Breaking Mr. Cane (Cane 2)

“Better?” I asked, smiling up at him.

He smirked and sat forward, cupping my face in his hands and kissing me hard. “Hell yeah, baby. I’m so much better with you.”

I beamed, and he released my face, pushing his laptop and some of the loose papers out of the way. “Sit on the desk,” he commanded. “I need to take care of you before you go.”

I blinked rapidly, heart booming. I stood quickly, and on my way up, his hands ran over the fabric of my dress. He pushed it up, lifting me with his strong hands, just enough to get me seated on the desk. In the chair, he rolled forward, staring up at me with heated, hungry eyes. I tilted my hips up, and he tucked a finger beneath the waistband of my panties and pulled them down.

My anxiousness got the best of me, so I planted my palms on the desk, spreading my legs apart. He hovered in front of my pussy, still teasing like he always did.

“I can feel how eager your pussy is,” he rumbled between my thighs. “Your heat…your scent.” The tip of his tongue ran over his bottom lip as he studied my pussy. I panted as he neared it, and when he pressed his mouth to my lips, I shuddered. He kissed me down there again and again, like he was making out with it, and my pussy clenched, dying for him to spread them apart and devour me.

“Cane,” I panted.

He groaned, grabbing my hips and bringing me toward the edge of the desk. He kissed my pelvis and worked his way down. He kissed the area just outside my clit and a gasp shot out of me. And then, finally, when his eyes shifted up and locked on mine, his tongue plunged through and landed on my aching clit.

“Oh my God,” I breathed. He squeezed my ass, burying his face deeper between my thighs, his tongue circling my clit repeatedly before sliding down and plunging inside me.

“This pussy,” he rasped between my legs when he resurfaced. He drove his tongue back up to suck on my clit again and my legs shook violently, my moans heavier. “Fucking incredible.” He looked up at me beneath thick lashes and I swear I lost it. His eyes alone could make a woman come—so heated and hungry, stirring up all the naughty, insatiable bits inside me.

My legs trembled and my arms became weak as I used them to keep my balance. I was so close, right on edge. Every swirl and lap of his tongue sent me spiraling into a beautiful abyss of pleasure and passion. With my eyes squeezed so tight, I saw stars, and then, when one of his guttural noises vibrated between my legs, I let go.

I cried out his name, squeezing his hair between my fingers and he groaned, finishing me off with his velvety tongue.

“Shit,” I breathed, head falling backwards and eyes still shut, soaking it all in. My chest heaved up and down as Cane kissed my pussy once more. I opened my eyes and he got out of his chair to stand above me, face hovering over mine.

“You’re so beautiful when you come. You know that?”

I blushed, shaking my head. “I’m not. I look and sound stupid.”

“No. You look amazing and sound so damn sexy.” He dropped a kiss on my cheek. I kissed him back, and then laced my arms around the back of his neck. I pressed my cheek to his chest, sighing. I didn’t want this to be our last night.

“I’m going to miss you.”

“I know. I’ll miss you too, baby.” He cupped a hand around the back of my head, kissing the top of it. “We’ll see each other soon. I’ll call every chance I get.”

That made me smile. I picked my head up and he held my face, rubbing the skin behind my ears. “You better,” I murmured, and then I leaned up to kiss him again, wishing I could stay like this with him forever.

Chapter Thirty-Three

KANDY

It was bittersweet going back to school, only because I knew I wouldn’t see Cane again until spring. I thought going weeks without seeing him was bad when I was back at home, but going months without him felt like torture.

I’d flown back to school after kissing my parents goodbye. The good thing about our departure was that Dad didn’t make it awkward. He kissed me and sent me off like any father would, and there wasn’t any remorse or dread in his eyes. There was more hope than anything, but I’m certain the hope I’d given him was false.

If only he knew…

I’d settled into school again, following the same schedule of practices and conditioning. Of course, the upperclassmen gave me shit, especially Sophie. Her arm was better, so she was practicing her pitches and I couldn’t lie, even with a hurt arm, she had a cannon on her. She would smirk at me as she passed by, and when it was my turn to pitch she’d make stupid coughing noises and pretend something was in her throat to try and get to my head, but it didn’t work, and she knew it, which was why she probably couldn’t stand me.