Sullivan Brothers: Resisting Destiny Part 5

Cayson closed his briefcase and shot a glance in her direction. His smile was infectious, and she grinned. She placed a palm over her stomach, squashing the nervous flutter that had chosen that moment to make an appearance. It seemed lately Cayson couldn't look at her without her pulse racing and her heart flip-flopping.

What the h.e.l.l is wrong with me? A guy gives me one kiss and suddenly I can't function? Get it together, girl!

She shook the feeling off, keeping her perfect smile in place. She'd been working hard too. Since the day Cayson had pushed a stack of files into her arms, and recruited her as his temporary a.s.sistant, she'd been helping him with the administrative pieces of this case. She'd even accompanied him to court, watching his legal prowess in action. He was confident in everything he did. The courtroom was no exception. It didn't matter to him if his client was innocent or not. Cayson lived for the compet.i.tion. Simply put, he loved to win.

"Thanks for all of your help," he told her as he approached. "You made my life a h.e.l.l of a lot easier."

She stood and slung her purse over her shoulder. "Are you kidding me? I should be thanking you. I'm learning so much by watching you."

His dark eyes brightened as his gaze swooped up and down her body, finally settling on the bare skin at the open collar of her white blouse. She felt as though he could see right through the thin fabric. As people filed past, he lowered his voice for her ears only. "So, you like watching me, huh?"

The huskiness of his voice sent tremors through her. When he licked his lips, her nipples tightened in response. "That's not how I meant it, but yeah, I do like watching you move."

"The feeling is mutual. Sometimes, I can't keep my eyes off you."

Her stomach was in overdrive now. She willed it to stop doing those d.a.m.n flip-flops. She averted her gaze from his strong, chiseled jaw and tried to focus on his hair instead. It was a mistake. That stray lock was brushing his forehead again, dangling like tantalizing fruit, begging her to tuck it back in place. Or better yet, run her fingers through the thick waves of hair.

Cayson was all man, and right now, she was totally unequipped to handle his a.s.s. She felt like prey being stalked by a hunter. But was he attracted to her? Or was he simply enjoying the game? Sometimes, she didn't know how to take him. He ran cold one minute. Hot the next. At this moment, Cayson Sullivan was definitely hot for her. Maybe winning made him h.o.r.n.y.

She tore her gaze from his handsome face, and looked around as the courtroom emptied. "So what now?" she asked.

"Now, we celebrate."

They stopped at a bar called The Chute. When Destiny asked Cayson about the strange name, he told her the original owner was a former CEO who opened the bar with money he'd received from a golden parachute. Now, it was a local hangout for lawyers. Some went there to lick their wounds from getting their a.s.ses kicked in court. Others dropped in to brag about their wins. They stayed there for a few hours, socializing with the steady stream of JADE staff that came through the doors. Phaedra, Destiny, and a few other ladies from the office grabbed a table and let their hair down, laughing and joking about office politics. At one point, Phaedra leaned over and whispered in Destiny's ear. "Looks like you've caught someone's interest."

Destiny didn't have to ask who that someone was. Cayson's eyes followed her around the room like GPS. Every move she made, she felt his gaze on her. It would have been creepy if any other guy had done it. But with him, it was erotic. She creamed in her panties at the thought of him l.u.s.ting for her.

She downplayed the attention. "You're imagining things," she told Phaedra. "There's too much eye candy here for Cayson to stay focused on me."

Phaedra smirked. "I've never known him to eat candy. He's more of a meat and potatoes kind of guy."

The two laughed, and Destiny was grateful that Phaedra changed the subject. She didn't want to think about Cayson's new fascination with her. Over the past few weeks, she'd felt a strong pull of s.e.xual attraction. She was trying hard as h.e.l.l to resist it. Like Cayson had told her over and over again, their situation was temporary. She was not about to waste time and energy into being his latest plaything. If and when she decided to sleep with a man, it would be on her own termsnot his.

Cayson celebrated so hard, Destiny didn't trust him to drive home. She wasn't sure how many Whiskey Sours a grown man could handle, but she'd stopped counting at six. The entire ten-minute drive from the bar to his house, she had to repeatedly slap his hands away as he attempted to fondle her thighs. She'd never seen him this wasted. When they walked through the front door, he was unsteady on his feet, so she let him lean on her shoulder as she helped him to his bedroom.

G.o.d! All these muscles are heavy!

He sang loudly as they walked. Something about an Irishman who lost his heart to a bonnie la.s.s in Devonshire. Wherever the h.e.l.l that was.

"Ssh!" Destiny admonished. "You're gonna wake the dead with all that racket."

He flopped backwards onto a king-sized sleigh bed. His long legs hung off the side of the mattress. This was her first time in his bedroom. It was tastefully decorated in black. Like the rest of the house, colorful artwork and masks adorned the walls. The only other furniture besides the huge bed was a sleek, black dresser with nickel hardware, two matching night stands, and a man's valet stand with a gray suit jacket hanging from it. An abstract red and white rug covered most of the wood floor. The dark curtains of his large window were drawn, and she imagined with all the natural light, he had little use for the three lamps that now lit the room.

The faint smell of his cologne lingered in the air like a pleasant memory. Just beyond the far wall, she saw the door to his master bathroom. Thinking of him in the shower lathering his body with soap sent a wicked thrill of excitement through her. She glanced at Cayson, hoping he couldn't read her expression, but he lay with eyes closed and arms outstretched.

She shook her head. The least she could do was remove his shoes and tie. She didn't want him to fall asleep fully dressed. She untied his laces and tugged on the heels of his black wingtips. They looked great with the pinstriped suit he'd worn earlier. She caressed the long lines of his feet, deciding to leave his silk socks on. Without them, his toes might get cold. When she reached up to loosen the fat knot of his tie, he grabbed her wrists. She pulled back in surprise, but he held her tight. His eyes flickered open and feasted on her.

"G.o.d, you're beautiful," he murmured.

Gooseb.u.mps puckered on her skin. His compliments always buoyed her ego, but she had to remember who she was dealing with. Cayson was a slick-tongued lawyer. He had a way with words. "Everybody looks beautiful when you're wasted," she answered.

"I'm not too drunk to realize how beautiful you are. Or how much I want you."

The look of longing in his eyes was practically her undoing. He held her gaze captive, and she was lost in the dark depths, wondering how deep his pa.s.sions flowed. He tugged on her wrists, pulling her on top of him. When he brushed her collarbone with his lips, she closed her eyes, relishing the feel of his hot mouth on her skin.

There was no hiding itshe was as hungry for him as he was for her. Heat spiraled through the pit of her belly and nested between her legs. If she put her hands between her thighs right now, she'd likely burn her fingers!

Cayson coaxed her mouth open with his tongue. She tasted the spicy sweetness of bourbon. She suckled, pulling and stroking his tongue. She couldn't get enough of him. His hands slid down her back and palmed her a.s.s, his long fingers squeezing and kneading. She moaned against his mouth.

Lord! He feels so good!

When his hips grinded against hers, white-hot sparks of pleasure shot through her. If he kept this up, he would turn her to putty in seconds. Her experience with men was limited. How could she ever hope to handle such a skilled lover? On the other hand, there was so much he could teach her if she gave herself fully to him. But was she ready?

Self-doubt kicked in. She dragged her mouth from his, and used his body as leverage to push herself away. "No," she shook her head. "I can't just...give myself. I don't...think..."

"No woman has ever left my bed unsatisfied," he boasted. His magical hands continued to stroke her. The tips of his fingers brushed against a distended nipple, setting her on fire again.

She wrenched away, putting as much distance between her and those heavenly hands as she could. She stood over him. "I don't want to be another one of your conquests, Cayson. I don't want to be the subject of office gossip."

He sat up, his dark eyes filled with desire. "Since when do you care about gossip?"

"Since I got this good job." In truth, she didn't care about what others thought of her. She cared what she thought of herself. Working at JADE had shown her there was so much more to life. She couldn't sell herself short. Cayson Sullivan could get coochie anywhere. He didn't need hers.

With strength she didn't know she had, she pushed him down on the bed, and walked from the room.

"Where ya going?" he called after her, his words slightly slurred. "Party's just getting started."

If she left him alone, he'd be pa.s.sed out in ten minutes. "I'm gonna slip into something more comfortable," she lied.

He closed his eyes and crossed his arms behind his head. "Okay, baby. I'll be waiting."

She closed the door behind her. He was going to have one h.e.l.l of a headache when he woke up alone in his bed.

Cayson dropped two antacids tablets into a gla.s.s of water. He watched as the tablets bubbled, and then filled the gla.s.s with their effervescent fizz.

That must be what my brain looks like inside my skull right now.

He waited for the mushroom of fizz to settle before chugging the entire gla.s.s. He burped, and immediately felt the release of pressure in his stomach. Now, he needed an aspirin to quiet the pounding in his head. He was getting too old to drink as hard as he had last night.

His office door burst open and it took a Herculean effort to raise his eyes to the intruder. He'd specifically told Byron to cancel all of his morning appointments. He was in no mood for idle chatter today. When his eyes landed on Destiny, standing happily in his doorway, he winced. Even the bright color of her red, wrap dress seemed to scream at him.

"Good morning!" she chirped.

"Jeez," he cradled his head. "Do you have to be so loud?"

"Oh, stop being a baby." She bustled forward, the tempting sway of her hips moving like a pendulum and hypnotizing him. His head might be f.u.c.ked up, but his d.i.c.k still worked fine. "n.o.body told you to get s.h.i.tfaced last night," she berated. "Knowing you had to come to work this morning. Some role model you are."

He slid his gla.s.s to the side. "n.o.body said anything about me being a role model."

"Remember, you're responsible for me now. What kind of example are you setting?"

How did she manage to be so cheerful? And look so great. There were no apparent signs of her drinking last night. Yet, he knew she'd downed a few. He saw her sipping c.o.c.ktails with Phaedra. He'd noticed everything about her last night. He couldn't keep his eyes off her. "Why aren't you hung over?" he demanded.

She tossed him an impish smile. "I know how to hold my liquor."

"Yeah, but I was drinking hard liquor. You only drank fruity drinks."

"And I know when to practice self-restraint. Something you haven't quite mastered yet."

He knew she was alluding to more than simply imbibing. She had a point. He didn't like limitations. So, he rarely imposed them on himself. He changed the subject. "You were already gone when I got up this morning."

"Phaedra had to be to work early. So, I had to be ready too."

Her willingness to do whatever needed to be done pulled at his heart strings. She never b.i.t.c.hed about anything. She merely accepted her duty and dedicated herself to the task at hand. Others could take a lesson from her. "You know, you don't have to carpool with Phaedra all the time. You can ride with me."

One of her sculpted eyebrows jumped. "I thought you said no personal contact at the office. I understood that to mean we can't be seen together coming into the office or leaving together. I may not pay attention to a lot of the things you say, but I didn't miss the part about you being ashamed of being a.s.sociated with me."

"I never said that." All this time that's what's she's been thinking? "I only inst.i.tuted that rule because I don't want you to get a reputation."

She sat on the edge of his desk and folded her arms across her chest. "You're the one with the reputation."

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes appraising the firm lines of her thighs. "What have you heard?"

"You're a hard man to keep interested. You like to have fun but that's about it. And you're not looking for a serious relationship."

"You've been here four weeks and you learned all that?"

"Actually, I learned it the first day I started work. You're a hot topic around here."

"Oh!" He clutched his heart. "And what do you think of me now?"

"You mean do I think you're a man-wh.o.r.e?"

"d.a.m.n! When you put it like that, it sounds so self-centered."

She shot him a dazzling smile that warmed him from scalp to toenail. "I don't judge anyone. I figure you haven't found the right woman to make you settle down."

He liked her thinking. It was true: he had no plans to settle down. Why should he? He was enjoying his freedom.

"But," she wagged a finger at him. "If you were my man, you wouldn't need to stray. You'd be fully satisfied."

He nodded. "Like I was last night."

She gasped, her pretty glossed lips commanding his attention. "I guess you weren't as drunk as I thought."

"Maybe."

"And to think you let me carry you in. My shoulder still hurts from dragging your b.u.t.t in the house!"

"You give an amazing foot rub."

She smirked. "I'm a woman of many talents."

The stirring in his trousers wanted to explore that thought further. The racket in his head knew he was not up to the task. Would he have been last night? h.e.l.l yeah. He relived their kiss in his mind like a sportscaster narrating a highlight reel on ESPN.

Sullivan moves in for the kiss. He goes deep. Destiny clings to him. It's in the bag, folks! Cayson Sullivan scores!

Sadly, that was all he remembered. He'd fallen asleep dreaming of peeling lacy underwear from Destiny's body. He hadn't meant to bring up last night, but Destiny's flirtatious conversation prompted him. The woman exuded s.e.xiness. And she had no clue how she affected him. There could only be one reason why she'd pulled away last night. She wasn't attracted to him. Usually, he could catch whatever woman he pursued. h.e.l.l, more often than not, he was the one being chased. He merely obliged his pursuers. But Destiny was different. It seemed she could care less whether he was interested in her or not. In fact, she'd gone so far as to dismiss his overtures as what amounted to frat boy antics.

Well," she stood with her hands on her hips, "if you're done s.e.xually hara.s.sing me, I've got work to do."

Her nonchalance challenged him. She was hot when she was in his arms, but outside of that, she kept her cool. He knew he shouldn't force the issue, but some rules were tempting enough to bend.

"Hey," he suggested, "let's have dinner tonight. My treat."

"Yeah, right. By the time you make it home, nothing will be open but Pork and Pancakes."

He chuckled. Pork and Pancakes was a local restaurant known for serving pancakes and bacon twenty-four hours a day. The sign above the restaurant showed a sumo-sized pig wearing wrestling trunks and lounging on a pancake.

"All that hard work doesn't count if the partners aren't here to see it," she chided.

He had been burning the midnight oil lately. "I promise, I'll come home early tonight. Will you wait up for me?" he entreated.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't hold your breath, counselor."

He smiled as he watched her exit. His fingers twitched thinking about how he'd had his hands all over her backside last night. Oh yeah. He'd be there on time tonight. He set his the timer on his Blackberry for six p.m. That would give him plenty of time to fight the traffic and arrive home at a decent hour. He'd made plenty of promises to women. Some of them he kept. Some of them he made only to get what he wanted. For the first time in a long time, he meant to follow through on this one.

It was amazing how much work Cayson could accomplish when he didn't have a zillion interruptions. Byron picked up on his cranky mood and acted as a sentry, guarding the door to his office from the constant barrage of people who insisted upon meeting with him.

He was working on a brief for a client when his oldest brother, Dane called. Cayson closed the door to his office and took the call in private. "What's up, bro? I haven't heard from you in d.a.m.n near a month."

"Through no fault of mine," Dane answered. "You're the busy attorney babysitting those plutocrats you call clients. Tell me something, do they pay you to wipe their a.s.ses too?"

"Only if I put it in their billable hours."

Dane howled with laughter. "Thanks, kiddo. I needed a good laugh."

Cayson chuckled with him. "I bet you do. There's nothing funny about 'til death do us part.' I heard Charly is dragging your a.s.s down the aisle."

"Yup. We're doing it next month."

"So soon?" Cayson propped his feet on the edge of his desk. Most people took months to plan a wedding. The bride wanted the perfect dress. The perfect venue. The perfect everything.

"We figured why wait? It's the second time around for both of us, and we both know what we want."