Sadie
I was startled by Mr. Grave’s fury. I understood it, but it was frightening to witness nonetheless. Once he threw his phone, I jumped to my feet. He looked like he was on the verge of actually committing violence, and though I was not worried that he would do anything to me or anyone in the house,
I had the strange and sudden fear that he might go out and hunt Ralph down, or even the bodyguard who’d been with us. I felt like I needed to calm him down before he did something stupid.
“Mr. Grave!” I hissed. “Calm down, please. Megan might hear you.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down,” he said, whirling around to face me. “I have every right to be furious. Those worthless asses had one job and one job only, and they failed at it!”
“It was an accident!” I insisted. “We found her, and she’s safe…”
“But what if she wasn’t?” he barked. “What if she was harmed? What if you were?”
“But we weren’t!” I shot back, growing more and more frustrated. Why wouldn’t he listen to me? What was going on with him? He was acting like an enraged beast. Still, I wasn’t afraid of him myself. I was certain he wouldn’t lash out at me, even accidentally.
I’m not sure where that confidence came from, but he was so angry at the mere possibility of me being hurt, I knew he wouldn’t do anything to put me at risk himself. “Just be glad that we’re all okay. Just be glad that your niece is upstairs, playing, calm and happy and safe. Enjoy the peace.”
“I can’t enjoy shit,” he said. “Not when that ass is still out there, a threat to what I care about most!”
I ignored the way his words made my heart race. Ignored the odd feeling of hope that shot through me. I didn’t know where that feeling came from. What was I hoping for? That he considered me one of the things he cared about most? That was ridiculous. I was being ridiculous. I needed to stop letting my mind go to such crazy places when it came to him.
I grabbed his arm and squeezed to let him know I was being serious when I said, “Calm the hell down. If I’m able to find some semblance of calm, you can certainly find some, too.”
He met my gaze and glared at me. “Let me go.”
“Not until you take a breath,” I told him through gritted teeth.
For a second, we stared at each other, neither saying a word. I refused to look away, not wanting to give him any show of weakness on my part. To my surprise and relief, though, his features softened, and the tension slowly melted from his shoulders. He continued to stare at me, but the heat that entered his gaze made my heart start to race.
He suddenly slipped his hands around my waist and slowly pulled me closer to his body.
“What are you…?” My words faded away as he began to lower his head to mine. I had every chance to turn my face away because I knew exactly what his intentions were, but I didn’t move an inch. His mouth came crashing down on mine, the kiss turning intense in a moment. I gasped and grabbed hold of his shoulders, clutching him tight and parting my lips to allow his tongue to sweep in to tangle with mine.
For a moment, I thought about pushing him away. Thought about shoving him away and ending it before it went too far, but…but his kiss felt so good. His hands on my body were strong and his touch firm. Everywhere he touched me sent little waves of heat rushing through me.
To my shock, I realized I wanted this, wanted him, and I didn’t care about the possible consequences at that moment. His kiss was hot and demanding, and I felt heat bloom low in my belly. A small part of me tried to convince me that I was reacting this way because it’d been so long since I’d been with anyone. It wasn’t because of him, specifically. I was just desperate for anyone’s touch.
Yet, I knew deep down that wasn’t true. There was something about Mr. Grave that called to something inside me that was passionate and primal. He infuriated me and aroused me, and no other man had ever had such an effect on me before. I was so confused and off balance with him, but I also felt a rush of excitement in his arms. It was intoxicating, and I feared that I might grow addicted to the feelings he evoked within me if I wasn’t careful.
“Mr. Grave…” I whimpered.
Chapter 25
“Cyrus,” he growled against my lips. “I want you to call me Cyrus when I touch you.”
“What?” I couldn’t comprehend what he meant until he scooped me up in his arms and stepped toward the couch. He sat down and set me on his lap.
I straddled his thighs, our kiss continuing as he reached around and cupped my backside in both his hands. I groaned, arching my back and pressing my breasts into his chest.
His touch was so firm and confident. I could feel myself melting for him and knew I was moments away from being putty in his hands.
“Cyrus,” I murmured against his lips, sliding my arms around his neck.
One of his hands found its way under my shirt, his fingers brushing along my bare skin and making me shiver.
“Sadie,” he said in a low, rumbling voice. “Are you getting wet?”
His question stunned me. I couldn’t find the words to answer right away. I stared at him with wide eyes, my lips slightly parted as I tried to come up with some sort of response.
He smirked. “Should we find out?”
Before I could say anything, he slipped his hand down the front of my pants. I let out a little cry when his fingers brushed against my clit. Cyrus cupped the back of my head and dragged my lips back to his, silencing my moans and sounds of pleasure.
He touched me with such skill, I couldn’t control my body’s reaction. I was lost in the sensations that were pulsing through me. He pushed me closer and closer to the edge of release, and I wanted it. It had been so long since anyone had pleasured me like this. My mouth slanted over his with more and more force as my hips began to undulate into his hand.
“Cyrus,” I gasped, clinging to him. “I…I’m close…”
“Good,” he growled. “I want you to fall apart for me, Sadie. Do it.”
As if his permission was what I needed, I suddenly tipped over the edge and into oblivion. Cyrus kissed me again to keep my scream from reverberating throughout the house. He continued touching me, drawing my orgasm out longer and longer until I was so sensitive that it was almost painful. I managed to wiggle from his grasp, but he grabbed my waist and moved me, so I laid on the couch and he was on all fours above me.
I stared up at him, my mind in a lusty haze from my orgasm. My limbs felt heavy and my body hummed with satisfaction. Still, there was a hunger in me that was still burning. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more, more of him, and it appeared that he wanted more of me as well. His eyes blazed with heat as he began pushing my shirt up, intent on baring my breasts. Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back in surrender, desperate to see what he would do next…
“Sadie?” Megan’s call was like a slap to my face and snapped me out of my lust-filled haze. Cyrus went still above me, his fingers inches from cupping one of my soft mounds.
Clarity slammed through me, and I was suddenly shocked at what was happening at that moment. What were we doing? This was crazy! Horrified, I shoved his hand away and yanked my shirt back down, scrambling to sit up and scoot away from him. He reluctantly let me go, but I could see in his expression that he didn’t want our time to end.
It had to, though. I shouldn’t have let it go this far. What was wrong with me? He was my boss…and a jerk!
“I should go see what she needs,” I murmured, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. I couldn’t look him in his eye as I recalled how I’d been losing my mind in his arms just moments before.
“Sadie…” he said, reaching out for me as I jumped to my feet.
I dodged his hand and shook my head.
“I’ll talk to you later, Mr. Grave,” I replied, refusing to meet his gaze.
Before he could try to stop me again, I hurried out of the room and didn’t dare look back.