My body trembles. “Okay.”
He goes back to stroking me, swiping his rough thumb over the precum beaded at my slit. The sounds escaping my parted lips should embarrass me, but I’m too far gone to care.
“Fuck. Cain,” I whine. “I want it. Please.”
He presses open-mouth kisses to the back of my neck. “I know, baby. I’ll get you there.”
When he removes his hand from my cock, I can’t help but groan in frustration. I hear him spit, and then his slick hand returns to stroke me, his fast pace driving me to madness, so smooth and wet and tight around me.
Pressure builds at the base of my spine. I’m whining and mewling and fighting to take control, but loving the grip he keeps on me, his other hand still fisted in my hair like he hates me, smashing my cheek against the mirror.
Fuck. This is better than I imagined.
“Gonna come. I’m—” My whole body tightens up, and then explodes when he punishes me with a final, tight stroke. Warm cum pulses out of me, spilling over his knuckles and onto the floor. My body continues to shudder even after he drains me.
We both watch in the mirror as he smears my cum across my quivering, sweaty abs. After snapping my boxers and pants back into place, he uses a rag to wipe the floor.
“Don’t stay up too long. Lock on the door will recognize your thumbprint.”
My eyes go wide. “Wait. When did you program my thumbprint?”
Cain gives me a quick kiss on the back of my neck, silencing me, and then walking away.
I stare at my blissed-out face in the mirror. How do I already want more of him?
Shit. I don’t know that I’ll ever satisfy my desire for this man.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CAIN
Idon’t like that I had to ditch Ezra for work the next morning.
But I don’t want to let important operations slip just because I’m falling into something addictive with him. I can barely keep my fucking hands off him. Forget trying to push him out of my head at this point.
Rorik’s made good progress at the shipyard, covertly setting up a deal with Gabriel’s guys to get us access through the north gate this evening. He’s an irreplaceable asset to my company. His skeletal tattoos and natural scowl have allowed him to meld seamlessly into numerous criminal organizations.
I have three teams set to deploy. Mine, Rev’s, and Rorik’s. That’s thirty-three people. Should be a slaughter.
I text Alaric to send the teams detailed layouts of the property in time for our meeting.
Remember not to kill all of them. We need that encryption code.
I sigh, hating the idea of having to haul scumbags back into the building. I hate the idea of leaving Ezra alone tonight even more. I don’t evenwant him in the same city as Gabriel. Don’t want anyone to ever lay hands on him again.
Except for me.
My fingers hover over Salem’s number, but I know she’s on protective duty watching over Jakey. I dial my brother, Isaac, instead.
“Hey, Cain. What can I do for you?” Isaac’s cheery voice sounds. He’s the only one around here besides Salem who has any fucking manners. Gwen pretends to be polite because she gets paid to act that way, but I’ve heard the shit she calls people behind closed doors and under her breath.
“Do you think you could entertain a friend of mine this evening?” I ask, loading into the elevator with two of my guys, Forest and Nick, who double as accountants during the day.
They both peek over at me as I hit the button for lower level one, and I fight the urge to tell them to mind their own business. I suppose it is a bit of a shock to learn that their workaholic, anti-social boss might have friends.
Although, I don’t categorize Ezra as a friend. My thoughts involving him are far too devious.
“Sure thing,” Isaac replies. “Is thisfriendyour pretty little thief?”
