Dirty Love (Dirty Girl Duet #2)(35)

When you decided you couldn’t stand the thought of letting him go. The voice in my head doesn’t let me get away with too much bullshit.

I drain the rest of my wineglass and set it on the glass-topped side table next to the chaise lounge and stand.

“I need to find the ladies’ room.”

Cav rises beside me. “I’ll lead the way.”

I’m tipsier than I expected, or maybe it’s just the überhigh heels, because I lean on Cav for support to keep me steady.

“You good?” he asks.

“I think so.” The warm glow of a good buzz shimmers over my skin, putting me in a chill and happy mood.

Cav leads me around what seems like a quarter mile of hallways until he pushes open a door and flips on the lights. “I’ll be outside.”

I slip into the bathroom, which, like the rest of Windsor’s home, is perfectly appointed. I’m washing my hands and admiring the cool fixtures when the door pops open and Cav steps inside and locks it behind him.

I meet his eyes in the mirror. “Knocking. It’s a concept.”

“You forget that I don’t ask permission, baby girl.”

That’s when I notice the heat flaring in his gaze and his hand tucked into his pocket.

He pulls out a silky bag and holds it up. “Do you have any idea how hard it’s been carrying this around all night and waiting for the perfect time to use it?”

“That’s a hard question to answer when I don’t know what it is.”

“Bend over. I want your fingertips touching the mirror and your eyes on mine the whole time.”

My body responds on command as my nipples harden against the bodice of my dress. All night, I’ve been acutely aware of the ache he left and his promises about later. Not to mention how careful I’ve been to keep my legs squeezed shut to prevent any accidental flashes of nakedness.

“Here? Now?”

Cav lays the bag on the countertop and smooths a palm up the outside of my leg.

“Wherever I want. Whenever I want. You going to argue with me?” He drags the very short skirt of my dress up, exposing my bare ass to the cool air.

I shake my head, my eyes never leaving his. “No. I’ve wanted it all night.”

“Because you’re my naughty girl. Can’t get enough cock to keep you sated. Now I’m going to fill you up all the way.”

I want to know what’s in the bag, but I’m not going to ask because I know it’ll just slow down whatever he’s going to give me, and I refuse to take the chance.

“You liked when I tongued this tight little *, didn’t you?” Cav’s fingers trail across my ass and slip lower, pressing against the forbidden spot in question.

“Yes, you know I did.” My reply is shameless, and I don’t care.

“Such a filthy girl. You’re gonna get a little filthier right here. I hope you can keep quiet, otherwise we’ll attract an audience.”

It’s on my tongue to ask him what he’s going to do to me, but again, I don’t want to slow him down.

“I want to f*ck that perfect ass again soon, so I need to get you ready for it.”

My inner muscles clench at his words.

I should be horrified that he’s going to do this here and now, while a good chunk of Hollywood’s movers and shakers are outside this door, but for some reason that knowledge just ratchets up the excitement thrumming through me.

Cav’s hand slides between my thighs.

“Fucking soaked, baby girl. You want this as bad as I want to give it to you.”

My only response is a nod because his clever fingers are circling my clit and teasing me. I thrust my ass out further, uncaring whether it’s obscene.

Cav removes his hand, but before I can protest, he shakes out the contents of the bag. I’ve seen one before, but never up close and about to be used on me—a shiny silver butt plug. It looks like it’s metal, which is strange because I thought they were all silicone or rubber. And beside the butt plug in his hand is a single packet of what I assume is lube.

“I’m gonna f*ck this sweet * while I’ve got your ass full of this little plug.”

I want it. All of it.

Cav doesn’t ask for my approval; he can see it in my eyes.

“Pull the top of your dress down, I want your tits out while I take you. You’re going to watch me in the mirror, watch my face and see how much I love being inside you.”

I move my hands away from where they’ve been touching the mirror at his earlier command and pull down the front of my dress. My breasts spill free, landing on the cool granite. The sensation of cold against hot has my body thrumming in anticipation as Cav coats the plug with lube and drizzles the thick, sticky substance on my ass.

“You’re never going to want me to f*ck you without your ass full after this. Your little * is already so tight, I’m barely going to fit, and you’re going to love it.”

“Hurry,” is all I can say as I slide my fingertips around my nipples, teasing myself.

“I’m calling the shots here.” He presses the end of the plug against my tight muscle. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, sir.”

I bite my lip at the burst of heat his command unleashes inside me. We’ve been headed down this BDSM road since the first time we were together, and if I needed any more confirmation, Cav’s request is it.