pure pleasure of his mouth on me and his fingers fucking me that I don’t care how much it hurts. So close, I rock my hips to get to that sweet point, wanting the release of all that’s been pent up inside me.
With one last flick of his tongue, I see fireworks behind my eyes and suck hard on his finger as I come with abandon like I’ve never done before. I cry out in pure ecstasy, and Cade rides each wave of my orgasm, his mouth and tongue lapping against me and creating new aftershocks one after another.
Finally, I wriggle out from under his hold when I can’t take it anymore. “I think you’re going to kill me if you keep going.”
He lifts his head and licks his lips. With one of his wicked smiles, he sighs and says, “Just as sweet as I thought. Like heaven.”
“Did you get some kind of specialized training or something in that? I think you might be a master at it,” I say and feel my cheeks heat up.
Cade instantly notices and points up at me. “I love that you’re turning red right now. I was just between your legs eating your pussy, but asking me that question makes you blush.”
I cover my face, embarrassed at my body’s need to do that. “Is there anything you can’t do?”
He climbs up onto the bed next to me and pries my hands away so I can’t avoid seeing him. “I can’t make things like you do. I’m afraid I’m going to have to live with just being a sex god.”
“Oh, so now you’re a sex god? Such an ego, Cade March. Pretty cocky.”
With a wink, he says, “It’s not cocky if it’s true. Then it’s just facts. Just wait until next time. You’ll see.”
Disappointment tears through me. We’re not doing anything more?
“Next time? Is this time over?”
He sighs and nods. “Yep. That phone call put a definite end time to this date, but I promise the next one will go as long as you want.”
I try to imagine that and smile. “As long as I want?”
With one of those wicked smiles, he nods. “I promise. I’ll go as long as you want me to.”
When I first met Cade, I had a sense he was one of those men I should be afraid of. I was wrong in one sense, but in another very real way, I should be afraid. Any man this charming and this good with his tongue to make you want more of him that his leaving early disappoints you is a very dangerous man.
And if I’m not careful, I’m going to fall madly in love with him, no matter how much I don’t want to.
Chapter Sixteen
Cade
When I walk into Club X three hours late, I’m happy with what happened with Hailey tonight and pissed I had to cut short our night together. Sort of a mixed blessing, except I didn’t get to come and I’m putting the blame on my father for that.
Blue balls, courtesy of your family. That’s some shit I’m going to need a therapist for, no doubt.
The place is packed, as usual, and the crowd in front of the main bar downstairs looks like it’s about to crush Cici and Cam. The newest bartenders, from what I gathered from my conversation last month with my father, they don’t seem to have matured well behind the bar in the past few weeks. She looks practically dumbstruck trying to serve the next customer, and he appears to have a single speed.
Slow.
Like turtle slow. In a club like this one, that shit doesn’t play. Not for long, anyway.
I see the legendary Stefan March come out of his office, look around, and set his eagle-eyed gaze on me, and I know he wants to talk. He always wants to talk. You’d think my interest in getting behind the bar to help his newbies would overrule his need to lecture me about being late, but I can tell by the disgruntled look on his face as he weaves through the crowd that he’s in a talking mood.
Or maybe a yelling mood.
“Cade, I want to talk to you,” he says when he gets about three feet away from me.
I point toward his hapless workers and say, “Can we do this after I rescue those two? They’ve got a line three people deep and ten people long wanting drinks. Who’s setting up your shifts here these days? Whoever it is, they need to be retrained or