Page 80 of The C Agreement

I lifted my chin. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t want you to touch me.”

He reached me. “Liar.” He was so close that I could feel his breath on my lips. “And I bet if I touched your pussy right now, it would be wet for me.”

“I don’t think—”

His hand went around my throat, and his eyes landed on mine. “No more talking. Let’s find out, shall we?”

I nodded, not looking away.

“Take off your pants.”

Swallowing hard, I pushed my bottoms off my hips and butt. Since I couldn’t move my upper body, I widened my legs and shimmied to get them to fall the rest of the way.

Cade placed his big foot in between my ankles. “Step out.”

I pulled each foot from the confines of my pants, and he kicked them off to the side.

“Undo mine.”

It took me a second as I fumbled for the front of his jeans since I couldn’t look down, but it only heightened my senses, and I felt his hard stomach and thick cock straining behind his zipper. As soon as I had his pants open, I wrapped my palm around his girth.

He grunted and rocked his hips forward and back as I stroked him with my fist.

With his free hand, he lifted my leg under the knee and set it on the table I kept by my door. I was barely tall enough, and my eyes widened as I pictured myself falling to the floor.

“I got you,” he murmured and dragged his hand down my thigh to my cleft. He brushed the seam and shoved two fingers inside my pussy.

I cried out and instinctively clamped my inner muscles down.

“So nice. So tight.”

I squeezed again, my orgasm already close.

Ripping his hand away, he growled, “I don’t think so. For the rest of the week, you don’t come unless my dick is inside your cunt. No coming from sucking me off and no coming when I eat your pussy.” He smiled wickedly. “Unless you ride my face.”

“You bastard,” I whispered.

“But I’m your bastard,” he said, sliding his shaft through my folds and thrusting inside me.

My heart squeezed at his words, and I held tightly to his sides as he worked me over, stroke after stroke. My leg began to shake, and my eyes slid closed.

His hand tightened on my throat. “Eyes on me, Rayne.”

Forcing them wide, I stared at him as he continued to pound into me until the pressure built and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I want you to come, baby. All over my cock. Soak me.”

Crying out, I detonated, shaking so hard that I almost lost my footing. Cade released my neck to wrap his arms around me as he drove in deep one last time, spilling inside me.

My goal to make the rest of the month about sex had already failed because I felt more connected to him than ever.

So, on Tuesday, when I received a call from Hugh, asking if I wanted to go on a date this coming weekend, I said yes.

TWENTY-NINE

CADE

Shovingmy arm under my head, I looked over at Beau from my spot where I was sprawled out on his couch.