“Sorry about that.” I wave a hand toward their office. “It’s all yours.”
I hurry off and don’t look back.
Confrontation was a terrible idea.
Caden is dangerous, and unpredictable.
I need to stay as far away from him as possible.
And for the love of God, never let him touch me again.
Caden
That went well.
What the fuck was I thinking?Kissing Cat had not been the plan, but she’d stood there, all adorable and flustered, talking about sexually harassing me, and I’d gotten an impulse.
A horrible impulse I should have ignored, but I didn’t. And now I know what she tastes like.
I look at Gwen and Jackson, who are watching me with avid interest.
Of course Cat took off like a bat out of hell, leaving me to deal with this mess. I clear my throat. “Distillery business, but that’s taken care of, and I’m all yours until I’ve got to make my rounds.”
Gwen laughs. “Is that what you’re calling it?”
“That’s what it was.” I shift the bill of my cap low on my forehead. “I’ll clear out.”
Jackson nods. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Sure thing.” I walk back down the hall and into the airy kitchen, returning to the stool I previously vacated. I take off my hat and run my hand through my hair.
I can still feel her hot little mouth on mine.
I grit my teeth. And the drag of her pussy along my cock.
I shouldn’t have kissed her, because I was close to just unzipping and taking her against the door.
I don’t know what came over me, but she would not stop talking, and her nipples were hard under her top. And fuck, I just wanted her.
So, like a bastard, I took what I wanted, consequences be damned.
Which is always the problem with me.
Jackson comes into the kitchen, saving me from having to think about it anymore. Or at least that’s my hope until he says, “I thought you and my sister would be able to keep a check on your attraction, but I see now that was too much to ask for.”
Well, those consequences caught up to me quick.
Foolish of me to think he wouldn’t notice. An image of Cat swims before me—her skin flushed, her eyes too bright, her lips swollen. I’m such an idiot.
I meet his gaze, direct and steady because I can’t afford to lose ground. I’m not going to insult his intelligence, but I have to make it seem like I’ve got it under control.
I shake my head. “It won’t happen again.”
“You sure about that?” Jackson leans back on the stool and scrubs a hand over his jaw.
I give a sharp nod. “I’m sure.”
He narrows his gaze on me. “My sister isn’t prone to acts of passion.”