Page 21 of Fixed Asset

“Do I scare you?”

There was that smart-ass mouth of hers that never failed to drive me crazy.

“No. I’m scared of what I’m going to do to you.”

She closed the remaining distance between us, stopping so close that if I moved an inch in her direction, her tits would be on my chest. Dark and dangerous thoughts flooded. Snatches of fantasies flew through my mind, all the things I’d dreamed of doing to her, all the ways I wanted her.

Cat lifted her hand, but I quickly caught her wrist before it hit its destination.

“You don’t want to do that.”

“Don’t tell me what I want, Jack,” she scolded.

And why did that turn me the fuck on?

Then, in a moment of weakness and insanity, I released her hand. She didn’t go for the towel and pull it off like I thought she would.

Instead, she found the opening and shoved her hand through it, then fisted my cock.

Heat coiled in my balls, and before I knew what I was doing, my hips jerked forward into her palm. Cat’s thumb brushed over the head, smearing precome over the crown. A catlike smile curled her lips up.

“Hmm,” she hummed.

The damage was done. Catarina Keys was stroking my dick. It was too late to second-guess my foolishness.

“Is this what you wanted, Cat, to give me a hand job?”

Her hand tightened around my shaft, pulling a grunt out of me. The silence stretched a beat, then two. When she didn’t answer, I blinked away the haze of lust she was creating and studied her expression. The woman was so ballsy and bold, it would’ve been easy to miss it—the shyness lingering just under the surface.

She wanted it, she just didn’t know how to ask for it.

“Take off your pants, Cat.”

Relief mixed with desire. But she still didn’t move.

“Now, baby. Pull your pants off.”

Her hand released my dick, went to her pants, unsnapped the button, pulled the zipper down, peeled the jeans over her ass, and she shimmied them down her thighs. After she kicked them away, I hooked her around the back of her neck and yanked her to my chest.

“Eyes, Catarina.” She lifted her gaze to mine. “You sure?”

Her eyes started to narrow.

My hand on the back of her neck squeezed.

“No sass, no attitude. Tell me you’re sure. I need to hear you say it.”

Cat rolled up on her toes, and with her lips a breath away, she nearly spat, “I’m sure.”

That was all I needed.

But it wasn’t me who made the first move.

Catarina attacked.

Her mouth hit mine, her tongue invaded, and fucking finally I had the taste of her I wanted.

My hands went to her ass, I hauled her up, my towel fell away, and I walked with her wrapped around me back into the bathroom. One of her hands slid around the back of my neck, then up into my hair. Her short nails dug into my scalp. She kissed like she did everything else, bold, aggressive, no holding back.