Chapter 186 - Little Kitty Wants To Play *

"Pray tell me what you think about..." He was sitting on the chair and his laptop rested on the table. He held his head in his palms as he waited for her to reply.

"You want to know?" she teased. No, shit Sherlock, he wanted to say.

"I asked you, didn't I?" She grinned.

"I like it when you are demanding. But not always." Cage scowled at her. But he couldn't stay irritated for too long. Her eyes danced with amus.e.m.e.nt. It was even better when she started to talk.

"When I was shopping, I thought of how you would take me out of the things I bought. If you would like them... how much you would like them." Just imagining his face when he saw what she was wearing would be a present for her. She would have to keep her camera handy to catch his expression.

"You were imagining me while you should have been working?" he taunted. Her face was priceless. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Why? Uncomfortable?"

"I admit, I had to draw the cover of a newly released e.r.o.t.i.c romance. I had to read the first couple of chapters to get a feel of the characters. Safe to say I was hot and bothered." He raised his brow.

"Is that so?"

"You'll see," she teased,

"You're going to ger punished for teasing me, again. Do you want to be taken over the knee and spanked the instant I get you alone? Again?" Was this supposed to be a threat? It sounded more like a promise. She wouldn't mind, but she knew he would.

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"Oh?" Like they would be able to stop themselves. The moment they entered the cabin, he would be inside her. She knew him well enough to know he wouldn't be able to resist. The couple of hours they would need to drive would be pure torture for him. She would make sure that happened. "I think your hands could be put to better use."

Cage was unbelievably horny all the damn time since he met her. In his heart, he prayed that it never went away. It would be a great problem if they spent too much time apart of if he was filming and he had a boner.

But he knew they wouldn't be apart for long. He just needed to be patient and they would be spending more time together in no time.

"What do you want these hands to do?" he asked, raising a hand and showing it to her. He watched as she shuddered. 'Glad to know I have the same effect on you,' he thought.

Katherine looked at his long lingers and remembered that he played the piano as a child. No wonder his fingers could play her so well.

"Do you want me to show you?" she asked. Her voice was husky and Cage felt his mouth drop open as she trailed her index finger down the side of her face, then her neck and finally down the line of her collarbone. He gulped, as her fingers dipped down between her b.r.e.a.s.ts, just at the beginning of her cleavage.

He had previously thought that he would be the one to initiate this conversation, but she had boldly done it herself. What a dream.

She cupped her right b.r.e.a.s.t and then squeezed it.

'This bodysuit is pretty comfortable,' she thought offhandedly. She saw the hand he was holding up clench as if mirroring her movement.

She leaned back slightly and then brought her other hand up to her left b.r.e.a.s.t and cupped it suggestively as well. "I wonder what your hands would be doing if you were here? Would they... continue?"

She dragged her thumb over where her n.i.p.p.l.e was. Cage wanted to cry because he could see just how excited she was to be doing this. The material must have been soft because he got a nice view of her hardened n.i.p.p.l.es.

"Continue," he said with a gulp.

"I am scared..." she began suddenly, her tone still teasing. "I believe in some conspiracy theories. What if someone was watching us on this chat and seeing me rub my tits for you?"

"I would find them and kill them," he said immediately.

"Killing a government employee will get you a longer sentence. Didn't you say you wanted to keep your name pristine?" She chuckled. "You can touch yourself, go on."

He did just that. He removed his hands from the desk and dove straight into his pants. She didn't have a view of him but she seemed okay enough with it. He palmed his c.o.c.k through his boxers.

"I think little Kitty wants to play. She doesn't mind being watched, is it?" Two could play at the game, Katherine. "Your hands are right where I want to be."

She let out a m.o.a.n. She moved her hands away from her chest and pushed the laptop further away, giving him a view of her thighs. Her left hand traveled down her stomach and moved ever so slowly towards her p.u.s.s.y.

She stroked herself through the material, smiling softly. "As you can see, I am not wearing anything under this. Just one clasp and..."

She was stunning in her confidence.

"Touch yourself," he breathed.

"Only if you follow me." He nodded vehemently. Moving his hand out of his pant, he quickly picked up the laptop and scurried over to his bed. He made sure that the angle was right and sat in front of it. "Do you have my lotion near you?"

Of course, he did. What sort of a crazy question was that? He would have carried it around in his pocket if it wasn't too creepy. The people he met would ask too many questions and he didn't need everyone to know that he had turned into a s.e.x addict. Only for her. Actually, it was the smell of the lotion that got to him. She smelled this way all the time.

He reached for the bottle that he had kept on his bedside table and held it in front of the camera to show her.