Call Me Casanova, Book Two: An Affair to Forget Read online

  Maybe just one more taste before total lockdown?

  It would be a monumental mistake, and she knew it. Especially after her talk with Gregory in the study earlier that day. If she expected him to take her serious, she couldn't be crossing her own set parameters.

  Her eyes followed Gregory's hand as it rubbed down his chest and stomach then wrapped around his cock and stroked slowly. She caught the slight arch of his back and the way his hips lifted up just a little, and the memory of the strength in those hips as he stood behind her and fucked her so good last night rushed back over her, causing her inner muscles to flex and ache.

  When her eyes traveled back up to his face his head was tilted slightly and he was staring up at her. A short gasp slipped from her lips, and she turned away from the window quickly. Shit. When she chanced another look after a few moments, he was gone. And then minutes later, she heard the footsteps in the hall.

  Her heart pounded wildly against her ribs as she waited for him to stop at her door and enter with or without knocking. He had caught her watching; he had to know she wanted him as bad as he wanted her.

  But there was no pause to the footsteps as he passed by and went on to his room. When she heard his door close, an unwelcome disappointment coursed through her.

  Just go to bed. Forget about him. He was just meant to be a one-night thing. Don't make more of it than it is. If you keep playing with fire, girl, you're going to get burned.

  Cassandra stared at the door. Though hesitation caused her feet to linger in place, she had every intention of finding her way to Gregory's room.

  Just one more night with Casanova, and I'll call it quits. I will . . . for good this time.

  Chapter Three: One More Last Time

  The soft, almost timid knock etched a smile across Gregory's lips. With a low, deep “Come in” his arms stretched up and tucked behind his head. The heavy blankets were folded down at the end of the large bed, his naked body covered only by the red satin sheet that draped across his hips, providing no concealment for the strength of his arousal underneath.

  Shadows hung heavily in the bedroom, permeated only by the very dim bedside lamp. The door opened slowly with notable hesitation. Come on, baby. The very moment he'd looked up and caught her watching him from her bedroom window, he knew she would be his tonight, and he wouldn't even have to initiate. She had surely expected him to come to her, which was precisely why he hadn't. There was the slight risk that she wouldn't, after all, come to his room on her own. But he had deemed such risk minimal. He needed her to be the one to break the rules she herself had laid down since he had basically given his word not to cross those lines. He didn't know why it mattered to him that she trusted his word, but it did. So he couldn't be the one to initiate action.

  She entered the room with an air of uncertainty, though she knew exactly why she was there. Gregory shifted his shoulders against the thick, soft pillows and allowed his eyes the freedom to explore her body. The short sheer gown struck her mid-thigh and hugged her full breasts, exposing enough flesh to burn his senses. The stiff nipples pushing out against the thin material demanded his full attention as she slowly closed the door behind her.

  “What took you so long?” Gregory murmured. The corner of his mouth jerked a little as she shifted anxiously in her stationary position just inside the door.

  “Gregory . . . I just wanted—” she started, but he didn't let her complete the false statement.

  “Call me Casanova.” his lips twitched. “And I know what you wanted.” His arms loosened and lowered from behind his head, his hands coming to rest on his chest. Beneath his left palm, his heart raced and pounded—much harder and crazier than any woman had ever incited. He slowly rubbed his hands over his chest, then down his stomach, letting his fingertips ripple over his hard, cut abdomen.

  Cassandra's eyes followed his hands, and he noted the increased rise and fall of her breasts. He let one hand slip beneath the sheet and curl around his hard cock, very slowly stroking the length as he squeezed with just enough force to cause his own breath to catch.

  As if in a trance, the young woman approached the end of the bed. Her fingertips played absently with the sheet, then slowly drew it down his legs as her fevered gaze locked onto his erection, moving up and down the shaft as he pleasured himself.

  He couldn't take his eyes off her as he watched her begin to burn with lust and desire. The heat within himself turned his insides to cinder. His hand abandoned his member and rubbed slowly over his rippled stomach, drawing Cassandra in with his intense stare. She slid one knee onto the bed, then the other, and peeled the gown up over her head. Gregory's cock jumped at the sight of her lovely breasts, memories of last night sweeping in, reminding him how delicious her firm nipples tasted. His gaze devoured her flesh, sliding lower. A pleased smile tugged his lips when he discovered the absence of panties.

  Dropping forward onto hands and knees, the woman crawled forward. Gregory slowly slid his legs open wider, his dick thickening, hardening as her breasts swayed with each movement of her elegant body. A sharp tight gasp as warm tongue licked across wet cock head, then soft lips surrounded plump firm flesh.

  Gregory sucked air through tightly clamped teeth, drawing in deeply, his chest swelling as his lungs filled. His head dropped back against the wall, eyes squeezing as her warm, velvet mouth sucked his cock head with agonizing force. His hips lifted, aching to shove more of himself inside her heavenly orifice.

  Soft hands encased his organ and slid up and down the thick shaft, twisting and spiraling, driving him mad. He forced his hands not to grab her and pull her up into his lap and sit her on his cock. The torture was sweet, and he savored every second of it and felt no compulsion to hurry her along. Whether or not this would truly be their last time together, he didn't know. But on the perchance that he was to never touch her again, he would take all he could get tonight.

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  The man's cock pulsed against her palms and seemed to increase in size and thickness though she wasn't sure how that was possible; he had appeared to be at his maximum size when she entered the room. A hard spasm snapped through him when her mouth sank lower down on his shaft. She relaxed her throat and took him deep.

  “Oh fuck . . .” Gregory gasped and his shoulders pressed down into the pillows as his back arched and hips lifted, fingers gouging the crimson sheet beneath him. “Yes, baby . . . take it . . . suck it . . . Uhh!”

  Her mouth began to follow her hands up and down his hard flesh, bumping his cock head against the back of her throat on each down stroke.

  “Oh, fuck yes!” Gregory panted hard, gripping fistfuls of sheet and moving his hips in rhythm with her sucking strokes. “Oh god, woman . . . you're gonna suck me to insanity!”

  When he felt the end nearing, he pulled her off his cock, clearly not willing yet to let it be over. He drew her up on top of him but didn't allow her to take him inside her wet heat. Sitting forward, his arms wrapped around her waist and squeezed, crushing her against him. His lips hovered close to her mouth, their panting breaths mingling in the fraction of open space between them. He gazed into her fevered eyes as she slowly massaged her wet pussy against the base of his cock, causing his dick to throb and jump.

  “Do you think Preston will ever make you this wet?” Gregory groaned, grabbing lightly at her mouth with his lips. His hands slid down over her ass as a single fingertip traced down between her cheeks, probed her tight anal ring then ventured lower, deeper, sipping into her silky wet hole.

  No. The answer lingered on her lips. No man had ever had this strong an effect on her. She moaned when two fingers entered her. She rocked against his digits, but he withdrew, his fingers waiting just outside.

  “Answer me.” he rasped.

  “No.” she whimpered. “I know . . . he won't.” Gregory's fingers pushed back in and worked her as she fucked them with urgency. His other hand cupped a breast, lifting it, feeding the hard nipple into his hungry mouth. She gasped
and held his head to her as he sucked her and finger fucked her until she was screaming and coming.

  Before she could catch a breath, her orgasm still winding through her, he lifted her and set her on his thick cock. “Uhh!” she cried as he instantly filled her, raking bottom. His mouth found her throat and his hands clutched her ass as he began to drive his hard flesh up inside her. “Oh fuck!” she gasped and moved with him. “Yes, Cas!” she grabbed his face and turned it up to hers, kissing him hard, desperate. “Yes . . . Casanova! Oh god!” She claimed his mouth again, sucking his tongue, fucking his cock, needing him in ways that scared her and excited her all at once.

  Gregory flipped them on the bed, and her legs wrapped tight around his waist as he gripped her ass and lifted her to him as he shoved himself into her hard, fast, desperate. The intensity of their kiss nearly asphyxiated her but she didn't care. The force of his fucking rocked her body against the slick sheets, causing heated friction. He broke the kiss, panting, grunting, sweat beading his brow, droplets trickling down his face, dripping onto her hot skin.

  He pulled out suddenly and turned her onto her stomach, hovered over her body as he rubbed two fingers down between her ass cheeks, gathered wetness and dragged it up to her anal entrance, massaging, probing the tight ring. His hot breath puffed against her shoulder, and her breath caught when he worked a finger inside her, then two, stroking, finding her g-spot from this angle.

  “Fuck . . .” she whimpered.

  Trembling lips touched the back of her neck. “Can I fuck your beautiful ass, baby?” His fingers massaged her g-spot, dragging another whimpering cry loose. “You're so tight . . . and hot.”

  “Yes.” she choked, pushing her ass against his fingers, wanting to feel so much more of him.

  His thick cock dipped into her pussy once more then drew out and nudged her anus with the wet cock head before slowly squeezing through her ring. “Uuhh!” She clawed the sheet and bit the pillow as his hands rubbed down and held her hips firmly as he continued his slow exploration into virgin territory.

  “Fuck, baby!” he gasped sharp, deep, then growled and pushed in some more. “Shit! God, girl, you feel so good.”

  Cassandra panted against the pillow, the sleek case clamped between her teeth, tears stinging her eyes from his immense presence inside her. When his hips were pressed tight against her ass, he lingered, unmoving, his hands caressing her body, lips kissing her shoulder. Slowly, he began to move his hips in tiny circles until some of her tension eased and she began to moan and move with him. Only then did he allow himself to pick up the pace and glide his cock in and out of her, though at a controlled tempo, long stroking, letting her feel every thick inch of him as he fed his cock into her ass.

  “Oh fuck, baby.” he groaned thick. “Tell me it feels as good to you as it does to me.”

  Cassandra answered with a whimpering moan and increase in urgency as she thrust her ass onto his cock. Encouraged by her enthusiasm, Gregory fucked her a little harder, a little faster, his cock head raking her g-spot, shoving her closer and closer to orgasm. “Yes!” she cried. “Fuck me! Fuck me, Cas!”

  His hard cock shoved into her ass with more force until their sweat slick bodies were slapping together loudly, shaking the bed, cries and shouts exploding through the bedroom. Cassandra screamed and bit the pillow hard as a fierce orgasm ripped through her, contorting her body beneath Gregory's.

  “Yes, baby.” he panted hard. “Oh fuck, Cassi! I'm gonna cum!” His arms went around her, squeezing the air from her lungs as his body tightened and went rigid as he slammed in deep and filled her with hot seed, a strangled wail wrenching out of him. The brief paralysis broke, and he fucked her erratically, emptying the rest of himself before his strength fled and left him panting hard against her shoulders, his hot body glued to hers. His heavy breathing raised and lowered him against her back, and finally he rolled onto the bed, sucking for air.

  Cassandra remained on her stomach, his warmth heating her inside, her mind reeling and heart racing with more than just the exertion of their sex.

  A shudder passed through her when Gregory traced his fingertips down her spine in a light caress, then flattened his palm against the small of her back. The touch was strangely soothing and seeped up into her heart, causing it to beat harder, faster.

  No . . . you're not falling for him. You're not! This is to be the last time. You swore it would be. It has to be!

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  There was no eye contact or even words spoken when Cassandra left the bed just minutes after sex. No attempt was made to lie next to him, cuddle and talk—though much to his surprise, he found he wouldn't have minded so much. She left his room with barely a Goodnight and a mumbled excuse that she should get some sleep.

  Gregory lay against the pillows and stared at the door as it slowly closed behind her. He made no effort to stop her from leaving. Why bother? She wasn't his for the taking. And regardless of how many times he sampled her, when it was all over she would still belong to Preston. He was nothing to her but a source of relief for her tension and frustration. She might always prefer his fucking over Preston's, but like everyone else, she saw no true worth in him other than someone to be used for her own purposes.

  Oh Boohoo, you fucking pussy. What did you expect? That just because you gave her some good cock she would dump your brother and want all of you? If that's what you thought, you are a fucking dumb ass.

  Never in his life had he envied anything Preston possessed. Until now. And it pissed him off that he couldn't shake the envy and jealousy that was slowly taking root inside him. Sure, he knew how to get her to his bed and probably always could. But her interest in him would never exceed his crotch.

  So? Is that a bad thing? Do you know how it will grind Preston to know you can fuck his woman anytime you choose? Accept the power awarded you and make the most of it. Just fuck her—and keep your heart out of it at all costs.

  Chapter Four: Straight From The Heart

  “Are you alright, darling?” Abbott asked. “You look tired?”

  Sitting next to her father on the wrought iron bench, the scents of the large garden filling her nostrils, Cassandra nodded and squeezed the man's hand. “I'm fine, daddy,” she smiled, but it felt forced, even strained. She didn't understand the hollow feeling inside her but sensed it was tied to her incredibly stupid decision last night. She should have never gone to Gregory's room. What had she been thinking?

  You know what you were thinking, where your mind was—down between his legs. Are you really so weak that you can't resist when a man so much as wags his cock at you?

  But Gregory wasn't just any man. And, good God, when he had her in his arms, fucking her like she had never been fucked before, she was powerless to him. Something she hoped and prayed he wasn't fully aware of, though she suspected, in fact, he was quite conscious of.

  “Are you sure you're all right, sweetheart?” Abbott pressed gently. “You seem . . . distracted.”

  “Honestly?” Cassandra said. “I didn't get much sleep last night. I guess I am a bit tired.”

  Her father patted her hand. “Well, perhaps you should go lay down.”

  “No, really, I'll be fine.” she smiled. “If I sleep now, then I won't be tired tonight.” And it isn't good for me to be too awake at night—not here.

  “Have you spoken with Gregory this morning?”

  Cassandra stiffened. “No.” She had done her best to avoid him, in fact. The last thing she needed was to have to suffer under smug smiles and triumphant stares. It had surely fed his ego when she had come to him, tossing all her stipulations out the window and proceeding to do exactly what she had asked him not to do.

  “I was hoping to go over some of the details of the merger with him,” Abbott murmured, gazing out over the garden.

  It left Cassandra with a dull, cold ache inside that both her impending marriage and the merger of businesses were referred to and regarded on the same level. Where was the excitement that wa
s supposed to go along with planning a wedding? The word wedding hadn't even been used. And marriage hadn't touched lips much more. It was as she'd told Gregory—business. Nothing more.

  Preston seemed attracted to her enough, and she thought she even saw a look of desire in his eyes. But there was no question that he viewed it all as merely a business arrangement. Though this getaway was, in part, meant for her and Preston to spend time together and get to know one another on a more personal level. Her father did want her to have an actual relationship with her husband-to-be. He wanted her to be happy. And if she said she wasn't, he would end this. But she knew it would make him feel secure knowing she was with a knowledgeable business man who would keep their business and their fortune secure.

  So maybe Preston wasn't Prince Charming. He had a good head on his shoulders and knew how to handle business. But does he know how to handle you? Is he knowledgeable in that area? It didn't matter. She had told Gregory that there was more to marriage than sex and romance, and it was true. Few marriages were truly based on such, and they thrived just fine.

  Not without countless hidden affairs, with spouses seeking out heat in another's bed.

  Well, she wouldn't be one of them. Once she was married, there would be none other than Preston. And besides . . . once out of the office and away from the boardrooms, the man might prove to be more interesting and even more sexual, than he appeared. It wasn't fair to pass judgment on him before really giving him a chance to show her the man that he was. The fact that Gregory didn't think much of him was nothing to go by. Men like Gregory looked at the world and people with jaded eyes that didn't comprehend that there was more to life than pleasing one's self. Men like Gregory—they were takers, with no regard for what they were taking or if it was even their right to do so.