She stares at him, eyes wide, mouth open. “Um…y...yeah,” she stutters.

I can definitely relate to the reaction. Gage Hunter is sex personified. With his amazing body and the way those boxers cling to him…my muscles clench. Chrissy grabs my hand, squeezing my fingers. We watch as he walks to the closet and starts pulling out clothes.

“I can’t believe you slept next to him all night and didn’t rape him.”

Gage bursts out laughing, and Chrissy turns to me in wide-eyed horror.

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Yes!”

I join Gage, falling over and grabbing my stomach. The look on her face is priceless.

“Ugh! Kill me now.”

“It’s okay, Chrissy. I totally understand,” Gage says.

He gives her that cocky grin of his and I throw his pillow at him. Conceited bastard. He catches it and tosses it back with a wink. We sit back and enjoy the Gage show as we eat. He revels in it, the smirk never leaving his face, until he shrugs into his cut.

“I got club shit to handle, so I’ll see you later. Chrissy can keep you company, but under no circumstance do you leave the compound. Got it?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“Fuckin’ smart mouth.”

He drops a kiss on my lips and one on Chrissy’s cheek, then heads for the door.

“Anything you need, talk to Ron. You need me, call me.”

“’Kay.”

“Later, babe.”

He closes the door behind him and we fall back on the bed with a collective sigh.

“God, Ray. He smells good.”

“Tell me about it.”

I don’t know about Chrissy, but I need some time to recuperate from all that sexiness. She mumbles “Goddamn” and I get confirmation that I’m not the only one. We stare up at the ceiling, caught up in the sexual whirlwind that is Gage.

***Gage***

“What’s the plan?” Razor asks as we park outside the warehouse where Cassidy has her office.

“No plan. Just gonna talk to her. She’s a little psycho but I don’t think it was her.” The whole point was to get me to fuck her so I doubt she sent them to kill me. “They were probably just retaliating for the two we killed.”

Her assistant gives me a come-fuck-me smile as we approach. I remove my riding gloves and stick them in my pocket. She bats her lids and smiles brightly before biting into her bottom lip.

“Mr. Hunter! Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Miss Martin in?”

She fumbles at my apparent lack of interest and picks up her phone. After talking to her boss, she motions to the door.

“Wait here,” I tell Razor.

I close the door behind me and take a long, hard look at a very nervous Cassidy Martin.

“Gage…I swear, I haven’t said –”

I raise my hand to stop her then take a seat. “The guys you hired…where’d you find ’em?”

“A friend gave me a phone number. I called.”

“What friend?”

“I can’t –”

“What. Friend?”

She swallows hard and takes a shaky breath. “Please…I don’t want to get her mixed up in this.”

“You still have the number?”

She looks down at her desk, avoiding my stare. That’s a very obvious tell. I know her next words will be a lie.

“No. I…I threw it away.”

I can see she’s not going to give up the info willingly. Maybe I’m approaching this the wrong way. I don’t think intimidation is going to work with her, but I know what will. Luckily, I’m me. “You’re not lying to me are you, Cassidy?”

Her gaze remains fixed on the desk. “No, of course not.”

“Stand up.”

Finally, she looks at me, excitement creeping into her eyes. “Wh..what?”

“Don’t make me say it again.”

She rises slowly, her eyes locked with mine. Her chest is heaving, and I see the uncertainty in her gaze. She’s scared but turned on, too. One thing I do remember about her is that she likes it rough and kinky. I make my way over to her, taking my time. She watches me, her chest rising and falling more rapidly with each step I take. I move her chair and stand behind her, close but not touching.

“I think you’re lying to me, Cassidy. I think...you’re being a bad girl.” Her body trembles before me and she lets out a moan. “Do you know what happens to bad girls?”

“They get spanked,” she says on a hurried breath.

The fear is gone, replaced completely by enthusiasm. Damn, I’m good! I slowly pull her little skirt up, exposing her cheeks. A thong. Perfect. She’s wearing some sexy lingerie set, complete with garter belt and stockings.

“Were you expecting someone? Or did you wear this for me?”

“I…I was hoping –”

“And the fuck-me heels?”

“Yes,” she whispers breathlessly.

She tries to lean into me, but I step away and perch on the edge of her desk. I look her over from head to toe and realize I don’t want to touch her. She’s gorgeous and I didn’t hesitate to fuck her before, but there’s just no interest now. I find a wooden ruler on her desk and trail it lightly up her thigh.

“Spread your legs.” She complies quickly, watching me with her bottom lip between her teeth. I move behind her once more, sliding the ruler up the inner sides of both thighs. “Wider.” I smack one of them and she yelps, widening her stance. “Now, the men. Who were they?”

“I don’t know.”

I slap her cheek and watch as the ruler leaves a red imprint on her ass. Her body shakes as if she just came where she stands. I stroke the spot with the ruler, still not wanting to touch her. She rolls her hips and I smack her again, developing a pattern – slap, stroke, slap…and then change it up so she never knows what’s coming next.

“Gage…”

“If I touch your pussy right now…will it be wet?” I ask, even though I have no inclination to do so.

“Oh, God, yes!”

I chuckle, sliding the ruler over the crotch of her panties. “Where’d you find those guys?”

“The number…my friend said she uses them for security all the time.”

“Mmhmm.” I concentrate the top edge of the ruler on her clit and she moans. “Security…are they from a company?”

She rolls her hips, grinding on the ruler. I strike her clit twice.

“No! Not a company…just…just a group of friends.”

A group. My retaliation theory seems to be right. I stroke her once more, gliding the ruler over the material covering her pussy. “Where’s the number?”

She hesitates. I move closer so she thinks I’m going to touch her. Instead, I slap both cheeks twice.

“Fuck, Gage...”

“The number?”

“It’s in my desk! Just please…please, fuck me!”

I give her one last smack on the ass. Hard. She jerks and cries out. “Sit,” I tell her as I toss the ruler on the desk. She scrambles to her chair and immediately reaches for my belt. “Uh-uh…hands in your lap.”

She smiles, licks her lips then bites into the bottom one. She really thinks I’m going to let her suck my dick? No matter what she does, it’s all lost on me. My dick isn’t even mildly interested. “Where is it?”

“Top drawer,” she says eagerly.

I search the drawer, find a white card with just a number on it then show it to her.

“That’s it.” She nods.

I stick it in my pocket and wonder what I should do with her. She’d probably do anything I tell her to. Bitch is hard-up for some dick, so I’ll get her some. “Up.” She jumps to her feet and I stand behind her. She wiggles her ass impatiently. “You want to get fucked, Cassidy?”

“God, yes!”

“You will be…just not by me.”

“What? Gage –”

“Don’t. Move.”

I stick my head through the door and wave Razor over, giving him a peek inside.

“A gift for you, my brother.”

He looks to the heavens and bites his lip. “I ever tell you I love you, brother?”

“Make it quick. I’ll wait for you outside.”

But not before I stop in the men’s room and wash my hands. I suddenly feel very dirty. While waiting, my mind drifts to Raven. That shit she pulled this morning had me coming like three times in the shower. Just feeling her body tremble beneath me was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. And waking up next to her? I wouldn’t mind doing that every day. Not at all.