“You got a perfect ass.” Cade squeezed her cheek. “I can hardly wait to get both hands on it.”
Once in her bedroom, he dropped her on the bed and immediately turned to check out her room. Feminine but not frilly. Modern but not austere. She’d clearly worked hard to fix it up, and if he hadn’t known to look for signs of the break-in, he wouldn’t have been able to tell the room had been totally destroyed.
He liked the ornate wrought-iron headboard, and the pristine white duvet, not so much the purple silk cushions scattered on the bed since they served no useful purpose and would inevitably wind up on the floor. The clean white lines of her night table and dresser appealed to his taste for simpler things, and of course he checked out the framed pictures of her kids and friends. No pictures of Benson, he was pleased to note, or of Mad Dog. And no pictures of her parents.
“What’s with the cuckoo clock?” He pointed to the gingerbread-house-style clock on the wall, so at odds with the rest of the decor.
She blushed. “My grandparents on my mother’s side were from Bavaria. When I ran away from my uncle, I left behind all my mementos, but I saw this clock in a pawnshop and it was almost identical to the one my parents had in our kitchen. I was surprised Jimmy didn’t destroy it.”
“If it makes any noise when I’m inside you, I might have to rip it off the wall.”
“Don’t worry. I turned it off. It was set to wake me for work.”
“I’ll find you a new job.” He leaned against her dresser. “One where you can sleep in so I can fuck you all night long. Tell me where and what, and I’ll make it happen.”
“The restaurant.” The idea formed in her mind even as the words dropped from her lips. “I want to manage it since you now own it after making Stan sign the deed over to the Sinners. We had a solid customer base and great staff, and now they’ve all lost their jobs. I’ve been working there longer than anyone, and I took business management courses when I started my degree. I think I could make a go of it.”
He liked it. His woman working for a Sinner business. Anything that would keep her in Conundrum, he would do. “I gotta run it past the board. I think they’ll go for it, but on one condition.”
Her forehead creased in a frown and Cade laughed and kissed the creases away. Damn she was cute when she was riled.
“What condition?”
“You gotta finish your degree and then help me with the Sinner finances. You can work with the legit businesses and I’ll handle everything else. We’ve got too much work for one person to handle, and we can’t trust any outsiders.”
“I would consider that, but I have a condition, too.” She tugged the tank top over her head and he immediately put aside any thoughts about jobs or conditions. Damn she had nice tits. And beautiful curves. Soft, creamy skin …
“Cade. Up here.” His mind cleared enough to warn him she’d been talking and he’d been … distracted.
“I’ll need help with the restaurant and tuition until I get things going, but I don’t want you to give me the money. I want a loan so I can buy the restaurant from you and pay back the tuition. The restaurant always turned a good profit, so I don’t think it will take that long.”
His heart swelled with pride. His woman. Working for his club. Was there ever a greater aphrodisiac?
Dawn slid her shorts over her hips, inch by inch, slowly revealing what he was burning to see.
Yes, there is. He lunged. She backed away.
“You didn’t say anything about my conditions.”
Cade gritted his teeth. The only condition he cared about right now was the condition of his cock, which was hard and throbbing and in need of release. He lunged again and Dawn shook her head.
“This is my show.” Dawn held the shorts just above her mound, running her thumbs along the edge. His mouth watered and he couldn’t drag his eyes away. He’d heard talk of women who had men by the balls, but he’d never thought it could happen to him.
“What does that mean?” He liked women who knew what they wanted in the bedroom, but he needed to be in charge. He’d had no control growing up as a child, watching his mother suffer and being unable to stop the abuse. Now that he had the control he so desperately craved, he couldn’t give it away.
She lowered her shorts another inch. “I was going to seduce you, strip off your clothes, tie you up, take you in my mouth, and make you beg for release.”
“Here’s the problem with that plan.” He licked his lips when she let the shorts drop just enough for him to see her golden curls, glistening in the soft light of her bedroom lamp. “First, the minute I see you I am seduced, so no effort required there. Second, you don’t strip off my clothes unless you’re naked, else I’ll be ripping things off you. Third, no one ties me up and lives to tell the tale. And fourth, I never lose control.”
“Never?”
“Never.”