Free Wicked Game by Mercy Celeste Page A

letting it catch on the rope binding her arms together.
    “Nasty,” she finished for him.
    “Exactly.” His cock throbbed painfully, begging for release. He ignored it as he studied her body with his eyes and hands. Finding sensitive spots that made her purr or gasp, and when he finally slipped his finger between the lightly hair-covered lower lips, she shuddered violently. When her first orgasm passed, she said the one word that he knew he couldn’t ignore.
    “More.”
    He moved behind her and pressed his body to her, molding to her curves. He ran his hands down her body, starting with her breasts, massaging her until she began to pant with need. He pressed his erection into her hands and nearly cried out when she gripped him tight.
    “That’s nice, Pepper, stroke me,” he ordered her as he slid one finger between her legs, past her throbbing clit, until he was buried inside her. “That’s right, baby, just like that.”
    He set the rhythm, adding a second finger, then a third, while he rocked into her hand. He felt her orgasm begin deep inside. The slick walls clenched him tight, her hands on his cock became more insistent. She called out his name, but he didn’t hear her for the blood rushing in his ears from the force of his own release.
    When it was over, all he could think to do was pull the rope free and whisper a hasty apology, before he retreated upstairs like the coward he really was.
    * * * *
    Cass lay on the cold tile floor, waiting for feeling to return to her arms; cold penetrated her bare flesh. She knew she was alone. Shame prickled her scalp, but she didn’t raise a hand to shake off the loose rope or to remove the blindfold. Something warm and sticky soaked her gown where it lay against her back.
    After a few moments, the floor became uncomfortable and humiliation set in. She sat up, leaving the rope behind, and dragged the cloth from her eyes. Strange lightning stung her eyes and then ceased abruptly. She glanced out at the abating storm, then in a fit of absolute horror, she grabbed her panties off the floor, and clutching her sticky gown to her chest, she raced upstairs and locked the door. But that didn’t still her racing heart or her screaming mind.
    She wanted to hate him. To pack her bags and catch the first flight out of Miami; she didn’t really care where it went as long as he wasn’t on it. Instead, she hated herself because she’d liked what he’d done. She hated herself because even now she had the strongest urge to find him and beg for more.
    But she knew in her heart that this could never happen again. Even if she didn’t leave. This could never happen again or else a part of her very being would be lost. Forever.

Chapter Nine
    Monday morning dawned bright and sunny, what coastal people called beach weather. Cass considered skipping her usual morning routine and walking down to the beach and standing knee deep in the surf.
    She didn’t want to risk an encounter with Jaime today, not after avoiding him after the events of yesterday morning. However, the Pollyanna she really was deep inside reared her ugly head and demanded she go and do her actual job. She dressed in walking shorts and a three-quarter-length-sleeved peasant blouse in a startling crimson color and matching sandals. She quickly braided her hair in a loose over the shoulder braid and didn’t bother with makeup.
    She really didn’t expect him to be home, but as she neared his office, she heard his voice. He sounded angry. The door was open, and she stepped inside to find him on the phone, his expression pinched. He signaled for her to be quiet but not to leave. She gulped, wondering if he planned to turn his anger onto her.
    “So, Cam, let me get this straight. You said you transferred the funds to Miss Pendleton’s account each Friday as I asked you too. And the June bills as well. Yes, I’m aware that my credit card bill was incredibly high. I put my entire signing bonus into that account, there should