Her cheeks flare slightly, and I resolve to make her blush again later. But with something that requires a little more physical exertion.
“We need some terms and conditions, Mr. Knight, to avoid any exaggerated expectations,”she replies. She brushes her lips against mine, but then pulls way when I try to kiss her. Minx.
“The only term and condition I need is that I get to fuck you whenever, and wherever the mood strikes, and you of course have the same privilege.” “As appealing as that sounds, there are two other things I’d like to add.” “Anything,” I reply quickly.
“The first thing I want is exclusivity,” she pauses, waiting for my response. “I have no desire to share you with anyone for however long I get to have you.” I grin like a fool on the inside, knowing that Cassey could be possessive and jealous, but I keep my face relaxed.
“And the other condition?” I ask.
She sucks her lip into her mouth, a little more hesitant with this condition than she was with the last. “As soon as one of us start to feel more, we end it.” Her eyes regard me. After a beat, I reply, “That sounds fair, but I have a condition or two of my own.”
Cassey’s eyebrow quirks, and she folds her arms across her chest. “I never want to wake up without you next to me,” I say, gauging her reaction. When she says nothing, I continue, “And you’ll let me spoil you.” “Spoil me?”
“Yes. Flowers, chocolate, and what ever else I want.”
Her nose scrunches, and I slide my hands up her bare thighs. She stops my hands before I can reach her thong. “I’m not comfortable with that,” she tells me. “It’s going to feel like you’re paying me to sleep with you.”
I frown. “Well I’m not. You’re not a whore, Cass, and I have no intention of treating you like one.”
“Then why me? Why do you want this with me?”
Her insecurities flash in her bright green eyes, and I catch a glimpse of her fears.
“Because I like you,” I reply simply.
She smiles softly, and looks down, her long brown hair creating a curtain. “I like you too,” she says, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“You just like me for my body,” I tease. I sit up and wrap my arms around Cassey’s back, pressing her flush against my bare torso. The action causes her mouth drop open, and her chest rises in falls in a quick, steady rhythm. Cassey’s hands rest on my pecs, and she trails them down to my abs. My stomach tightens, and my breath hitches in my throat when her hands dip into my shorts. Her fingers deftly wrap around my now very hard cock, and she leans in until our lips brush.
“Well, Mr. Knight,” she breathes against my mouth. “I think no-strings-attached is a game I’d like to play after all.”
Hell. Fucking. Yes.
Chapter 9
~ Cassey ~
The bed dips beside me and I stir. The cool air coming through the balcony doors in Kyler’s bedroom travels over my skin, and my nipples pucker as the sheet covering me disappears. I feel Kyler’s body cover mine, and he threads our hands together, stretching them above my head. He’s woken me up like this several times in the last few days, and its only fitting that he does it on my last morning here.
“Morning,” Kyler murmurs. He nips at the skin above my breasts before sucking a nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the hard tip. I hum my appreciation, and then crack an eye open to see him grinning up at me. “Fiend,” I murmur sleepily.
He chuckles, letting go of my nipple with a ‘pop’ and then moves to the other one. I arch my back, and open my legs, allowing Kyler’s body to settle. When his erection touches my wet center through his boxer briefs, I can’t help but wince. Kyler frowns, asking, “Are you okay?”
I give him a lazy smile. “I’m more than okay,” I sigh. “Just a little… sensitive.” My cheeks warm, and I shiver in remembered pleasure as images of last night come back to me in vivid Technicolor. Kyler wasn’t exactly gentle with me last night, or every other night for that matter, but I’m not complaining. What he does to my body only aggravates my hunger for him, and has made me insatiable. The past few days with him have been…amazing… and while I was worried about adjusting to the nature of our tryst, I’ve found that it’s easier to accept it for what it is. Kyler makes it easy, and there’s nothing about it that makes me feel used, or like I’m using him. I’ve come to see a very different side to him, and the way the tabloids portray him is only a half truth. Sure, he’s the heir to the Knight Media fortune, and there have been many speculations that he’s only getting his father’s company because of his name, but what many people are not privy to seeing, is that he’s intelligent, and hard working. I’ve seen glimpses of the businessman he could so easily become, and there’s no doubt that he’ll make Knight Media the best it can be, while still upholding the longstanding legacy his father has built. I envy the woman who gets to stand beside him some day, knowing that in order to be worthy of him, she would have to be extraordinary in her own right. He’ll probably end up with someone with a social standing, someone with connections and stature. Someone I’m not.
My belly grumbles, and I giggle, trying to hide my face. Kyler lifts his head, and gives me the lopsided grin I’ve become familiar with.
“Is someone hungry?” he asks.
“Yes,” I reply. “You’ve tired me out, and now my body needs food.” His smile turns dark, and I quickly correct myself, “Actual food, Kyler, not…that.” Kyler pouts, and moves to hover over me on his hands and knees. “Food now, sex later,” he says. He regards me, slowly dragging his gaze down my naked body, and then back again.
It’s a gaze charged with raw sexual energy, but also appraisal. He likes what he sees. And I like that he likes it.
I press up onto my elbows, and press my lips to his, murmuring, “Sounds perfect.”
His tongue dips into my mouth, licking and sucking. I feel his arm snake around my back, and with no effort at all, he hoists us up so that I’m straddling him. He grabs a discarded shirt on the floor and slides over my body, buttoning it up in the front, but not before pinching my nipples. “Ow.” I slap him and he laughs, catching my hand to lay a kiss in the center of my palm.
“Sorry,” he shrugs, but I can tell he’s anything but sorry. “You know I love your tits.”
And that he does. He’s made that very clear on a number of occasions. I reach around his waist, and slip my hands into his boxer briefs to grab his butt.
“That’s good,” I reply, giving him a cheeky grin. “Because I happen to think you have a very sexy ass.”
“I know,” he grins. “You’ve left quite a few nail marks for me to find.” “Just a little reminder that I’ve been there.” I kiss his shoulder. “And here.” I kiss between his pecs. “And here.” I place a final kiss over his nipple. “And here.”
Kyler’s fingers rake through my hair. “I don’t need any reminders,” he kisses my mouth. “Of where you’ve been, baby. My body will never forget.” A heaviness settles over us, and we’re reminded that it’s my last day in Kyler’s apartment. I bite my lip, wondering how to ask Kyler where we go after tomorrow.