Cayla stepped over the threshold. She tried to think of something to say, but when she turned back to the door. It was closing in her face. She took a step towards it just to hear it lock on the other side.
She knew Dex well enough to know he was done talking to her for that moment.
“Let me make sure I heard you correctly,” Kalilah declared around bites of cake. “You showed up to his house after a long week and a somewhat bad day at work. He had a full course meal already cooked, including this cake. He fed you, gave you a bath while he massaged your scalp to help you relax…”
Kalilah paused for effect before she continued. “Then he Ice Cubed your ass…”
“Ice Cubed?” Cayla asked confused.
Kalilah nodded and sung some lyrics from “Today Was a Good Day.” “He screwed you to sleep. Then you woke up this morning to him cooking one of your favorite breakfasts?” Kalilah took another bite of cake. “That bastard! I can totally understand why you’re here.”
Cayla rolled her eyes at her sister’s thick sarcasm.
“No. Really…why in the hell are you here! If it were me…”
“Yeah. I know,” Cayla cut her off. “You would still be there eating breakfast.”
“Off his fucking abs,” Kalilah added with a point of her fork.
Cayla groaned and crossed her legs on her sister’s bed. Kalilah was still perched at the top with the pillows behind her as she rested against the headboard. She’d claimed she was too comfortable to get up, so Cayla folded and braved the entry into her “sex den.”
Before Cayla could respond, Nick emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel that barely covered his assets. Hot damn. He was completely unaware of her presence because he had a towel covering his head as he dried his hair. Cayla was momentarily stunned by his half nakedness. Dex was a little thicker than Nick, but the hard-chiseled body, with an impressive outline of his member was the same. Nick’s gray eyes peeked up from under the towel and mop of dark brown hair.
A year ago, Nick would have yelped and ran back into the bathroom, but this Nick smiled seductively and winked before turning to retrieve his clothes from the dresser. Cayla took in his defined back and muscular ass. Damn. Now, she really missed Dex.
“I told you. The Sinclair genes should be bronzed,” Kalilah mused, bringing Cayla back from the hot thoughts she was having about Dex. “And, now you know why I keep losing my clothes.”
Nick laughed and returned to the bathroom to get dressed. Cayla took advantage of the lighter mood and high-fived her sister.
“Seriously. Go back. Tell him you were tripping and go have an orgasm-filled weekend.”
Cayla shook her head. “It’s not that easy. First, he’s at work now according to Instagram. Second, everything seems too intense.”
“It’s called good sex, Cayla. You said three songs. Even if I was being generous and made each song five minutes long, he’d still managed to give you three orgasms and put you to sleep within fifteen minutes! If that’s not beast mode, I don’t know what is.”
Kalilah was pensive for a moment. “What were the songs?”
Cayla sighed. “Well, it was the rock version of “Sweet Dreams.”
“Marilyn Manson,” Kalilah supplied. She was far more versed in the music other than R&B.
“I recognized the guy’s voice, so it was Red Hot Chili Peppers. I don’t know the song title. He said ‘oh’ a lot. And something about something being revealed.”
Kalilah thought for a moment and pulled out her phone. She was a big RHCP fan when they were younger, so if anyone knew the song it was her. Cayla stiffened when the song started to play.
“It’s called “Don’t Forget Me,” Kalilah said pointedly.
Cayla didn’t know why, but the title made her feel worse about how she’d left.
“And the third?” Kalilah requested.
“Um…I remember feeling the beat before I heard it. It something about an angel. It had a lot of crazy, sexy beats.”
“Man or woman singer.”
“I believe male, but higher pitch.”
Kalilah started typing. She started a song but fast forwarded it. It came in on the “love you” chant, and Cayla’s whole body heated. She nodded.
Kalilah smirked. “Massive Attack’s “Angel.” Nice. These are some good songs. Go surprise him at work with a blow job.”
“Kalilah! I will do no such thing. I need time to think. You took time to think with Nick. Did you or did you not run off to San Francisco after he blew your mind?”
Kalilah scrunched up her face at the memory. “That was different. Besides, you should learn from my mistakes. You keep pushing Dex away for something he has no control over.”
“No, I’m not,” Cayla protested weakly.
“Oh, really? So, if Dex was black would you be here right now?”
Cayla opened her mouth and closed it again. She had no idea.
“That’s what I thought. It’s okay to like the unexpected.”
“Then why did you run from Nick so much?”
Kalilah sighed and put the empty plate on the night stand. “Because I liked Nick despite his sourpuss attitude. When I got to know him, fell almost instantly. By the time we got around to having sex, I was already ridiculously in love with him. I’d thought he only wanted sex. I kept leaving to hide the fact that I was so in love with him that the thought of him not loving me back hurt like hell.”
“Aww, baby,” Cayla heard Nick say from behind her. She turned to see him staring at Kalilah with a combination of love and heat. “I didn’t know…” he confessed as he stepped towards the bed.
Cayla jumped up because it was obvious her presence was forgotten. She powerwalked out of the bedroom and closed the door because she knew if she would have lingered, she would have been an unwilling participant in a threesome. A moan from the other side of the door confirmed her suspicion. Cayla scoffed to herself. Newlyweds.
Cayla studied her situation and came to a conclusion. She may not be closer to love, but she knew where to find hot sex. She felt a little lighter. So what if she cried? He didn’t appear to be holding it against her. Cayla vowed to keep her emotions to herself. She let herself out of the Sinclair residence after liberating her breakfast from the bag on the table.
Chapter 20
Dex eased into his office after the brunch rush died down. He opted to place himself in the kitchen, so he could work and take his mind off Cayla. She was a conundrum. How could she come to his house broken and vulnerable, ask him to make love to her, give him the most incredible sex of his life, and then turn into a stranger in the morning?
Dex hated being used, and he couldn’t help but feel like that was exactly what Cayla was doing. He was doing the giving and rarely received anything in return. Hell, sometimes a simple “thank you” would suffice. Dex refused to compare her to the last woman who had left him alone and confused.
Dex irritation rose as he took a drive down memory lane.
Iris appeared to be such a sweet woman. They’d met in Costa Rica while she was vacationing with friends. He was immediately drawn to how her black hair contrasted with her big blue eyes. She appeared to be demure and innocent; she would blush when he looked at her.
He’d rearranged his whole schedule just to see her. She was witty and intelligent. They could talk about any and everything with ease. Dex was getting excited about the possibilities thinking she could be the one. After spending a few days together things escalated physically. She’d begged him to make love to her, and he ensured he’d given her as many orgasms possible in one night.
When he found her the next day, she was wearing a ring that he’d never seen before and was attached to a man he’d never met. She’d found him later that night to tell him that she belonged to her fiancé and he was nothing but a good time. Her fiancé was the only man she’d ever fucked, and she needed to know what it was like to have someone else before she committed herself for life.
When he
’d pointed out that he was a person with feelings, she laughed and told him he was a rich playboy who was only good for a one-night stand. Not husband material. Dex wanted to argue with her. He wanted to show her how wrong she was about him, but he’d realized it was pointless. He didn’t owe her anything. Plus, based on the way she screamed his name the night before, she would be forever disappointed by her husband.
Dex shook away the memory. He needed to set boundaries and expectations for Cayla. He pulled out a pen and notepad to jot down his rules for moving forward with Cayla, but someone knocked on the door before he could pen his first thought.
He growled out his frustration and swore under his breath. Dex vowed to fire Daniella if she was on the other side of his door.
“Come in,” he bit out. He should have stayed home. He’d told the staff he had paperwork and didn’t want to be bothered for at least an hour. He started to write; he heard the door open but didn’t look up from his paper. Dex needed to figure out this Cayla thing.
“What?” he grumbled to the intruder, not bothering to look up.
Dex stared at the paper, and item number one read “Love me.” He grimaced and balled it up. Where the fuck did that come from? He started to write again when he saw pink stilettos in his peripheral view. Can’t be…
His eyes wandered up her bare ankles, shins, knees, and most of her thigh before it clashed with the white hem of a short but flowing dress. There were buttons in the middle that traveled the way up to her cleavage. Her soft hair flowed freely around her shoulders, and her makeup was a little more sultry than usual. His groin instantly tightened in his pants, but his irritation also rose. He hated how she could show up after being an ass, and he’d be quick to forgive before she even spoke.
“What do you want, Cayla?” He clenched his jaw when her eyes said him.
“To talk to you. To apologize for the way I left.”
“I’m working.,” Dex lied. He had to find a way to stay mad.
“I got you something.” He noticed the package in her hands for the first time.
“Look, you can’t just show up with fruit every time…”
“It’s not fruit,” she interrupted. She placed the package on his desk and reached for his hand. “Stand up.”
“Why?” Her scent was weakening his resolve.
“Dex. Let me apologize, and I’ll be out of your hair. You won’t have to see me unless you want to see me. Deal?”
Dex sighed and stood up. He eyed her with his hands on his hips.
“Close your eyes.”
“Cayla...” Dex huffed.
“Dex. Just do it.” He sighed again before cooperating. “Good. Don’t move.”
Dex tensed when she grabbed his belt. “Trust me,” she whispered.
Dex zoned out and started thinking about a recipe he wanted to perfect to allow her time to get to the point of her visit without him snapping. He was three seconds before mixing the dry ingredients together with the wet ones when he felt cool air on his cock.
Dex ripped his eyes open to find Cayla kneeling on a pillow, her dress unbuttoned to display her naked breasts, and her mouth zeroing in on his cock.
“Wha- Ohhh.” Too late. She’d slid him inside her warm mouth. “Mmm,” he moaned when she started to slide her mouth and hand up and down his shaft.
Dex’s resolve was murdered. Cayla looked up at him with big innocent hazel eyes while she performed the naughtiest thing she’d ever done to him. The combination was beyond arousing. Each stroke awakened a bolder side of her. Her grip tightened, her sucks intensified, and the length she was taking deepened. Dex grabbed the side of his desk for support. All his anger and frustration were replaced with lust.
He reached for one of her golden breasts and teased and kneaded it while she pleasured him. She moaned on his cock, intensifying the pleasure she was already giving him. She popped him out of her mouth and continued to stroke him with her hand. Her mouth moved lower and sucked his sac into her mouth.
Dex loved how it felt to be stroked by her, but he wanted her mouth. He grabbed her hair and silently urged her to continue. He shuddered when her tongue licked the underside of his cock. She stopped to tease his head with the tip of her tongue, toying with the sensitive area. Dex squeezed his eyes shut when she swirled her tongue around his head. It felt so good it hurt. He needed relief. He was seconds from begging when Cayla’s hot mouth sucked him in until his tip hit the back of her throat.
“Ahhhh,” he moaned helplessly. She pulled back and sucked him in again slowly. He felt her lips and tongue caress every inch until he hit the back of her throat again. She pulled back again and paused with her mouth open for him. His eyes locked with her big ones; she was giving him permission to take control.
Dex didn’t hesitate to take advantage of the opportunity. He gripped the side of her head and slid into her mouth slowly; he paused when his tip touched the back of her throat and watched her as he pushed further. He bit his lower lip to keep from yelling in pleasure as his head slid down her throat. He was buried to the hilt in her mouth, and it was bliss. He retreated and pushed back in again picking up speed with each thrust. To his surprise, Cayla took him like a pro; his blood boiled with lust.
He pumped faster with more shallow thrusts, his movement becoming jerkier the closer he got to his orgasm. He moaned deep when Cayla took over again, stroking him harder with each slurping pass. “Mmm. Honey, I’m gonna cum,” he gritted out while trying to retreat.
Dex was surprised when Cayla gripped his ass with her free hand to hold him in place. She continued the same pace and pressure until his cock shuddered a warning. She sucked him deep again, and his orgasm ripped through him. Cayla pushed his tip back down her throat until he was done.
She slipped his softening cock out of her mouth and licked her lips. Dex stood there stunned as she pulled his pants and underwear back into place as she rose. He eased into his chair, not trusting his legs. Cayla lifted her dress, allowing him to watch as she slid off her lacy panties. She placed them in his hand. They’re soaked. She pulled a new pair out of her purse and shimmied into them. Then, she adjusted the bodice of her dress, removing her beautiful breasts from his view.
Dex moaned to himself, he could still see her erect nipples under the material. He was so weak from his orgasm, he couldn’t command himself to move. He wanted to grab her and make her cum hard, but she was not moving within grabbing distance.
“Come here.” He meant it to be an order, but it sounded more like a plea.
Cayla had him confused and disoriented. He would have lost money if someone bet him that Cayla would do something so bold and sexy. That was one hell of apology. He’d consider being mad at her more often.
“No,” she denied. Her breathing was still slightly labored from her arousal.
“Your pussy needs me,” he countered with a little more composure.
He watched as her eyes darkened more towards green, but she remained rooted. “It’s not about me right now.” With that, she turned on her heel and marched out of his office leaving him as alone as he was when she’d arrived.
Dex looked around the office just to be sure he didn’t imagine it. Nope. Her wet panties still rested in his palm. He threw them next to the package on his desk. He refocused his attention on it, his curiosity spiked. If that was her apology, then what was in the package? He ripped the small box open and retrieved two envelopes. One was a standard letter envelope and the other was padded. Dex opened the letter first.
Hello Dex,
I’m sorry for acting like an ass this morning. I can’t promise that it won’t happen again, but I can promise it won’t happen the rest of my time off (Sat-Tue). I can also promise that my door will be unlocked at 8 PM tonight; however, I can’t promise I’ll be naked since I just might be wearing one of the options in the other envelope.
XOXO,
Cayla
Dex threw down the letter and grabbed the padded envelope. The adhesive wasn’t opening fast eno
ugh; he yanked his scissors out of his drawer and cut the top off. He shook the contents into his hands. Pictures. Each sheet was a collage of Cayla in a different type of lingerie. The first picture was a white lace teddy. Very nice, especially the pose of her standing with one leg bent in a chair with her juicy ass facing the camera. But, it wasn’t naughty enough for him. The next was a soft pink bra and panty set. It was completely see-through. Dex’s dick throbbed as he stared at his favorite pose of the collage: Cayla sitting in a chair. She was biting her bottom lip and her eyes simmered with arousal. Her back was arched like she was offering her breasts. The visible taut peaks teased him. Dex’s eyes moved down the photo. He groaned at the image. Her hands rested on her knees and her legs were spread wide open – he could see her puffy lips below the thin material.
Dex stood up and paced around his office giving himself a moment to cool down. He was ready to chase her down and make her scream his name, and he wasn’t done looking at the pictures. She was clearly turned on in the pictures. He imagined Cayla getting herself off with his replica when she finished the pictures. Dex took a few breaths and returned to the photos. The next was a red baby doll night gown. The torso area was sheer but it was also the tamest outfit so far. He’d love to see her in it, but wasn’t naughty enough for him either. He moved to option number four, and his heart froze. This was it. That’s the one he wanted. The black lace cropped, strapless corset was sexy and so was the barely-there black lace thong, but the black garter belt attached to the thigh high stockings was what got him going.
He pressed down on his hardening cock to ease the pressure. It was so close to his dream that he wanted to leave work immediately. Find her, tell her to put it on, and then make her ride him hard. Instead, he pulled out his phone.
Dex: The black one. No panties. No corset.
Cayla: Does that mean you forgive me?
Dex: We’ll see at 8.
Chapter 21
Dex sped from his place to Cayla’s on two wheels. He’d done everything he could to occupy his thoughts until 8 PM. He’d done some paperwork, helped in the kitchen, went for a run, and masturbated. It still did nothing to soothe the lust bubbling in his blood. He jumped out of his SUV with the food he’d made and charged toward her door. He lingered on the porch long enough to take a deep, cleansing breath. He didn’t want to scare her with his intensity.
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