Accounting for Lust (2 page)

He cupped her face in his hands, running his thumb over her lower lip before he lowered his head. His warm lips caressed hers in a brief featherlight kiss. She wanted more. Her tongue darted over her lip, depositing moisture.

“I want to take it slow.” He pulled her against him. “But you’re driving me crazy.”

Her arms circled his neck. “Slow is overrated. We have the whole night.”

Her cheeks flamed. Did she really just tell him to move his ass? When did she become so bold?
So reckless?

He grinned. “I agree.”

He backed her against the marble top and his mouth found the sensitive crevice behind her ear. She clung to his shoulders as he lifted her onto the cold counter. Her shoes clattered on the tiles when he caught her lips in his. His tongue demanded entry. She obliged and lost all coherent thought.

When he broke the kiss, Cassie complained. His hands fumbled with the hem of her top and s
he lifted her arms
. When the garment joined the shoes on the floor, h
e hissed and Cassie moved to cover her ample breasts with her arms.

“Don’t.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “They’re perfect.”

Reverently he cupped the globes in his palms, testing their weight. The roughness of his hands against her smooth skin shocked her pussy into weeping.
His lips closed on a rosy peak and the nipple hardened. When his tongue circled the areole, Cassie squirmed, trying to curb the electrical currents running through her body.

“I want to see all of you.” His husky plea boosted her confidence. She nodded and offered no objection when her carried her to the bedroom. He lowered her to her feet at the edge of the bed and ripped the comforter off.

He started unbuttoning his shirt. “No, let me.”

Cassie’s fingers trembled as one by one button sprang free. Man, musk and need assaulted her nostrils, making her dizzy, weakening her knees. Hard planes of chest warmed her palms as she slipped the shirt over his shoulders. The muscle in his midriff jumped as she trailed a line of kisses down his stomach.

The buckle of his belt sprang free, but he caught her hand.

“My turn first.”

The skirt dropped to the floor and he lowered her to the bed. His hands caressed her waist and tucked at the lace thong. She lifted her hips.

Cassie writhed under his scrutiny and
excitement pooled in her belly. Somewhere in the dark recesses of her mind
,
a voice cried that she was playing with fire.
She wanted fire
, s
he silenced th
e
voice as he knelt next to the bed.

He
lifted her legs onto his shoulders and
stroked her calves,
raining kisses on her inner leg.
She sighed
as he nuzzled her inner thigh before burying his head
between her legs. Wave upon wave of
sensation washed over her as his tongue found her clit
, licking and suckling until her mind slipped into a vortex of pleasure
.

She fondled her breasts, kneading them and twitching the
hard peaks
of her tight nipples
, blazing a tunnel of need
to her core.
He
lifted her hips and slipped a finger inside her
pussy
. Bucking
against
his hand
,
she
begged for more. He replaced the one finger with two
, slipping them inside the wet, warm channel
. Scissoring and twirling the digits until
her breath caught in her throat. She lifted her
bottom
off the bed and pushed his fingers deeper
, riding them
.

“I want to taste you.” Was this really her voice?

He withdrew
his fingers, leaving her feeling strangely bereft.
Pants, boxers and shoes flew across the room. The bed beside her sagged and Cassie swallowed convulsively as he pressed his cock into her face.

Oh God, he was huge.
He grinned
as she clamped her hand around his organ.
“Like what you see?”

Managing a nod, she darted her tongue over the sensitive tip. His breath hissed out. Emboldened by his reaction she opened her mouth over him
, taking his as deep as she could
. Her teeth grazed him and she bit down gently. The salty taste of man increased the pressure in her pussy and she tilted her hips.
She stroked his balls as she licked him like her favourite ice cream.

“Enough.”

He scooted off the bed and fi
nally
,
she
heard the tear of foil
.
Then his
cock
demanded entry
against her
wet
opening. She held her breath
. Would she be able to take him? S
lowly
entered her
,
stretching her, filling
her until she feared she wouldn’t be able to accommodate him.

He held still for moment and the
muscles in her pussy
relaxed.
He withdrew his cock
slowly
and
her muscles hugged him tight, refusing to let him go. When he thrust into her again, Cassie was lost in a mindless pool of passion and ecstasy. With each stroke
,
she orbited further into outer space until there was nothing left but him pounding into her
.

Her fingers clawed at the sheets as he lifted her feet onto his shoulders, tilting her upwards and trusting deeper into her. Pleasure and pain
collided. She met him stroke for stroke, forcing his cock deeper into her. Faster. Harder. The only sounds in the room their panting and the gentle slapping of his testicles.

“I’m close,” she shrieked. “Harder. More.”

He captured her cry in his mouth as
she came, he
r body shuddering, contracting. Drifting in and out of consciousness, images of the muscles in his neck straining and a muffled cry, flashed through her mind. He stiffened, arched his back and found his own release
before he collapsed on top of her
.

His
weight
trapped her against the mattress. Covered her. Made her feel safe. When she let out a shuddering sigh, h
e rolled off her
, took care of the condom
and dragged her against him, spooning her legs with his. She drifted into a satisfied slumber with one heavy muscled arm circling her midriff.

Cassie woke with the sun blinding her through a slit in the curtains. She
squinted against the bright light
and stretched
. A cat with a full bowl of cream couldn’t be more content.
H
er f
oot connected with
a pair of hairy calves. Her body
was
tight and deliciously tender
. She never knew one night could hold so many
a
dventures.
She smiled as she tried to
calculate how many times they had made love during the night, but gave up.
They had
precious little sleep.

With dark stubble now more pronounced,
the man next to her
resembled a pirate.
Her own, darkly handsome and extremely sexy
,
fantasy pirate. A small scar ran from the corner of one eye to his ear and she stifled a giggle. Yep,
he was her personal pirate – complete with
battle s
cars
on
his shoulder and a slash
across
his face. He only needed a
n
eye patch to complete the picture.
Her own pirate
,
who understood
that sometimes you needed sex without saying a word, without meaningless conversation.
M
ost of all, without demanding anything else in return.

He started to stir and Cassie
catapulted into action. She didn’t need the morning after reminisce and preferred to keep the memory of their night, uncomplicated. Gathering her clothes
,
she
headed for the bathroom. The damp clothes grated
against
her skin, but she
had
to get out before he woke and broke the spell.

Peeking from the bathroom,
his bulky form sprawled across the bed. The sheet had slipped and
she allowed herself
a
moment of indulgence as she took in his
firm buttocks, muscular thighs and broad back. Suppressing a sigh and the strong stab of want raking her body, s
he
quietly
opened the door and slipped outside.
A couple of hours later she watched as the
tarmac fell away from the
plane bound for Johannesburg.
Her idyllic week
-
long holiday on the tropical island was over.

****

Hidden behind a palm tree, he watched her shut the door of the cabin. The camera clicked. Her rosy face bore evidence of passion. Just like her old man … their old man.

Anger
volcanoed
the bile from his stomach to his throat.
Graham Adams slept with every whore
on the African
continent,
including his mother,
but refused to acknowledge him as his son.
He laughed at him
-
s
hook him off like
fleas from a dog.
A mistake he paid for. He sneered. Not that anyone could pin
the old man’s demise
on him. The mighty
weapons
manufacturer succumbed to stress. Stress he made sure increased with every photo and every withdrawal he made from the company
accounts
.

He loved watching the old man squirm when the photos arrived or when the accountant reported the decrease of cash flow. All the while
,
he moved among them
- invisible
.
When he was done with the old man’s daughter, everyone would know him.

The man shoved the camera back into the bag, turned up the collar of his floral print shirt and strolled towards the airport. Excitement flared through him. He looked forward to play with little miss Adams.

T
en
months later

“That will be all gentleman.” Cassandra Adams
shuffled
the papers on the desk in front of her into a neat pile without taking her eyes off the
nine
men rising from the conference table. As they filed out of the room, muffled words drifted toward her.

“
Bitch
”, “
ice maiden
”, “
needs a man to put her in her place
.”

She remained ramrod
-
straight in her chair. The familiar descriptions lost its impact the third time she overheard them. She was here to save her father’s company, not make friends. Joshua Reed, her assistant and only friend,
hovered at the door
. He
closed
it
behind the other men,
h
is face a mask of concern.
Cassie stood and picked up the file in front of her.

“
What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re still worried about the stupid threat of yesterday.
”

Joshua shook his head, pulled a piece of paper from the pile on the table.
“Look at this and tell me
again
I’m paranoid.”

Cassie stared at the
contents
and paled. A photo of her, in her office, busy working late at night when no one was supposed to be near. She swallowed the fear
clogging her
throat.

She
shoved
it back at
Joshua. “We’ve been through this before.”

He
sidestepped her
.
“Look at the words.”

Cassie didn’t need to look again. She saw it all the first time. “
You’re Going to
Die … Bitch
”
,
bled in bold letters
over
the black and white
image.

Inhaling deeply she met Joshua’s eyes. “If I ran
for cover
every time someone felt I was too hard on them, I would never stop.” She
stepped around him
and lifted her head
. “This is not the first time and it probably wouldn’t be the last someone tried to scare me from the investigation. It just proves we
’re
getting close to finding the
missing funds
.”