious signal to go farther in my tiny hole.

  “Oh, Henrik.”

  The words came out in a rush as he wiggled his finger inside my ass. It’s hard for me to tell how far he had gone inside, but it wasn’t at all how I thought it would feel. I felt full. It made the pleasure of what he did in my pussy more intense.

  “Put your hands on the bed.”

  Henrik was gone and in that abrupt moment, I felt unbearably empty. I lifted my head to see him standing over me, pointing to the edge of his bed. He guided me, and placed my hands on the edge and back into a bent position. I heard movement, his zipper, and a ripping sound come from behind but I didn’t dare look. Something about not knowing what was coming had me curling my fingers into the blue bedspread.

  “What happens if I fuck you, Morgana, in all the ways you need to be? Not how you have been, but how a woman as sultry and smart as you should be fucked?”

  My head swiveled toward his words and my eyes fell upon him like a thunderbolt. He was naked, gripping his condom covered cock by the base, and black ink etched on his chest and curved over his shoulders. There was even a white jagged line of a scar across his chest, which disappeared under his left arm.

  This was not the straight-laced workaholic I knew, this was someone darker with edges and lines that maybe I shouldn’t cross. This was a man who didn’t ask if he could fuck me or put a finger up my ass; no, he did it knowing it would never be questioned. This was Payne.

  “How do I need to be fucked, Henrik?”

  I regretted asking as soon as I pronounce the k in his name. Not because I didn’t want to know, but because I really did.

  His hot breath tickled my shoulder as Henrik leaned over me. His words dangled and teased before being dropped in my lap to savor.

  “I want you so full of me you are at risk of drowning in pleasure. You won’t even be able to say my name as the orgasm I give you hits so hard you think you might see stars. I want to give you stars, Morgana.”

  “You think real high of yourself don’t you, Henrik?”

  Damn it, mouth, don’t ruin this for me.

  Slap.

  That had me whimpering. Henrik’s hand was rubbing where he spanked my ass just moments ago.

  “I was going to take it easy on you, Morgana, but it seems you like to play dirty.”

  He was behind me again tugging on my panties. I heard a rip and realized he tore them. The ones he just bought me. I bit my lip and wondered what he meant by taking it easy.

  I didn’t ponder it too long as I felt something thick rub up and down between my legs. It’s smooth, and I realized he glided easily over me because I was drenched now from slapping my ass.

  He hadn’t paused or asked, Henrik just pushed inside. There was no gentility to his efforts. Just a few hard thrusts and he filled me as he said he would.

  “Oh, Morgana. You feel so good.”.

  His finger found my tight little hole once again and like his cock, it didn’t wait to enter. No pause or reflection this time. I was so naïve with what I felt before.

  Because this was everything. It’s so dirty, so raw, and all I could do was respond. I heard myself saying things, but I didn’t know what was coming out of my mouth.

  I pushed back into him wanting more but not knowing what that more could have been. He wiggled his finger as he pounded into me. All I could do was push my ass at him, lowering to my elbows because it just wasn’t enough.

  I was chasing something powerful. Something that had me wondering if I could ever go back to the way things were.

  Then when his free hand slapped my ass again, I unraveled. My core tightened and I came.

  Crying and mumbling and maybe even peeing a bit, I tried to keep hold of the bed because the release was so intense. I didn’t even realize he had slowed and moved his finger from my ass.

  My cheek was resting on the bed as the intense wave subsided when I heard his groan. Henrik’s fingers dug into my hips.

  A few moments later Henrik fell beside me, landing on the floor. I turned as my legs gave out, tumbling into his lap. His arms wrapped around me and for a few minutes, we sat there catching our breath, entangled together. My eyes swept his chest as I traced his scar with my fingertip.

  So many questions just on his body alone, but I didn’t even have the energy to speak right then.

  “I could stay here all day with you on top of me, but my ass would not be happy. Go lie down on the bed and I’ll be right back.” Henrik nuzzled my neck as he whispered the words to me.

  Making myself comfortable on the bed, I moved back the covers to snuggle inside.

  Henrik disappeared into the bathroom and I heard water running. After a few minutes, he was back out with a cloth in his hands. Gently, he cleaned between my legs before returning to the bathroom.

  Henrik returned to bed and pulled me into his embrace. Cupping my chin, he brushed his lips against mine. The kiss was deep, sensual, but fleeting.

  “You did it wrong.” My voice sounded weak and breathy.

  Goose bumps ran up my arm all the way to my heart as his face exploded with a smile. His chest rumbled from laughter.

  “I am certain I didn’t do anything wrong.”

  His finger drew an imaginary line from my lips, down my chin to the tip of my nipple.

  “We had sex and then we made out. It’s usually the other way around, you kiss and then have sex.”

  His head dipped to my neck as he nuzzled me with kisses.

  I was in danger of falling hard for this side of Henrik. He was sweet and cuddly. Not that I didn’t like the raw, hot sex side of him either, but I could sometimes do without the stick-up-his-ass side of Payne.

  “I don’t kiss before sex, only after. I told you that a while ago.”

  I snorted, starting to laugh as he lifted his head with a serious expression.

  “Yeah, I forgot. Silly me. Here I was thinking you were over that inane logic considering all we have been through.”

  “I have rules, Morgana. I never kiss on the lips
before sex or at least before an orgasm.” His finger moved up from my breast to trace my frowning mouth.

  “I’m curious how far in life these rules have gotten you, Henrik. Last time I checked you didn’t have a whole lot of people singing your praises.”

  I winced after I spoke. That was harsh even after what he had done to me. His jaw ticked and the granite face was back.

  “Where do you think Mimir would be if I didn’t put all the hard work into it? I eat, sleep, and drink that company.”

  Sitting up the sheet fell, leaving me partially exposed. “There is only one problem with that, Henrik.”

  He mimicked me as he sat up, but his eyes stayed on my boobs. “Oh yeah, Morgana, and what is that?”

  “It’s not your company. It’s Jacob Mimir’s company. I think he worked just as hard as you, as did a lot of people, to make it what it is today.”

  He jerked his head back as if my words were a bee ready to sting him. Only, they weren’t bees but he was stung.

  After a minute of silence, he got out of bed. I watched as he searched for his clothes and finally got dressed.

  He tugged down his sweater, and as he made it to the door I began to apologize, “Look, Henrik, I’m sor—”

  “—I expect you to be gone when I return, Morgana. We will discuss the week on the plane later. It’s been fun.” Henrik walked out and shut the door behind him.

  That was it.

  No time for me to apologize or for us to talk about everything? Just a wham, bam, by-the-way-you-need-to-leave, ma’am.

  Fine.

  TWENTY-ONE

  Morgana's Problem

  Airplane Bathrooms

  My mouth watered.

  I kept my eyes closed knowing it was going to be thick. Maybe even firm, and when my tongue got a hold of it, I knew the delicious flavor would melt in my mouth.

  Steak.

  I didn’t realize how hungry I was, but there was nothing better than waking to the aroma of food. I drifted back to sleep with the thoughts of savory meat on my tongue.

  I awoke again by hot breath on the top of my head. For a moment, partially asleep, I believed the steak came alive and planned to devour me. Apparently, the steak had a deep voice and knew my name as it mumbled it into my hair.