letting him know just how good it would feel when he got inside her.
When she finally came down, he gathered her in his arms and stood up from the couch. His voice had an edge. “Which way to your bedroom?”
With a sly smile, she waved her hand. “Oh, no. I’m good now, thanks. I think I’ll just crash here and watch TV.”
Yep, still as sassy as ever.
“We’ll see about that,” he growled.
She squealed in surprise when he shifted her in his arms and hauled her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry—business skirt and heels and all.
They passed by a den before entering what was obviously the master bedroom, given the four-poster, king-sized bed that was adorned with cream silk bedding and numerous pillows. Without discussion, he dropped Brooke onto it.
She put her hands down to steady herself and stared up at him in disbelief. “You did not just literally carry me in here over your shoulder.”
“Oh, but as we saw, Ms. Parker, I just did.” He got rid of his shirt, not wasting any time, then undid his zipper and kicked off the rest of his clothes. He stood before her, naked and hard as steel. “Move to the edge of the bed.”
The teasing look was back in her eyes. “You seem very ornery again.”
“Brooke,” he said warningly.
The little minx just smiled.
She pushed her shirt off her shoulders and tossed it to the floor, then slid two high-heeled legs off the bed. She walked over to him and brushed her hands over his bare chest. “Maybe I can do something to change that.” Without further discussion, she got down on her knees and took him into her hot, wet mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned. He threaded his hands into her hair and tried not to explode right there.
Play-action pass. Bootleg. End-around. Quarterback sneak. Christ, this woman is blowing my mind.
He looked down and watched as the sexiest, smartest, most confident woman he’d ever met licked her tongue across the throbbing head of his erection.
It was the hottest moment of his life.
“Stroke your hand up and down,” he told her in a guttural voice. He felt something raw tug at him, a primal need to make her his. He watched as she swirled her tongue over the head, then eased him further in and sucked. “Just like that. Take more of me, Brooke.” She went deeper still, then moved her mouth over him. He closed his eyes, letting his hands fall to his sides as she used her lips, tongue, and mouth to bring him right to the brink.
He stopped her before he went all the way over. “Come up here.”
She slid her hands up his body as she got to her feet. Her eyes widened as he guided her backward until she was trapped against the bed. He turned her around so that she faced it.
“You remember when we met, how you told me off in your office? Ever since then, I’ve wanted something.” He smoothed his hands up her legs and pushed up her skirt. With one sharp tug, he ripped her lacy thong and tossed it to the floor. “You at my mercy.”
He heard the excited catch of her breath and bent his head to murmur in her ear. “Good thing you still have those heels on.” He grabbed his jeans off the floor, and removed a condom from his wallet. He rolled it on, then slid his hand up her legs and pushed up her skirt over her bare ass, exposing her to the cool air.
He palmed one of her butt cheeks, and she gasped and exhaled unsteadily.
She wasn’t being sassy now.
In fact, judging from the quick rise and fall of her chest, Cade would hazard a guess that Brooke Parker of Sterling Restaurants was quite turned on right then. “Put your hands on the bed.”
She did so, the raised bed making it so that she only had to bend a little. He gripped his cock in his hand and pushed the head into her—the high heels gave her just enough height to make this work—then he grabbed her hips and slowly eased into her.
Cade sucked in his breath as her slick passage clenched tight around him. He heard Brooke gasp and immediately stilled. “I’ll stop if it’s too much.”
She shook her head. “No . . . I’m good.” She arched her hips back. “Really good.”
He clenched his jaw, and began to thrust slowly, moving in and out of her in a smooth glide. After a few