picky. He’d asked her once about what made up the perfect kiss, and her answer…damn, he was getting hard thinking about it. If a woman kissed him the way she described, he’d be putty in her hands. It was way more than lips and tongue. There was stroking and tilting, and pulling and biting…
Fuck.
Just fuck.
His hand stroked over his dick as remembered her words. Slow. Smooth. Caressing. A lick. A nibble. Hands in her hair, back tilting, breasts against his chest.
He threw his head back and a low moan broke from his throat as he climaxed. He reached over to grab a kleenex to clean himself off.
Dammit, Cass.
It wasn’t the first time he’d jerked off to that description. It was porn worthy. It was, though, the first time he pictured her—kissing her, and the way she’d feel kissing him back.
What the hell was that?
* * *
H e was grateful for the flight he took on Monday. He’d be spending a couple days in New York working on a new deal. He’d miss home, but this was his favorite part of the job. He’s schmooze, flirt, bargain, and eventually close the deal. There wasn’t anything in between. This new technology deal was his to lose, and Maddox never lost. When he decided on something, he stopped at nothing.
He was grateful for the distance. Friday had been intense, and he couldn’t stop thinking all weekend about what had happened. Not the movie night. That was pretty normal for the two of them. But after, when he took his dick in his hand and jerked off to her. Her! His friend.
He shook his head and opened up his email. Nothing had changed. He still didn’t want to date her. He didn’t want to ruin what they had to satisfy his rogue dick. He loved their relationship for what it was, friendship. He smiled at the first message at the top.
From: Cassidy Moore
To: Maddox Paul
Subject: WTF
WTF. You didn’t even mention on Friday you were leaving, asshole. Made me sit there through that horrid movie, and then you just disappear?
Miss you already. When do you come back?
From: Maddox Paul
To: Cassidy Moore
RE: WTF
Miss you too, Baby Girl. Punishment was warranted and served. Not until Friday night.
From: Cassidy Moore
To: Maddox Paul
RE: WTF
Hmmm…so you’ll miss my date.
His eyes widened at the screen. Date? What date? Oh, fuck, she must have given in to Lo and decided to give the idiot man another chance. He scowled.
From: Maddox Paul
To: Cassidy Moore
RE: WTF
Idiot man?
From: Cassidy Moore
To: Maddox Paul
RE: WTF
His name is Toph. And yes. Made Lo really happy.
He pursed his lips. Fine. He knew that he had encouraged it, but it didn’t make him happy. He pushed down his inner caveman and emailed back.
From: Maddox Paul
To: Cassidy Moore
RE: WTF
Fuck Lo. Are you happy?
From: Cassidy Moore
To: Maddox Paul
RE: WTF
Not exactly, but not unhappy. I’ll email you after. Give you all the deets.
From: Maddox Paul
To: Cassidy Moore
RE: WTF
Promise? I’ll be waiting. And I have plenty more Santoro waiting if you forget.
From: Cassidy Moore
To: Maddox Paul
RE: WTF
I’d laugh, thinking you’re joking, but I saw your queue. Emails to follow. XO
7
Cass
S he couldn’t believe she was doing this. She stared into her closet, heart pounding as she willed herself not to sweat off all the makeup she’d painstakingly painted on, she realized that she had nothing to wear. What did someone wear on a date? A real date. She hadn’t been on a real date in almost a decade, and back then it was all bars and beer. Ripped denim was as dressed up as anyone got.
“Loooooo,” she shouted to her friend. “Get your ass in here. What the fuck do I wear?”
“Pink. It sets off the color of your hair,” she shouted back.
“Get the hell in here, bitch! This is your doing, you fix it!”
Lo showed up in the closet doorway and began rifling through her wardrobe. “Pink blouse, nice, short puffy sleeves, fitted, cut low. Jeans, clean, dark, somewhat tight fitting, but not trying so