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Cane pulled up the article on his phone again and laughed. Dang that girl had sass. He didn’t bother knocking on the door to Alex’s office. He would much rather catch her off guard. The secretary downstairs had offered to walk him up and show him to Alex’s office. She was cute, not as cute as Alex but cute enough. Six months ago, Cane would have asked for the secretary’s phone number, he might have even used it. But he was done messing around. He’d had his fun but his injury had put things in perspective. He wasn’t getting any younger. He needed to quit wasting time chasing strange.
Chasing sass was another thing entirely.
“Hello, sweetheart. I can see from the look on your face you weren’t expecting me,” Cane drawled. The annoyance that flashed on her face was worth the drive over in rush hour traffic.
Alex’s eyes widened and her full lips fell into a perfect O. She was cute, not modelesque like he was used to. She was that cliché girl next door that everyone was supposed to be so excited about. Cane had never had a preference. It was more about a pulse and curves. Lock in and then move on. Her dark brown hair was tied in a knot at the top of her head, a pencil stuck through it to keep it anchored. She was wearing black-framed glasses which gave her just enough of the sexy librarian vibe to be hot. He had never been one for that fantasy, but why not? Time was of the essence and there was something about Alex that kept him in suspense. Kept him in the need to want more. To explore. His curiosity had been ignited and he wasn’t sure if it was about her insistence to try and embarrass him or if there was something more.
He glanced down at the picture on her desk: the football team at University of Oklahoma. Alex was standing beside the coach smiling. Of course, she was an OU fan. Maybe that is why she had it out for him. In college he’d played for their rival, UT.
“See you got the flowers I sent. Great article by the way. You’re still shit at research but you nailed the humor so I’ll give you a pass.” He nodded to the vase on her desk. He ordered three dozen red and white roses tied off with a blue ribbon: Texan colors. He didn’t sign the card. She would know they were from him.
Alex stiffened in her chair, visibly riled. Pink crept up her neck and settled on her cheeks. Alex stood up and walked around to the front of her desk. She straightened her back so she was standing at her full height. She was trying to look taller which was comical because Cane dwarfed her. He had a good foot in height and more than a hundred pounds on her. Standing up straight didn’t change shit about that.
“Of course you would send me flowers and address them to Ms. Lady Parts Reporter.”
“Of course,” he agreed. “You seemed pretty proud of your lady parts. Almost like you wanted to show me.”
There was a flash of a smile but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. “I can’t accept gifts from players over fifty dollars.”
“Well then that’s a shame cause this one is way over that price. But I won’t tell anyone if you don’t. It almost came under until I went and signed it. Damn my celebrity upping the value of things.” His mouth hitched up in a lazy smile as he handed her a wrapped package.
Alex eyed the box suspiciously. “What’s that?”
“Something you’re needing. And you’re welcome.”
Alex tore off the paper and examined the hardbound thesaurus. She smiled and shook her head. “Look at you, Corn Fed, you realized thesaurus wasn’t the name of a dinosaur.” Alex tossed it on her desk without bothering to read the inscription.
Cane laughed. “You like your big words but you use the same ones over and over. Shake it up a bit, Ms. Lady Parts.”
“Look at you, reading and everything. Or did you have someone read you the article, too?”
“Read it all by myself. Seems to me you went to a whole lot of effort just to see me. If you want to go out with me, Alex, just ask. You can stop writing bullshit articles to get my attention. You got it. So, what are you going to do with it?”
“I—I didn’t write it to—”
“Sweetheart, I respect you, don’t ruin it by lying. You want me so I’m here.”
“You are such a cocky bastard.”
“Cocky yes, bastard no. I knew my daddy. He was a good man. Now enough talking. Let’s go to dinner. I’m hungry. Let’s do this.”
“I don’t date football players,” Alex scoffed.
“Then consider it research, cause you need all the help you can get.”
“What are you talking about? I did my research.”
“That’s even worse, if you got it wrong after research. You might want to reconsider your career path.” He made a pained expression.
“What? What did I get wrong?” she challenged.
“Sweetheart, I’m not going to do your job for you. I don’t see you running interference for me. Now get your coat. We have a date.”
“I told you, I don’t date football players.”
“Why not? Not because you’re not interested. Cause girl if you’re trying to keep your thing for me on the down low, that ship has sailed. Everybody knows about it now. The first article people thought you had a bone to pick but now everyone knows you got it bad for me.” He gave her a devilish grin.
Alex made an exasperated sound. “I don’t have a bone to pick. I just write the facts.” She was cute when she was annoyed. Pissing her off was more fun than he’d thought. He had just finished practice and had planned on going home and icing his shoulder but this was much more enjoyable.
God, she was cute like the younger sister of your friend you never noticed before then there she was. Nothing like the type he usually went for. Definitely not. Cane couldn’t figure out what it was. Other than, Alex was a refreshing change. Nothing trophy wife about her, far too mouthy for that.
“You want facts, sweetheart. I’ll give you a fact. You’re looking at me like you want me to kiss you. At least, I think it’s just a kiss you’re after. Who knows. You’re full of surprises.”
“I don’t want—”
“Sweetheart, what did I tell you about lying to me? Come on now. Respect the little intelligence you think I have.” Cane closed the distance between them. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her hard against his body. He spun them around so he could sit on the side of her desk so he wouldn’t have to bend to kiss her. The corners of his mouth pulled upward into a smile. “I don’t hear you saying no,” he whispered.
Alex opened her mouth to protest but it was too late, Cane had already pulled her in. He used her open mouth as an opportunity for his tongue to explore. Her mouth was hot and tasted of cinnamon. God, she tasted good. And felt good. Her intoxicating scent almost had him losing his mind. He was kissing her to prove a point but he couldn’t remember what it was.
Her body was so soft and yielding, molding into his own. Damn. He deepened the kiss, wanting more of her. Alex’s hands went to his shoulders, holding onto him for support. She moaned into his mouth. The soft sound sending all non-essential blood coursing to his cock. She felt it, she must. It was pressed hard against her belly. Shit, he’d have her flat on her back in two minutes if they kept this up. This was not why he came here. Those days were behind him. His cock hadn’t received the message yet. His body was ready to be ball deep inside her. His mind, however, was not on the same page. He wanted to mess around with her brain, not her body. This is what his brain kept on repeat. Yet his body ignored this idea.
With a groan Cane pulled away. Damn. Who was this woman? She looked like a librarian but she kissed like a...and the way he responded to her. Damn. He had not expected that. He cleared his throat. “Now that we cleared that up, you can stop pretending you didn’t want to kiss me.”
Alex’s eyes narrowed. “Your tongue was in my mouth. I don’t recall signing up for the oral inspection.”
“Sweetheart, you moaned.”
“Corn Fed, I make that sound with my vibrator too. Don’t flatter yourself.”
“You got to admit I’m better than a piece of vibrating silicone.”
Alex threw back her head and laughed. “First of all, it was only a kiss and secondly, that’s not saying much either. I’m better than my vibrator. I can make myself come in ninety seconds.”
There was a flash of defiance in her eyes. He knew that look. He had exploited that look his entire childhood. He could make his younger brother; Cord play catch with a hornet’s nest or jump off the train track bridge just by daring him. And the look in his brother’s eyes was the same. Cord never said no to a dare. And neither did Alex. Cane would bet his pride on it.
“I’ll do it in sixty,” Cane said more casually than he felt. His cock strained against his trousers. He wanted her. Now.
Alex bit her bottom lip. He was instantly jealous of the white teeth sinking into the soft flesh. He wanted to be tasting those lips again. Alex took off her watch, and played with the buttons. “Sixty seconds, Corn Fed and then game over. No replays.” The defiance in her eyes had morphed into desire. Her light brown irises glowed with it.
He was doing this. Tomorrow he would work on not having meaningless sexual encounters. Tonight, he was going to make her come. Cane made a show of lacing his fingers together and cracking them.
“Tell me when to start the clock.” Alex tapped her phone as if she had not a care in the world.
“Oh, you’ll know, sweetheart.”
Cane lifted Alex up and set her down on top of her desk. Slowly he stripped her panties off and put them into his pocket. He pushed up her skirt until it was high on her thighs. He stood back and admired her pussy, black curls in a thin strip over full pink lips. Cane was overcome with the urge to bend down and lick those lips. His cock responded to the thought by thickening to almost painful proportion. Damn he wanted her. He really wasn’t expecting this when he’d decided to stop by. He wanted to tease her a little, rile her up, then leave her panting and begging him to satisfy her. But now making her come was the only thing he could think about. He wanted to see her eyes hooded with desire. He wanted to push his finger inside her wet pussy as she moaned his name. Damn he was hard. He couldn’t remember ever being this hard.
Cane pulled her knees apart. Her lips opened enough to showcase the glisten of her arousal on the intimate pink folds. She wanted this as much as he did. He could happily bury his head in there and not come up until morning. What did she taste like? God, he wanted to know. Needed to know.
Cane ran the back of his hand over her black curls. His index fingers separated her lips and found her clit. He stroked her softly. Usually he liked to go slow, learn a woman’s body, make them both work for their release, but right now, he didn’t have time or the resolve. He needed to make Alex come hard. And fast. Alex took in a sharp breath.
“Start the clock, sweetheart.”
Her nostrils flared. Her response made it clear she hated when he called her sweetheart, so he would be sure to keep doing it.
Alex fumbled with the watch. It beeped when she hit start, counting down his minute. He got a minute in her pussy. Sixty seconds to touch, explore, enjoy. Damn she felt good. So soft and wet...hot. If his cock got any harder, he just might come in his pants.
Cane studied her face, watching for signs of arousal. Her eyes closed briefly, her lashes barely touching her cheek when his finger pressed into her. She liked it, being fucked with his finger. He smiled to himself, knowing he was pleasing her. His thumb rubbed tiny circles against her swollen clit. Alex’s breath came in soft pants. She definitely liked it. Her eyes were closed now. They were squeezed tight as she concentrated on his hand fucking her.
Alex moaned. The sound deeper than the one she’d made in his mouth, more guttural, it reverberated through her. Over and over, he slid in and out of her until her hips bucked. “Ahh...” The beeper suddenly went off signaling their time was over.
“Should I take it into overtime?” Cane breathed against her ear.
Alex swallowed hard as she nodded.
“No, sweetheart. Tell me. Say the words. Tell me you want me to make you come.”
“Yes...ahh....yes...please make me come.”
Cane’s smile deepened and a feeling of pride spread through his chest. His thumb rubbed harder against her swollen nub. He dropped his head and captured her mouth with his. Alex moaned into his mouth as she came. Her body shook as her inner walls tightened around his finger. Damn, he wished it was his cock deep inside her pussy. Next time. Next time it would be he promised himself. Cane waited until the last tremor faded from her body before he withdrew his slick digit.
Cane gently pulled down her skirt.
Alex opened her eyes and smiled. “Wow, Corn Fed. Football strings aren’t the only thing you know how to grip.”
Cane laughed. “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, can we go to dinner?”
Alex hopped off her desk and slid her skirt the rest of the way down. “I told you. I don’t date football players. I mean it. I don’t. Ever.”
“But you’re happy to let me get you off on your desk?”
Alex raised her hand. “You did good, Corn Fed. High five.”
Cane laughed again. She wanted to high five after he made her come. No. He shook his head. That’s not the game they were playing. He pulled her hard against him and kissed her, more deeply than before. He had to strain his neck to reach her, but it was worth it. He kissed her until she moaned. Satisfied, he pulled back.
“Get your coat, sweetheart. I made you come and now I’m buying you dinner. I usually do it the other way around. But we’ll make this work. When we tell the grandkids this story, we will skip the part about you being finger fucked on the desk. We’ll just leave it at you wrote a bullshit story and I bought you flowers because I’m a gentleman.”
“Cane Clayburn, you are no gentleman,” she objected as she reached for her coat. It was obvious she was going to entertain a dinner with him. Future family life was something else. That was the long game. Cane was amused and ready for the next play.