SASSY IN STILETTOS ARe version

by Nana Malone

  Caleb’s control snapped. “Micha, I love you,” he ground out.

  Her responding slap was enough to sting, leaving a tingle on his left cheek.

  “Stop it. You can’t go around saying things like that. Like ‘I know you.’ and ‘I love you.’ You can’t do that. You don’t love me.”

  He leaned in, unable to help himself. He was tired of fighting with her. He was tired of waiting for her to get it. Tired of waiting for her to see. “Furthermore, you love me too. That’s why you’re so busy running. You know Sabine isn’t my wife. You know I wasn’t being an asshole just to be an asshole in there. When the fuck are you going to wake up?” He kept his voice low. But he knew she heard him. Both her eyes and nostrils flared. And she telegraphed with her left hand before it made an attempt at another slap. He caught it in mid-air.

  “You hit me again, and I will take you over my knee.”

  He knew her too well, so when she stepped into his space, he knew what she was up to. Micha was a fighter. Even when she was down and beaten, she would still claw. She would prefer to go out fighting than to ever concede. It was one of the reasons why he loved her. But in this case, it was pissing him off.

  Catching her fist before she could do the damage to his balls that she likely intended, he bound her wrists together in one of his hands and dragged her around the front of the car. From this angle, they were completely in the shadows. This was one of the blind spots he’d posted one of his men in today. Just in case anyone on the expansive grounds wanted to tamper with their car.

  Micha struggled in his hold. “What the fuck are you doing?”

  “If you don’t stop struggling, you’ll hurt yourself.”

  She only pulled harder on her wrists and dragged her feet. “If you think I’m going to let you spank me, you have another think com—”

  He spun her around to face the hood and landed a hand firmly on her backside. His palm tingled from the contact, and it made him hard. God, this woman drove him insane. All he wanted was to love her. How fucking hard was that? She made it goddamned impossible, but he wasn’t giving up. Not that he could anyway. He’d invested two years of his life wrapped up in her. The sooner she realized how he felt and that he meant business, the sooner they could get on with their lives.

  In front of him, Micha squealed and bucked and tried to kick him. He landed another firm swat on her other cheek. This time his palm closed over her soft flesh reflexively. God, she was so soft. And such a fighter. He’d never been into leather and whips, but holding Micha like this as they struggled for dominance…

  Yeah. He could see the appeal.

  He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “The sooner you stop fighting me, the sooner I stop smacking you, and we can go home. But make no mistake. I’m done playing nice with you.”

  Chapter 24

  Micha struggled in his firm grip. He wouldn’t dare spank her again—would he? She was strong, but he was far stronger. He definitely wasn’t hurting her, but he made it difficult to move.

  When she finally wiggled an elbow free. She drew it back into his ribs. He didn’t even have the good sense to grunt. Instead, his whisper in her ear was cold and smooth.

  “I warned you what would happen.”

  The immediate stinging slap on her ass only infuriated her. “What the fuck?”

  “I told you to stop trying to hurt me.”

  “I swear to God, you’re a dead man. As soon as I get free, I’m going to kill you.”

  “Micha, I want you to stop fighting me.”

  “The hell I will, so you can start spanking me in public like some perverted freak?” She managed to release one of her legs from its stance and tried to bring her heel down on his instep. He deftly avoided what should have been a crippling blow, and instead, wedged his leg between her thighs. Another stinging smack made her ache. And more humiliating than the actual spanking was the chaser of arousal. She was not into some guy putting his hands all over her, nor was she into any kind of submissive shit. Not in her nature. But still, Caleb spanking her made her insides melt and fire chase the arousal under her skin.

  “Micha, stop it. I’m not going to hurt you. I would never hurt you. If you keep this up, you’ll only hurt yourself. And that would turn this shitty day even shittier.”

  Her body shook. She didn’t want to keep fighting him either. Hell, she was exhausted. He was exhausting. Staying away from him was exhausting. She eventually sagged into his hold, which immediately turned into embrace the moment she relaxed her body. “I’m exhausted. I don’t want to fight with you anymore.”

  “Then stop fighting. For once. Don’t fight what you want to do and let me love you.”

  There it was again. That word. The tiny voice inside wished she could believe him. Wished she could hold onto that thread and believe in it. But she had no idea how to do so. The last time she’d tried, her whole world had shattered. And given the way she already felt about Caleb, if she gave in that last little bit, he would have the ability to destroy her. “I-I don’t know how.”

  Caleb kissed her temple softly. “Don’t worry. I can show you. It starts with me saying I’m sorry. You’re right. I was a total ass in there. And I deliberately fucked with your interview. I know better, and I’m a professional. I just couldn’t stand to see his hands all over you. I honesty considered killing him a half dozen ways.”

  Micha chuffed. “Yeah, well, you weren’t the only one. He was pouring it on a little thick in there. Deliberately trying to remind me of who I used to be. Trying to make me conjure up images of the two of us together. All it did was make me mad.”

  “I still shouldn’t have interfered. We both know you can take care of yourself. Hell, I think you might have bruised a rib.”

  Shame washed over her, and she immediately turned in his arms to face him. With her fingertips she traced over each of his ribs. “Shit. I’m sorry. As you can see, I’m not particularly a fan of being vulnerable. I reacted instinctively. I’m sorry.”

  He winced and placed a hand over hers. “Well, as a guy who cares about you and your safety, I’m glad your Krav Maga training is working out. You’re strong.” She touched his ribs again, and he groaned. “Surprisingly strong.”

  She immediately eased up on the pressure, but didn’t remove her hand.

  Caleb’s voice was husky. “I don’t think I need a doctor for this particular condition.”

  Picking up on the unmistakable lust in his voice, she brought her gaze up to his. His eyes were hooded, his lips slightly parted. Her heart hitched, and lust thickened her blood. Her response to him was dangerous. He was dangerous. The two of them were combustible. But she didn’t care. He insisted he loved her but she didn’t care. She locked away the part of her that dared to hope, to examine later, but in this moment she wanted him. And she cared about him. That was the best she could do right now. It would have to be enough.

  ***

  With a tremor in her hands, Micha reached for Caleb’s belt buckle.

  “Micha, what the hell are you doing?” His voice was thick and gravelly as he released her hands.

  “I’m showing you how sorry I am. I know you wouldn’t hurt me. I shouldn’t have gone for blood.” She released the belt from the buckle. When her fingers went to the button of his slacks, he stayed her hands with his.

  “Whatever you’re thinking of doing, don’t. We’re in a very public place.”

  “You said yourself—we’re completely hidden from all the cameras. Simon gave us this garage bay because it was secure and private. I want to take advantage of that.”

  A deep growl rumbled in his throat when she drew his zipper down. “Micha, I—”

  She reached into his pants and his boxers and wrapped her fingers around his already stiff erection. She watched him closely as his jaw tightened and his eyes fluttered closed. His cock jerked in her hand. She pumped the thick length of him once, reveling in the fact that she could make him lose control like he did to her. “What was that you were sa
ying, Caleb?”

  “I-I don’t remember.”

  She released him from the confines of his clothes and sucked in a shuddering breath. He was so big. So virile. Her hand looked small fitted around his thick cock. Lust flowed in her veins. She wanted him, craved him inside her, pumping until she lost herself to lust and abandon. But this was for him, not for her.

  Micha sank to her knees, and his soft, muttered curse echoed on the walls of the garage bay. With her tongue, she laved at the tip, and he immediately fisted his hands in her hair.

  “Micha—You are so fucking good at that.”

  As she worked the length of him with her hands, she teased the tip with her tongue, licking and working her way around the ridge. She settled her hands at the base of his cock before opening her lips wide and wrapping them around him.

  “Micha, fuck—I—Jesus.” His hands tightened in her curls to near painful point, then released and massaged.

  In a choreographed dance with his hips she drew him into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks until the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. Forcing her throat to relax, she managed to draw him in half an inch further. Drawing back, she lifted her eyelids to look up at him. His gaze burned into hers. She could feel the intensity of his desire, his need, his love. Slowly she released him to the tip before drawing him fully into her mouth again. With one hand, she cupped his balls and tested the weight of them, caressed, then squeezed just enough to get his attention.

  “Shit, Micha. I can’t hold on if you do that. You feel, so—aah, fuck.”

  She moaned as she drew him in again. He tasted salty and earthy. Like Caleb. He was hers. All hers. His cock twitched, and his grip tightened in her hair.

  “Baby, you need to stop. I’m serious. I can’t—” His hips jerked. “Control, if—”

  With her middle finger, she gently stroked his perineum. The result was instantaneous, as his control snapped. With a firm grip, he held her head in place and worked his cock in and out of her mouth. She continued to swirl her tongue, and his gasps and moans pierced the silence, making her hot and slick with need.

  She released his balls and let her hand trail down her body pausing between her legs. She widened her legs allowing better access. She grabbed up the fabric of her dress, exposing the flesh of her thighs to the cooler air. Goose bumps appeared on her skin as her fingers trailed to her satin covered slick center. Gently, with her middle finger, she grazed the tight bundle of nerves with her finger and moaned as the shot of ecstasy spread through her body.

  “Jesus, Micha, I want to be the one who makes you come.” His body stilled, and he dragged in sharp ragged breaths. “Can I make you come? Can I touch you?”

  Micha released his stiff erection and shook her head slowly. “This is for you.” She teased him again with a flick of her tongue before sucking him back into her mouth.

  His release hit immediately. “Oh, shit, My— Fuck—”

  With a satisfied smirk, she licked him clean. She didn’t stop the soft strokes that kept him on the edge of bliss.

  With shaky hands, he dragged her up his body and kissed her. He devoured her mouth, not like a man who had just had an orgasm, but like one who wanted to have another. “You are a very naughty little witch, you know that?”

  She smiled. “Thank you. I try.”

  “You’re going to kill me.” When he stroked a thumb over her bottom lip, his cock twitched against her body.

  Oh wow, ready so soon? “At least you’ll have fun on the way to meet your maker.”

  He met her gaze with a blatant, sexual challenge reflecting in his eyes. “Well, I have something fun for you.”

  “Yeah, I can feel that.”

  With rough hands, he yanked up the fabric of her dress. “I don’t have any condoms, so I’m going to taste you for now.”

  She shook her head. “No. I want you. I’m on the pill.”

  He kissed her again, his tongue sliding against hers, sucking on hers. Drawing it into his mouth. Gently, he turned her around. As his body melded against hers and his cock nudged her backside, he whispered into her ear, “Brace your hands against the hood of the car.”

  She shivered as she did what she was told. Caleb reached under her skirt and hooked his fingers into her panties. As he yanked them down to her knees, he whispered, “You are so fucking beautiful. And hot.”

  Micha bit her bottom lip. The things he could make her feel, the things he could make her want. It scared her, it excited her. “Don’t forget naughty.”

  He heard his sharp intake of breath behind her. “Is that what you want, My? You want another spanking?”

  Did she? Her body immediately softened. “I—”

  The light smack on her ass had her shuddering. Her body slickened even more, and she rocked her hips. She was so desperate to come, so close already, if he would just—

  He spanked her again.

  “Fuck, Caleb, please,” she hissed.

  “I thought you weren’t into BDSM?” he asked, sounding a little bemused. “I didn’t think you could get any wetter.”

  “I’m not, I need you to touch me. I don’t care how.”

  He leaned over her body. “It’s okay, baby, I have what you need.” He aligned his cock to her cleft. “Are you sure about this, sweetheart? I’m what you want?”

  She writhed. “Yes. God. Fuck me. Yes.”

  Caleb sank into her to the hilt, and she dropped her forehead to the car’s hood. God, he felt so good. Exactly what she needed. But she needed him to…move.

  Caleb slid in and out in a steady rhythm. His hands reached under her and stroked her breasts through the fabric of her dress. His thumbs circled her nipples, and she whispered his name.

  As he entered and retreated, he whispered nonsense words in her ear, and all the while, his cock worked her G-spot. The tingling in her toes spread slowly throughout her body, threatening to consume her and render her unable to think.

  “Micha, you feel so good. I love being inside you. I could stay like this all day.”

  Her orgasm teased her, a hair out of reach, taunting her with every slide of his dick against the raised bundle of nerves. “Caleb, please, I need—”

  As he increased his pace, he said the one thing that had the power to send her over the edge. “You can let go, baby. I’m here to catch you. I love you...I love you...I love you...”

  Her release slammed into her with enough force to leave her shaking as it rolled through her body. As her core clenched and unclenched around him, he thrust into her twice more before roaring and following her into oblivion.

  Chapter 25

  “Hey, where are we going?” Micha sat up in the passenger seat as Caleb took the 110 toward Santa Monica instead of the 5 toward San Diego.

  “I wanted to make a stop first. Or were you in a hurry to get back?”

  She smirked and crossed her arms. “Considering we took the time to, erm, communicate more clearly, I’m in no hurry to get back. As long as I’m back in a couple of days for the wedding.”

  That was good news. He didn’t know how long this errand would take. For three days he’d debated telling her that he’d found her birth mother. He had no qualms about hacking the adoption records. Yeah, they were there to protect people who weren’t ready to have their identities revealed, but he could give a shit about that. If it would make her smile or give her a measure of peace, he’d break all kinds of laws.

  Man, he had it bad. It didn’t escape him that she still hadn’t said she loved him. But he didn’t care. She needed time, and what he’d said was true. He wasn’t going anywhere. He had a feeling he’d be telling her that for a long time to come, but it didn’t matter. She was giving him a shot and that was all he gave a shit about.

  “We have to make a quick stop, then we’ll head back. Unless you want to stay overnight.” He winked at her.

  Micha shook her head and laughed, her ringlets falling around her shoulders. “You’re a machine. I swear, that second one should have
put you on your ass. How are you still awake, let alone functioning?”

  “Baby, I think you underestimate how sexy you are. You could literally raise the dead.”

  “Or you’re some kind of sexual superhero.”

  “I’ll take that.” He pulled off the freeway onto the exit for Silverlake. Following the GPS directions, he navigated to a tidy craftsman house off the main drag of shops and cafes.

  She frowned briefly. “What, you came all the way to Silverlake to get a coffee? I mean Arabica does have some of the best coffee in Los Angeles, but it’s not good enough to brave L.A. traffic for.”

  He wasn’t sure how she was going to take it. Maybe she’d be pissed that he’d butted in. Maybe she’d be happy. There was no way of telling with her. He’d invaded her privacy, yes. But he’d done it to give her something she wanted. He parked the car and reached into the back seat for the file he’d brought along.

  Pointing at the craftsman and the thin, black woman pulling up weeds in the garden, he said, “That is Helen Anderson. Thirty years ago, she gave birth to a baby girl. She and her fiancé kept the baby for six months. Then she lost her job as a seamstress, and her fiancé died in a car accident. Her mother had died when she was nineteen, and she had no family. She put her baby girl up for adoption.”

  Micha’s hands shook as she stared at the woman. “H-how?”

  Caleb cleared his throat. “Esteban is a hacking whiz and excels at research. He dug up the information, then we started asking questions.”

  Eyes brimming with tears, she asked, “Why did you do this?”

  He considered telling her he loved her again, but kept that to himself. “You seemed so frustrated and sad. I wanted to help.”

  She gave him a sad smile before turning her attention back to the woman in the yard. “Still trying to make me smile, Atkins?”

  “Something like that.”