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I wanted her in my arms, no matter what the cost.

Now.

"Just one thing…"

She pulled out her phone and set a timer for twenty minutes. I stared at her hungrily. I was going to do my best to make her ignore that timer when it went off.

I waited about two seconds after she nodded before scooping her up and carrying her to the couch. I wanted to lay the groundwork. I wanted to set the scene.

I wanted to knock her socks off.

She looked surprised as all get out when I leaned her horizontally across the couch.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhh…"

I held my finger to my lips and I pulled her shoes off. I kicked mine off with a grin. No need to get dirt on the sofa while I kissed the hell out of her.
 

I wasn't a damn barbarian after all.

Camille

He was a barbarian.

A rude, uncouth, animalistic brute.

But oh my goodness could the barbarian kiss.

I had been on the verge of protesting when he leaned over me, his blue eyes on my lips. I sighed as his warm lips brushed mine. He didn't pounce on me as I'd expected him to. But he did grip me firmly.
 

One hand on my hip, another on my shoulder. He was fully in control of me. I sensed that he needed that. I could not have gotten away unless he allowed it.

But I did not try to get away.

We had a gentleman's agreement. And I never welched.

After a few minutes of soft kissing, he eased my lips apart and slipped his tongue inside my mouth. He explored me slowly until I was gasping for air. Until I was arching up against him and whimpering. Until I wanted more.

I barely noticed as he advanced. First it was his fingers as they toyed with my nipples through my dress. Then it was his cock pressing between my legs through our clothes. I was rocking against him from the moment he fitted himself between my thighs. He growled and bit my ear as he lifted my leg to give him better access.

I moaned incoherently at the feel of him covering me. I felt like an animal, pressing and reaching and groping. He palmed my ass with his hand, pushing me into his enormous hard on.

From what I could tell, Cade Dupree had the largest cock I'd ever encountered.

And all I could think was that I wanted it inside me.

I whimpered as he started to grind into me rhythmically. He tugged my dress over my shoulders. He groaned as my breasts sprang free. I arched my back as his rough, hot palms closed over them.
 

I was losing my mind. My sense of where I was. Or even who I was.

I was just nerves and wants and needs.

And I needed this. Now.

His lips closed over my nipple and I nearly came off the couch at the hot wet feel of it. His tongue flicked against it as he drove into me. Harder now. Faster.

I heard him reaching down to undo his belt buckle. I wasn't going to stop him. I wasn't going to do anything but lay there and let him do whatever he wanted to me.

The timer went off.

It was like a cold bucket of water hitting me.

He lifted his head and we stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

"Turn that off."

His voice was raw. So deep and husky I was almost tempted to do what he asked.

The alarm beeped again and went silent. I knew it would go off again in a minute. I was so tempted… but no. This was too much. Too fast. He'd made me lose control.

And I hated him for it.

"No."

His eyes were full of disbelief as I shoved him off of me. He stared at me in shock as I pulled my limbs free. My heart was pounding as I sat up, tugging my dress back into place. My cheeks were flaming red.

"Cami…"

"Don't call me that."

He frowned.

"Camille. Don't do this…"

I stood up, staring down at him.

"I upheld my end of the bargain. I expect you to uphold yours."

His jaw was clenched but he nodded. I noticed he didn't bother to rebuckle his belt. He was too busy staring at me with what looked like profound regret.

"Is that all this was to you Camille? A game?"

I slipped my shoes back on.

"What else would it be?"

His jaw dropped. He looked almost… hurt. But that was impossible. Big men like him hit on everything that moved. They didn't get hurt by one woman rejecting them out of the masses. I certainly was not capable of hurting his feelings.

It was my own feelings I had to protect.

Caring about a man like Cade, even for an instant, was dangerous to my well-being. One thing was certain, I'd learned the hard way that I had to look out for myself. And I'd learned to do it well.

Maybe too well.

"Should I have your car brought around?"

He shook his head slowly.

"I'll call a cab."

I waited until he finally stood up and straightened his clothes. I walked him to the front door. He was looking at me strangely. As if I was an oddity on display in a glass box.

As if I was a stranger.

"I will have my team contact you with an itinerary tomorrow."

He nodded, still watching me as if he had no idea what I was going to do next.

Good.

Someone should keep him on his toes for once in his life.

"Goodnight Mr. Dupree."

"Goodnight Ms. Rivers."

Chapter Eight

Cade

I groaned as sunlight came streaming in through the hotel windows. I must have forgotten to close them when I got home last night. I'd been in a terrible mood. Angry. Confused. Horny as hell.

I was furious really.

Because of
her.

I rolled over onto my stomach. My cock was still hard. That heartless woman had left me high and dry and I
still
itched to touch her. I didn't just want to touch her either. I wanted to fuck her ever lovin' brains out.

Hell, I wanted to pound her into next Tuesday. Break the bed. Break the bed
rock.

Thank God it was Saturday. I was exhausted from tossing and turning all night. Plus, I had another appointment with Dr. Hand.

Knowing how ramped up I was, I might need another couple sessions with the good doctor. I needed a full damn workup if I was going to get my third leg to lay flat again any time soon. As it was, I looked like a damn tripod.

I reached into the bedside table for my silicon cock sleeve and a bottle of lube. It was the only way to survive in the middle of the ocean for months at a time. The damn thing sucked harder than one of the pumps back on the rig.

I needed to feel a hard tug on my Johnson. Thor had been neglected for too long. The big guy was begging for it. Even after rubbing one out last night after Camille kicked me out of her damn house!

I'd pictured her on the couch, begging me to turn off the alarm. Spreading her legs for me and offering me up that sweet little pussy of hers. I used my imagination to expand from there.

I was pretty sure it was waxed clean. She was just that kind of woman. Fancy assed and pristine. Manicured to a high sheen. I grimaced as I pushed my cock into the cool silicon sleeve.

This time I did something new. I imagined her on her knees. Oh yeah, that proud bitch was kneeling in front of me, licking her luscious red lips as she reached for my rod. I let her have it too, grasping her pretty head and pressing my cock in as far as it would go.

She slobbered all over my cock as I slowly pumped in and out of her willing mouth.

Fuck, that was nice. In my fantasy she was all horny and desperate for my cock but I wasn't going to give it to her. Not the way she really wanted it. This time, she could only taste.

And I was about to give her a whole hell of a lot to taste.

I flipped over, holding the sleeve against the mattress as I drove my cock into it again and again. The suction sounds it made as I went faster and faster nearly drove me over the edge. I was that close to popping my rocks.

My eyes were squeezed shut as I imagined fantasy Camille below me, begging me with her eyes.

She was staring up at me as her gorgeous mouth drooled all over my shaft. I felt my balls tighten as I released a load of hot sticky semen down her throat.
Fuck yeah…
I came and came, almost seeing her as she licked me clean, sure to get every single drop.

My balls pulsed as I imagined her sucking the tip, while she stroked out the last drops. Making sure I was drained.

Unfff.

I fell back on the bed, my cock still in the sleeve. That was very satisfying. Now I could face the day. Get some breakfast.

Figure out how to make that fantasy come true.

A sharp knock at the door made me lift my head. Someone had slid an envelope under the door. I forced myself to get up and clean up my spooge fest before I opened it.

Speak of the devil.

It was from
her.

I was staring at a schedule of charity functions for the team. Neatly typed rows that marched down the page and onto the next. There were a lot of them. And a lot of them were early in the morning.

There were dinners too.

But there was also stuff like 'carnival dunk tank' and 'dress like a clown'. I'd been imagining punishing her with a firm hand and a stiff cock. She'd been scheming to punish me with… this.

I picked up my phone and saw that my online calendar had been neatly filled in. I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh or curse. Either way, she'd definitely won this round.

More than the round. She'd beat me fair and square.

Damn if my dick wasn't hard again.

Camille

I lifted my arms, rhythmically slicing through the cool water. My face was turned towards the sun. My eyes were closed. I was thinking of nothing at all.

Or at least, I was trying to.

Left arm.

Cade's arms around me.

Right arm.

His lips on mine.

Kick. Kick. Kick.

I reached the edge of the pool and paused, catching my breath. I'd already swum twenty laps in the Olympic sized pool. I had a feeling I would need twenty or thirty more to get him out of my head. And I wasn't even sure that would work.

"Good morning Sunshine."

I wiped the water from my eyes and looked up. A large man was sprawled out on one of the chaise loungers, watching me. He had his hands folded behind his head. And he was between me and my towel.

Cade Dupree was here. Not just in my head. He was at my damn house.

Again.

He was intruding on even this. Exercise was my one true escape. He'd already invaded my thoughts. I scowled. What was next? My bed?
 

Actually, it was probably better not to answer that.

"Don't you have a house? Or are you a stray?"

He grinned at me.

"I prefer 'free range'."

I snorted and climbed the ladder. I was tempted to keep swimming and ignore him, but I knew he would just wait me out. Or worse yet, he might get in with me and try to keep pace.

I was just afraid he would come in the pool
without
his swim trunks. I sort of doubted he was wearing anything under his jeans. Judging from last night anyway…

The man was persistent, you had to give him that.

I walked over to get my towel but he snatched it up and settled it behind his head. Then he looked me over thoroughly.

Very thoroughly.

He licked his lips and let out a whistle. I almost kicked him. He was staring right between my legs. As if he wanted to…
 

"You look good enough to eat."

I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the tingling feeling inside me. His voice was low and husky. I could almost feel it vibrating in my chest.

Meanwhile he was not so subtly offering to go down on me. It was rude! Wasn't it?

"May I have my towel please?"

"Not just yet. I need to commit this moment to memory. For the next time I need a little encouragement."

"Cade!"

He really was too much. Cade Dupree was unrepentantly filthy minded. He grinned at me as I stood there, blushing head to toe.

"You kept me up all night, Princess."

"Don't call me that."

He snorted, clearly unimpressed by my words. He stood and walked over to me with the towel. He was inches away when he leaned in and whispered.

"Did I keep you up too?"

I stared into his eyes, unable to break the contact. He had kept me up dammit. But I was not going to tell him that! Neither of us moved until he settled the towel over my shoulders. He was staring at my lips. I was staring at his. He leaned forward imperceptibly as I shifted towards him and-

"Cade! Good to see you, son. Can I interest you in some brunch?"

"No thank you sir. I just came by to pick up my car."

He winked at me.

And then he was gone.

Chapter Nine

Cade

I pulled at the scratchy collar of the shirt she'd made me wear. The damn woman was a menace. So far today she'd told me what to wear, where to stand and how to behave. And the night was just getting started.

She was treating me like a stuffed bear for God's sake! Not the man she wanted in her bed!

The last thing I wanted to be doing after a long day playing ball was dress up in this monkey suit.

Even if I did look damn good in it.

I glanced across the room at Camille. She was wearing a red silk gown that revealed nothing and everything at the same time. It skimmed over her curves, hinting at all the goodies underneath.

And she had lots and lots of goodies.

It made my fingers itch to get at her. I'd take her into one of the side rooms at the banquet hall and bend her over a table. Then I'd slid her dress up so I could see her bare ass and pussy.

Of course in my fantasy there wasn't anything like panties in the way.

Or talking.

There was zero talking.

I sipped the bourbon she'd placed in my hand before slinking off to make small talk with donors. Leaving me to do the same. At least she made sure my preferred beverage was on hand, down to the brand. Another woman was simpering up at me, the scent of her perfume making me want to sneeze.

Damn straight there was something else I'd rather be doing.