Page 25 of Worthy
“Can I do that?” she asked eagerly.
“No,” I said harshly. I could tell by the look in Faith’s eyes that she wanted me. She wanted to jerk me off, she wanted to suck me off, and she wanted me to take her. She was already long gone, burning with the same fire I felt.
I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything.
But I didn’t give into it because I was Cassius Blackwood, and I didn’t give into things.
I watched Faith’s face. I was right on the edge. “Open your mouth.”
“Yes, Sir.” Faith eagerly did as she was told.
I didn’t tear my gaze from her as I reached the edge. Her perfect face, those luscious lips, her eyes, hazy with lust. Fuck, I wanted her. She was mine. Mine for the taking. Mine to possess, to plunder to own.
So close. So… close…
I exploded all over her face, coming onto her lips, her cheeks, in her mouth, on her breasts. She moaned in pleasure, desire sparking her eyes. She licked her lips and whimpered. I came so hard everything went white. I came so hard that I felt like I had died and was born again.
When I came to, I had one thought. Fuck. This girl.
She was going to kill me.
I cleaned myself up and zipped my pants. Faith knelt before me, naked and glistening. I wanted to pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and take her to the bed. And never leave.
Instead, I tossed her phone to the ground. “You can have this back.”
She glanced down at it, confused, then up at me. “Sir…?”
I squared my shoulders. “You’re fired, Faith. I’ll see to it that Gina handles the paperwork.”
Then I strode out the door, not looking back.
