Ruthless In A Suit (Book Two) Page 2

  I get up from my seat, making an excuse as Julia follows me with her eyes, her brow wrinkled in confusion. I can see out of the corner of my vision that Julia is soon making conversation with another attendee.

  I stride over to where Cadence is standing with her flute of champagne and I grab her free hand. “Come on,” I say, pulling her with me as I walk.

  “Why? What’s going on?” she says, stumbling a little to keep up with me.

  “No time to discuss.”

  My dick is rock hard and I can’t stop thinking about her, the way her slick pussy felt earlier when I pushed my fingers inside that tight slit.

  Cadence giggles as I push open a door to a single bathroom and drag her into it, shutting and locking the door behind us.

  Her eyes are wide and she whispers. “We can’t go in here together, Levi.”

  “Why the hell not.”

  “Because,” she says her voice getting even quieter. “Everyone will know…”

  “I don’t give a fuck what they think they know.”

  “I do,” she says, but her cheeks are flushed and her breathing is shallow and rapid.

  “I can’t stop thinking about how you taste,” I tell her, and then I grab her by the hips and drag her toward me.

  The dress is so tight, it’s like a second skin.

  I envelope her mouth in mine, tasting her, the tang of champagne, the sweetness of her lips and tongue.

  I’m hard as a fucking rock now and I can’t stop what’s happening.

  Cadence moans in her throat, as my one hand slides up from her hip and squeezes her breast. Her nipples are hard as nails already.

  My other hand wraps around and grabs her buttocks, pulling her closer, my hard dick grinding into her as I kiss her passionately.

  Fucking her is what I truly want to do right now, and if she were one of my normal conquests, that’s exactly what I’d be doing.

  But Cadence isn’t just any girl, she’s not just some random hookup.

  She’s a virgin and she won’t sleep with me until we’re married.

  Still, there’s a lot we can do. Even now.

  I spin her around, so she’s facing the mirror. We’re both facing the mirror.

  Her mouth is an open “oh,” and she’s still holding her glass reflexively.

  “Put the champagne down,” I tell her, my hips pressed into her buttocks as I grab her breasts with both hands and nibble on her earlobe.

  “Oh, fuck,” she mutters, putting the glass down. Her hand shakes as she does so and some of it spills on the counter.

  I pull her dress slowly up until her ass is fully revealed to me. She’s wearing a little thong, and I take it and slide it down her legs, revealing her fullness to me from behind.

  “We can’t…”

  “I know,” I tell her, and then give her butt a playful slap.

  She gives a little squeak as her soft skin jiggles.

  “God damn that ass looks hot right now,” I tell her.

  I unzip my pants and then pull out my raging hard cock. I can’t stop myself, I need to get close to her.

  “Oh, shit,” she moans as I slide my cock between her perfect ass cheeks. She’s warm and her skin feels incredible against me.

  I already want to come and I’ve hardly even done anything yet.

  This girl is going to be the end of me, if I’m not careful. How can someone so inexperienced be so fucking sexy?

  She pushes back into me, grinding her butt into my shaft, and now I’m lubricating the crack of her ass with my pre-cum.

  “Damn,” I sigh, grabbing her breasts and pulling her top down enough to allow them to pop free. I can watch her reaction in the mirror, which is beyond hot.

  She bites her lower lip as I kiss down the length of her neck, while I simultaneously rock my hips, sliding my dick up and down the path of her ass while my hands feel her full breasts and pinch her peaked nipples.

  “We’re going to get caught,” she whispers, but her hips tell a different story.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you someday,” I tell her, my breath hot in her ear.

  “I want you so badly,” she says. “Inside me.”

  “I’m going to give you an orgasm and then I’m going to shoot a big load on that ass.”

  “Levi—“ she gasps.

  Just then, there’s a knock at the bathroom door.

  We freeze momentarily.

  Whoever it is knocks again, twice this time.

  As they knock, I begin sliding my cock between her cheeks more vigorously. Something about knowing we have to be quiet, we shouldn’t be in here together like this, is making it even sexier.

  And I can tell that Cadence feels similarly, because she pushes into me again, and now I’m sliding the head of my cock around her perfect asshole, and then up her crack, back down again, and she’s slick with my fluids.

  I reach my hand around and begin rubbing her folds, and she’s soaked between her legs. Her cunt is open for me, and I’m rubbing her clit furiously.

  The knocker has apparently gone away, which is just fine with me.

  I slide my cock once more across her pert asshole, and then I’m shooting my cum all over her backside, covering her butt cheeks as I groan and close my eyes.

  “Oh, oh….oh God, Levi.” She begins shuddering and I feel her coming with me as I rub her cunt with my fingers.

  When it’s over, I grab a bunch of toilet paper and clean her ass and throw the remnants in the toilet.

  “I might need to stay in here and clean up a little more,” she says, sighing, but she’s got a cute, sexy smile going and I can see she’s enjoyed this as much if not more than me.

  Her face and neck is flushed, and I lean in and kiss her hard again.

  Fuck.

  I still want her—I feel like I could go again right now.

  Instead, I exit the bathroom and wait outside for her. Nobody, thankfully, was listening at the door, and the reception is still going full swing down the hall.

  This whole thing is crazy. It’s absolutely absurd.

  Cadence comes out a few minutes later, looking fairly well put together considering what we just did. She shakes her head at me and rolls her eyes.

  “You’re too much,” she says, blushing yet again.

  I grab her hand and pull her close to me.

  And maybe it’s how I feel when her body’s pressed against mine or perhaps it’s the fact that I watched her cry her way through the wedding, but right now I can’t imagine ever not touching her, not kissing her, not being with her.

  The emotions I’m feeling are surprising and a little disconcerting.

  And then it hits me. I need to take a deep breath and try to think clearly for a moment.

  Levi. Get a hold of yourself. You hardly even know this girl. So you got caught up in the emotions of everything, and yeah she’s very cute and sexy.

  But you’re not falling for her.

  YOU ARE NOT FALLING FOR THIS GIRL.

  This is business, plain and simple. You have a fucking plan to carry out and you’re damn well sticking to the fucking plan.

  With that little pep talk out of the way, I shake off my doubts and guilt and get ready for the next phase.

  “Want to go take a walk on the beach?” I ask her suddenly.

  “But your friends—“

  “They won’t miss us.” I give her a look and tug her hand again.

  Cadence gives a nod of her head and we turn away from the reception and toward the exit.

  CADENCE

  The sun is setting, and the evening is starting to grow chilly with the sea breeze coming in from the Atlantic. I shiver, my shoes hanging off my fingers at my side. Without a word, Levi slides his suit jacket off his shoulders and places it on mine.

  “Thanks,” I say, and in response he just nods.

  I still can’t believe what just happened. No man has ever done anything like that to me. It felt dirty and wrong and yet completely right all at once.

  Just remembering the way he felt against me, and how badly I yearned for him to slip his cock inside my pussy, to fuck me from behind…

  It makes me dizzy the effect Levi has on me.

  The bottom line is that I wanted to be taken in every sense of the word, and I’m still buzzing deep in my abdomen from the sensation.

  Everything between us this trip has been incredible, and I thought this romantic stroll on the beach would be even more incredible still.

  But since stepping out onto the sand of the beach, Levi has fallen silent.

  We’ve come so far in such a short period of time. I’ve let him into nearly every part of me, and it seemed like he was letting me in too. But as if suffering from buyer’s remorse, he seems to have retreated, and now it’s like I’m left with just the outside of him—a shell.

  I want to see his eyes, feel his warmth once more, but he won’t even look at me.

  We stroll silently, the only sound the rush of the waves. He’s holding my hand, but is otherwise completely disconnected. I’m close to asking him what the hell is up when he stops short in the sand.

  “Cadence, we need to talk,” he says, his voice gruff, his eyes focused off in the middle distance of the ocean.

  “Okayyyy,” I reply, and I’m all but certain this is the I’ve made a huge mistake conversation. I brace myself for it, telling myself I knew this was all too good to be true. That he was too good to be true.

  I don’t need him.

  He turns to face me, the water lapping gently at our toes as the tide goes out.

  “Cadence, what I’m about to say is going to sound crazy. I feel crazy just thinking it. But I don’t think I can go another minute without saying it.”

  I want to reply, to encourage him, but I can’t find my v
oice. He takes my other hand in his, until we’re standing just as Logan and Julia did at the end of the aisle. And that’s the first moment where I get a glimmer that maybe this might go the other way.

  “I’ve spent the last decade working my ass off, first in college, then law school, and then at the firm. I’ve sacrificed everything to be the very best at what I do. And I have no problem telling you that I am. I am the best.”

  The way he says it makes me shiver, and I have no trouble believing that it’s true.

  “I thought I was happy,” he continues. “I thought that was what I wanted, was all I needed. But then you walked into my office, and everything changed. I don’t know how to explain it. I wish I could. But there’s no explanation for the fact that in just a matter of days I’ve fallen completely head over heels for you.”

  My breath escapes me like a bird flying off into the horizon. My mouth drops open, but before I can say anything, he lifts a finger and presses it to my lips.

  “I’m not done, and I’m afraid if I don’t keep going I’m not going to be able to say it.” He takes a breath, his gaze flicking down to his toes, which are rapidly disappearing into the sand. When he glances back up at me, our eyes meeting, there’s all the depth of ocean reflected in them. Every part of me grows warm, and I prepare myself to listen.

  To remember it forever. To record this memory for replay later, because I know I’m going to want to.

  “I want to be with you. Forever. Starting now, and never stopping.” He shakes his head, the slightest smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “This is the craziest thing I’ve ever done, which really just tells me it’s absolutely right.” Then he drops down, settling his knee in the sand, the tide soaking his navy suit pants. He gazes up at me, a mixture of complex emotions written all over his face. “I don’t have a ring, and believe me, we will fix that, but I can’t go another second without asking, without knowing it for sure. Cadence Fallon, will you marry me?”

  The recent days play out before me like a montage: standing in front of Maxon Law waiting to go in for the interview, sitting opposite Levi for the first time, the drive here where we talked about our families, that first kiss in the hotel room, the first time he touched me, the first time I let him push me over the edge.

  And even though I agree with him wholeheartedly that this is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard, and if you’d told me last week that Levi Maxon was going to ask me to marry him I’d have told you I was just as likely to put on a clown suit and swim to Iceland, I also agree with him that in some way that’s what makes it right.

  Because I know I’m falling in love with him and I want to take this chance.

  I know that this feels right, somehow.

  So even though every part of this seems like a dream, I’m wide awake when I gaze into his ice blue eyes and smile.

  “Yes. Absolutely yes I will marry you, Levi Maxon.”

  LEVI

  The lights are low in the gallery, a soft orange glow coming in through the windows from the streetlights outside. The space is empty save for the paintings on the wall, a show of vintage Norman Rockwell paintings.

  They’re Cadence’s favorite. She always says she loves the sheer Americana that radiates from every stroke. Sentimental favorites, but I’m not ashamed of the sentiment, she says.

  It’s been a week since we returned from the Cape, and for the past seven days we’ve kept our secret.

  She’s spent nearly every night at my place, though she’s resisted my request to actually move in. She trudges back to her dad’s house in Southie each day for new clothes and to make an appearance.

  As real as it all seems, every morning I quietly remind myself that the feelings I have for Cadence are not actually real.

  I’m an actor who’s gotten so deep into his role that he’s forgotten exactly who he is.

  But despite my conflicted feelings, the plan goes forward. It has to work, even if my own soul is forfeit because of what I do to reach my goals.

  I pat the pocket holding the ring box for maybe the thousandth time.

  As soon as we got back from The Cape, I set off through the city looking for the perfect ring. And I finally found it at an antiques dealer in Cambridge, a 1920s art deco piece with a single karat diamond flanked by sapphires and smaller diamonds. The sapphires remind me of the ocean waves the day I proposed to her.

  I shake my head to try and clear away the memories of that day at the beach.

  The proposal was an act, I remind myself.

  None of this is real, so stop being such a goddamn sap.

  “Levi?”

  Cadence steps into the gallery, her gaze bouncing from painting to painting until she finds me standing in the back. I told her I’d gotten her private viewing of the show, which isn’t scheduled to open for another few days. Afterwards, I said, we’d go out to dinner, then head back to my place.

  But as soon as she enters the gallery, the look on her face tells me she knows this night isn’t like other nights.

  She looks gorgeous in a pair of skinny jeans, high-heeled boots, and a gauzy lavender top that falls off one shoulder. Her hair is in loose waves cascading down her back, and as always, minimal makeup allows her natural beauty to radiate out of her.

  For a moment, I’m hit by a wave of guilt.

  Maybe—just maybe—I should tell her the entire truth before we go too far and I can’t take any of it back.

  Maybe I care enough about her to start fresh, to forget about the business, about my father screwing me over, about anything but Cadence and me.

  Maybe it’s time to put someone else at the top of my priority list for a chance.

  Cadence.

  Us.

  Together with no lies or secrets to hold us back from real happiness…

  But then I steel myself once again, beating back the weak thoughts and the guilt and knowing that to go against the plan now would be to betray myself completely.

  “Don’t blow this,” I mutter to myself as she crosses the floor towards me.

  As soon as she’s in front of me, I reach into my pocket, pull out the black velvet ring box, and drop to one knee. I pop open the lid and smile up at her. “Cadence Fallon, will you marry me? Officially?”

  She smiles, barely noticing the ring, and instead leaping into my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck.

  The fact that it feels so good is not lost on me.

  “Yes, you ridiculous idiot, of course I’ll marry you!” She says. “Yes tonight and every other night you ask.”

  I laugh and put the ring box directly under her nose. She finally takes notice, her eyes lighting up as she gasps.

  “It’s perfect,” she whispers, and I slide it carefully onto her finger. “I’ve never once imagined my engagement ring, and yet somehow this is exactly what I’ve always wanted. How did you do that?”

  My heart surges at the unfettered joy she experiences.

  “It seems I have a knack for giving you exactly what you want,” I reply.

  “You know what this means, right?” She smiles ruefully.

  “What?” I ask, wondering for a moment if she maybe somehow already knows the truth. But of course, she has no idea what I’ve done.

  “You have to meet my parents.”

  I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Not a problem,” I reply. “I make first impressions for a living.”

  “Yeah, you say that now. Just wait until you meet them.”

  We kiss, and if there weren’t a bank of floor-to-ceiling windows looking out onto the street in front of us, I’d peel those jeans off right now. My mouth waters for the taste of her. But that will have to wait.

  A lot of things will have to wait.

  CADENCE

  Brenda has been eyeing the ring on my finger for days.

  Tonight, she’ll finally get to meet the man who bought it for me.

  My stomach lurches at the thought of what she might say when she meets Levi for the first time.

  I decided not to tell her or my father anything about our weekend on the Cape until Levi actually put a ring on it, but when I came home Sunday morning with the vintage sparkler on my left hand, there was no hiding it anymore.

  “What is that,” Brenda asked the very second I walked into the door, and as if I wasn’t clear on what she was talking about, she pointed right at the ring.

  She and Dad were parked in the living room watching a Lifetime movie and eating pancakes on plates balanced on their laps. Sunday morning is the only time Brenda will allow eating in the living room.