"Damn," Cade swore to himself as he tried to put his clothes back on again. That did get way out of hand - again. He had never meant for it to go that far. He had only wanted to warm her up a bit and transfer some of his frustrations onto her.
Instead she had been so responsive he could not contain himself. And the following release had simply been earth shattering. He had never before experienced anything like that. This obviously had some potential, he thought. But perhaps it was best to give her some space before pounding on her again. He would give her a few hours. That was all. Then they would have a serious discussion. He was not letting her get away from something that felt so good.
Now where had his pants gone? No way if he was going to let Mrs. Anderson or Sam catch him wearing only his boxers. That would surely make their tongues wiggle even worse than they already did.
***
The cold air hit Erin as soon as she walked out the door. Only a pity her sanity had not returned earlier. How on earth had that happened? She had fucked the boss right there in his office and in the middle of lunchtime. Geesh, how had she managed to forget that? Anyone could have walked in and caught them both butt naked while fucking their brains out. Or heard her screams as she gained her release? What would people think of that? She had never behaved this wanton before, and she was not sure she liked this new personality trait. Maybe it was the clothes?
No, of course it wasn't. She was a grown woman and she knew far better than to blame some innocent clothes. Well, innocent was perhaps not the best word and they were hardly whole anymore. She chuckled. They had practically ripped their clothes off each other. Talk about randy hormones. Maybe the coffee was spiked after all. Either way, this had to stop now. No more dalliances and no more men - especially not the hot and hard muscled type that was also their main suspect of criminal offence. No way.
She sighed. What a loss. The man was a great lover with good stamina and a body one could kill to possess. Under any other circumstances she would have thrown herself head over heels and fought for a chance to be near him, but there was more to a man than met the eye. A lot more, and she was aching to possess him one more time. And maybe there was a chance she could?
Still, she was old enough to realise this would not last. They could have some great sex for a few weeks and that would be it. Her relationships had never lasted long, and she did not anticipate this one to last either. In the mean time all they had to do was keep the sex and work separate. Or perhaps it would be best to simply avoid the man all the time? It was only two months left of her assignment here, and she was still not sure of his innocence in the embezzlement. She had simply forgotten about the whole thing when he had started touching her. How could she have fucked their main suspect? What if she had disclosed anything during their passionate encounter? Oh god, what an amateur she was.
What would Warren think if he ever heard about it? She could always tell Warren she seduced the man in order to make him confess. He would certainly find that hilarious for a few minutes before firing her butt. Or she could simply tell Warren the truth. That he was the sexiest man she had ever met and that her panties simply caught fire every time she met him. Well, that would surely convince Warren about her madness and give her the dismissal she wanted to avoid.
All right, there was really only one option open to her. No more fraternising with the enemy -- at least until he was cleared of suspicion. After that...who knew what would happen then. Most likely she would tie him to her bed and fuck him day and night until she tired of him. Yep, that did sound like a nice plan or at least a tempting fantasy. But for the time being she had to stay as far away from him as she could.
***
The next few days passed with an ice front between Cade and Erin. She had refused to speak to him when he had come to see her at the evening of their encounter. She was angry about something. He had gathered that much from her brief responses and testy manners. Typically female, he thought. Always getting furious over tiny details. And typically enough he had no idea what that tiny detail could be.
Lasting relationships was not something he knew much of, as his affairs rarely lasted more than a few months. But he had understood that women did not think logically and that they were even more difficult to interpret for a mere man. He was not likely to find out what the problem was either, because every time he asked about it she closed down immediately and told him to let it rest for a while as she was thinking.
"Thinking about what?" he had asked but never received a reply. He found it terribly frustrating. What could possibly be the problem with them having wonderful sex together? It was not like they were getting married or something...
Now, wait a minute, he thought. That was
it
. Of course, that was just what the problem was. She wanted them to have some sort of relationship. For him to confess she meant more to him than a common one night stand. She probably wanted to get married as well. They'd had sex and in a woman's mind that usually meant they would have to marry. Or at least she would want him to confess to feeling more than just lust. Of course.
Why hadn't he thought about that sooner? It was so typical female that he should have caught the scent of it days ago. But did he want to marry her? He was not sure yet, but he would like to know her better. Much better. And in a bed the next time. He would have to tell her as soon as possible.
***
"Marriage? You're joking, right?" Erin was standing in the doorway of her apartment as she had refused to let him inside. That should perhaps have given him a clue. She was still angry, was she? Oh well, she might have misunderstood what he was trying to say.
"Well, I said that we might get married some day," he explained. "Not that we had to do it right away." She just snorted and he tried to explain what was crystal clear to him. "So, you see there is no reason why we should not continue to be together."
She still looked at him as if he was completely daft. "You actually want us to get married, is that it?" she asked him straight out. But before he managed to answer past the lump in his throat she continued. "You're not one of them Christians are you? The one's that can't have sex before marriage?" He shook his head. "Because it seems we have to clear up a few things," she continued. "I never intended to keep you, you know."
"You didn't? It was just sex, is that what you mean?" He was getting annoyed now.
"Yes, it was just some fun and uncomplicated sex," she answered looking him directly in the eyes. "I like your body and your stamina, and I have decided that I would not mind prolonging our affair, but that's all there is to it."
"You like my body?" he growled through clenched teeth.
"Yes, of course I do. And especially a certain part of it," she stated while giving his crotch a tell-tale look. Now his anger had mounted to a higher level. The woman was a man-eater by the looks of it. A goddamn shark was she, who slept her way to the top of the corporate ladder and he had fallen for her head over heels, even thinking about marrying her. Damn, how could he have been so stupid as to let her reel him in so easily? He was used to women wanting him for his money, but for his body? Well that was a new one. He barely controlled his anger. He didn't want her to think she had hurt him in any way.
"And you would like to prolong our affair? Fuck me whenever I want to?" he asked crudely.
"Sure."
"H'mmn, I'll have to think about it. Decide whether I want another taste or not," he stated while roaming his eyes over her body as if he was contemplating if she was worth his time or not. She did not like that one bit if her heightened colour and the anger growing in her eyes were any indication. He forced a laugh and left her standing in the doorway.
***
"So, how is it going?" Warren's voice beamed through the receiver a few days later.
"Terribly," Erin answered truthfully in a depressed tone. "I can not find the least proof of any embezzlement having occurred at this company. Everything seems to be in perfect order and I've looked through all the files and checked everything I could think of. Everything seems to be in perfect order and nothing indicates Mr. Mason as anything other than an honest businessman."
"H'mmn, well then maybe I was wrong after all," Warren admitted. "Perhaps the embezzlement is at the supplier instead?"
"I don't know," Erin admitted. "At least I have not found anything yet. But I can keep on searching if you want me to. Although I would prefer to go home now."
"What? You don't like the wilderness?" Warren asked laughingly.
"Oh, the wilderness is fine. It's so quiet here you can almost here yourself think and the fresh air is refreshing. It's the people that are the problem. That Mason fellow hates me, for instance."
"Cade? But he always seems so friendly?" Warren interjected.
"He hates women, so it's no surprise you have not noticed, Warren. You are of the wrong sex, after all," Erin teased him.
