The Kiss (Playboy Pact 1) - Page 53

I overlooked his sly grin. “Why do you always want to talk about Leo? Tell me about the stock market instead.”

“Yeah, it’s how I make a living.”

He slid his phone back into his es and made his way over to me. When he was close enough, I put my hands on his chest, giving him a little shove.

“You never told me that.”

He smiled, realizing what I was doing. His eyes zeroed in on me, amused with my push.

“How else did you think I was tipping you?”

“Not sure, I thought maybe you were selling drugs.”

“Oh,” he sarcastically stated. “I only do that on the weekends.” Quickly throwing on a pair of gloves, he held them up in the air and nodded. I understood his silent command and began hitting his open gloved hands.

“How long have you been in that volatile relationship?”

“It’s only volatile when I lose money.”

“How often does that happen?”

“Not often. I’m good at keeping it up.”

“Ha!” I punched his right hand as hard as I could.

“Nice,” he encouraged, nodding to keep going.

I rocked my head side to side, jumping up and down, from my left foot to my right, I held my fists out in front of me like a boxer.

“Who taught you how to fight?”

I kicked his left hand. “Leo.”

“Well, the man can throw a mean ass right hook. I remember when he beat up your last boyfriend.”

“He cheated on me.”

“Leo has always been your knight and shining armor, hasn’t he?”

Left hook, right upper cut, I ended with a side kick to his arm. Cain barely wavered, only pissing me off.

“How much money do you have invested in stocks?”

“I see you’re going to ignore my last question.”

Spinning around rapidly, I went to back kick his right hand but at the last second, he slightly turned, and I accidentally kicked him in the balls instead. He instantly fell to his knees on the ground.

“Oh shit!”

Peeling over on all fours, Cain grabbed onto his junk. His eyes were tightly shut, and his head was hanging in between his arms.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t aiming for that. You moved! Why did you move?”

He started coughing, almost like he was going to puke.

“Do you need me to get you a bucket?” I didn’t allow him to answer, I ran toward the bathroom and found the first thing I could. A garbage can. Hauling ass back to him, he was still in the same condition.

“Here. Throw up in there.”

He spit into the can.

“Did I break it?”

Heaving in and out for a few more seconds, he found his breathing. “I can barely fucking see straight.”

“Should I get you some ice?”

The last word barely left my mouth before he tackled me onto the ground. Now I was underneath him.

I gasped, surprised by the turn of events. His body was in between my legs, pressing his injured dick into my core. His right leg was hitched against my ass and the other stretched out behind him. He had one hand gripping my left thigh up to his hip and the other around the back of my neck, locking me firmly with his weight.

Looking deep into my eyes, he spanked me, hard.

“What the fu—”

“That’s for being a very, very, very bad girl, Mila.”

“Cain, don’t you dare!”

With a serious look in his eyes, he let me go a little. “That wasn’t very nice, Mi.”

“It was an accident.”

“Accident my ass.”

“You moved! You did it to yourself.”

His thumb started to caress my cheek as he rubbed the tip of his nose against mine. The scent of mint and Cain mixed together assaulted my senses, causing a wave of sensations to erupt.

Cain wasn’t looking for anything serious and to be completely honest, neither was I. We were just having fun and enjoying one another’s company. This was the first time since we started whatever this was six weeks ago that we were in this compromising position.

My eyes shifted toward the door. Thinking someone could walk in and I’d get fired.

“You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“Not any more trouble than you’re already in with me.”

With that, he kissed my lips.

My eyes closed.

My breathing hitched.

My mind went somewhere else entirely.

This embrace was much different than the ones we’d been having. His lips were rough but smooth against mine, his touch firm yet gentle. My heart drummed so fast, I swear he could hear it, feeling it against his chiseled chest. He pulled me closer by the nook of my neck as if I wasn’t already close enough, pinned beneath him.

“Fuck you feel good,” he huskily groaned. “How do you feel this good?”

All I could see…

All I could hear…

All I could feel…

Was Leo.

My knee moved on its own, my body just reacted to what he was saying, and I kneed him in the balls again.

He doubled over me. “Mila, what the fuck?”

“Ugh! I’m sorry I couldn’t breathe.”

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