The Troublemaker - Cathryn Fox Page 0,36

together, each chasing pleasure. His finger finds my clit and that’s it for me. I let go, come all over his cock, and he pushes my hair from my face, his lips on mine as he releases with me.

The toy buzzes beside me, the sound a little muffled by our fast breaths. I turn to see my vibrator, and nearly laugh hysterically. Not because any of this is funny. It’s not. It’s just that my favorite toy will never be enough for me again. Not after Cason.

Damned if that doesn’t pose a big freaking problem.

11

Cason

The rustling beside me pulls me awake, and I open one eye and then another. A smile spreads across my face as I watch a naked Kinsley, try to sneak from her bed. It’s funny because it’s usually me sneaking away before the break of dawn, but I’m married now, so to speak, and in no hurry to go anywhere.

Last night in her bed, she played games with me, touching herself, showing me another side of herself, a private one. I can’t even put into words what that was like for me. I honestly don’t remember sex ever being so good, so deeply intimate.

Fuck, man, I could get used to this.

I shake my head. What the hell am I saying? We’re together so she can get her trust fund and get her life in order. I’m in it for the sex and tacos, and Cole’s rare car is the cherry on top. Honestly, he’s the one who pushed for the bet, and I’m not sure why, but his car has nothing to do with me wanting to last thirty days. I want to help her. I like her. A lot.

“Where are you going?”

She jumps and spins when she sees me, her hand on her chest. “How long have you been awake?” she asks, her palm pressed to her chest. I hold my hand out, reach for her, needing her naked body next to mine, almost desperately.

“Long enough to see you trying to sneak away.”

“I wasn’t sneaking away,” she says. “I have to go to work.”

I wave my fingers, gesturing for her to come to me. “As nice as that sounds, Cason, I have to go. Kat isn’t feeling well, so I need to get all the prep work done myself.”

I toss the covers off. “No you don’t.”

She puts one hand on her hip. “Oh, you’re going to help me?”

“Of course, I am Mrs. Kinsley Callaghan. Isn’t that what good husbands do?”

“I see you’ve shortened my last name to just yours.”

“It was kind of long.” That might be true, but maybe I just like hearing my last name attached to her first name, no measure of distance between them. Although if she wants the joint name, I’m okay with that, too. My God, what am I saying? None of this is real. “A bit of a mouthful, don’t you think?”

As soon as those words spill from my lips, her gaze drops, takes in my early morning boner. I laugh. “My God, you are such a sex addict.” I take my cock into my hand and she groans. “This is the first thing you think of when I say mouthful.”

“Yeah, it’s bad,” she says and we both burst out laughing. “As much as I’d like…” she moves her finger in a circle over the mussed up bed. “to do all this again, I really do need to go.”

“All right. Let’s do this,” I say searching the floor for last night’s clothes. “We’ll have to stop at my place. I need to change.”

“Cason, you don’t have to help me. Besides, what do you know about cooking? You’re a hockey player.”

I step up to her, put my hands on her arms and rub gently. “I actually know a lot, Kins. Nina and I…we had to fend for ourselves a lot. My parents were pretty absent in our lives. I mean they loved us and supported us, but they were both investment bankers with busy jobs that kept them at the office for hours. Nina and I did a lot of the cooking. She was better at it than me, but I definitely know how to help out.”

A sadness moves over her face. “I didn’t know that, Cason. I’m sorry they weren’t more involved in your life.”

“It’s okay, we both turned out fine.”

She frowns like she’s not so sure about that, and maybe she’s right. Maybe I didn’t turn out fine, considering I can’t do relationships, can’t really express myself properly.

“Do