Cake Love: All Things Payne (9 page)

"Well, I guess we will remain mile high club virgins for a while longer Henrik."

She pats me on the back as I get dressed like she's my team mate and we just finished a game.

"Definitely on the return flight."

She nods and holds up her hand as she opens up the door. Looking out and then back at me she waves me forward.

"The coast is clear. The stewardess isn't here and from what I can see in the aisle most everyone is asleep."

We creep out and ease back into our chairs hoping no one noticed. That's when our giggle fit starts.

Chapter 10

Payne's Rule Four: Don’t drink, it weakens people’s resolve

I’m drunk. Wait… wait… I’m not drunk per se, but I have been drinking a lot. Yeah, I’m drunk.

I hold the scotch up to the light and look through the deep amber colored liquid trying to see Morgana. She appears brown. Even her hair has a dark mahogany tinge to it. Her lips are almost black.

I close one eye...nope still brown. Perhaps if I stop peering through the glass it might help with the color scheme.

"So Morgana, Edgar here tells me you are new to the company?" Garrett Marson, the head of our British distribution center, scoots his chair closer to her while eyeing her cleavage.

Would I be fired if I threw this tumbler at him? What about just a punch to the junk? This English Lothario with his 1980's Don Johnson 5 o'clock shadow needs to watch where he casts his eyes or I might just have to recreate the Revolutionary War up in here.

What is worse than having to listen to his drivel about streamlining production and increased worker something, something, something...who cares? Watching Morgana act as if this British rapscallion (that’s right, I went old school with my insult) is Prince William is so much worse. She is practically spreading her legs for him right now. It really is embarrassing for her to do that at dinner in such a fancy restaurant.

"Yup. Worked here for almost four months, well if you don't count the one month in February where I was working at a bank." Morgana glances at me. What? Oh now she wants to rub that in my face, that I got her fired from Mimir so she had to take a job with the bank. Then got her fired from that, both of which involved my dick in her crotch. She wants to get it all out in the open while she is over there on the other side of the table probably fucking him with her foot.

"Let's whip it all out in the open shall we. Let's all look at Mr. Payne and his crazy cock. It’s Captain Cock to you!" I point at Garrett who seems surprised by my actions. In fact as I glance around the table everyone is wide eyed and staring at me. What? Oh, like they don't name their privates.

I stand abruptly or at least try to, knocking the chair to the ground. Whoa, this room is a little tilty.

"I don't have to stand here and take this. I'm heading back to the hotel."

I stumble away and suddenly feel a strong arm wrapping around my waist. Looking over I see Edgar's smiling face. Oh Edgar you have always been there for me.

"You really do care don't you Edgar. I love you man. I really do." I squeeze him tight pushing our cheeks together.

"Okay Henrik. I am going to put you in a cab and Morgana is going to make sure you get into your room."

I turn my head to see her with our coats walking beside me. I lean in to whisper in Edgar’s ear, “I love her Edgar. She’s the best!” Okay, so that last part might not have been a whisper like I intended.

He rubs his ear as we walk through the front door to the street. There is a door man who runs out to hail a cab.

"Sure you do Henrik. She's a great assistant."

I shake my head. He doesn't get it. Nobody gets it. Before I can explain what I mean he is helping me into the back seat of a black cab. The door opens wrong and I laugh. Cars are so weird here.

Once I am buckled in, which Morgana makes sure of, the taxi takes off. My head flops in her direction.

"You like him don't you." I try to sound aloof but my voice is a little too high pitched for that.

"Whom are you talking about?" She scrunches her brow and it's so cute. She is adorable and unbelievably sexy in the little black dress she is wearing. It's so small it's wrong, but I like wrong.

"Snooty Mr. Marson that's whommmm!”

She laughs and throws her head back. My heart melts a little with the sound.

"Oh Henrik you are drunk. I have no interest in Mr. Marson other than to learn about the distribution center. You seemed to be too busy downing scotch to notice that our entire conversation revolved around the company."

"I'm not drunk. I don't drink."

Now she is snorting and puts her hand on my knee. The warmth travels up my leg and starts to wake Captain Cock.

"Henrik for a man who doesn't drink you seem to have done it enough times around me."

"Yeah, well...you seem to bring out the worst in me."

I regret the words as soon as they exit my mouth. The look of anger and, even worse, disappointment on her face sober me up a bit.

"I didn't mean that. I...I..." She cuts me off with a wave of her hand.

"Spare me Henrik. I may bring out the worst in you, but at least I don't use you and toss you aside any chance I get. I try my best to treat people with respect, something you don't seem to be familiar with."

She adjusts her body to look out the window and watch the lights of the city race by.

The remainder of the car ride is silent. I run my hands through my hair a lot, and I think I might have chipped a tooth from clenching my jaw so much. Once we get to the hotel she walks off. I take the elevator alone to my room and am surprised when I see her outside my door waiting.

"Changed your mind about me have you? So you want to get on your hands and knees and earn my respect?" Again, I want to take back the sentence just as it escapes my lips. For some reason that sounded much better in my head.

Morgana rolls her eyes and groans.

"Just open the fucking door. Despite my better judgment I want to make sure you don't throw up in your sleep and kill yourself. But keep pushing it Henrik and I will be more than happy to sleep in my own bed leaving you only with luck to keep you alive."

I fumble with the plastic key and push open the door. She barges past me and heads straight for the mini bar. I walk into the bedroom which looks as if Jane Austen threw up cream wainscoting and then shit little flower patterned pillows all over the room. Peeling off my clothes I leave a trail on the thick blue and gold wool carpeting until I am just in my black boxer briefs. Suddenly there is a sharp coldness hitting my back causing me to jump.

"Here drink these." Morgana pushes a water bottle and a coconut water into my hands.

"Ugh, coconut water. Are you trying to make me hurl?"

Her eyes are trailing my body which is causing my cock to come to life. I love it when she looks at me like that, as if I'm her cake.

"Just drink it. Trust me it will keep the hangover away."

I take the bottles and start to guzzle the water but keep my eyes on her. Morgana walks over to an overstuffed large floral patterned chair in the corner and sits. Tossing the now empty plastic water bottle away with a burp I peel off the tab to the coconut water and place it on the side table.

Staring at Morgana I want to tell her how I feel. My body needs to curl up next to her on that chair which looks like it belongs in my dead Grandmother’s basement and not a five star hotel. Perhaps it’s the scotch talking, but I want to hear her heartbeat in my ear and just sniff her like a dog in heat. Yeah, it’s the alcohol talking.

Heading over to her I kneel directly in front of Morgana. Pushing open her legs I scoot closer and brush my hands along her thighs.

"I don't beg Morgana. But I will apologize for my crass words tonight."

I lean into the inner part of her mid-thigh and give a little kiss. She inhales deeply and I return the favor to her other leg.

"Apology accepted. You’re drunk, so I understand the verbal diarrhea. But it doesn't mean anything is happening tonight. You have been drinking and I don't want to take advantage of you."

My lips curl into her silky skin as my teeth give a little bite. She jolts and then shudders as a tiny squeak escapes her lips.

"But I like it when you take advantage of me. To make up for not answering your question yesterday how about this, for every question you ask me and I answer, I am allowed to spend thirty seconds fucking you with my tongue."

Her tongue darts across her robust lip as a moan escapes her mouth. The woman can easily be swayed. Put a slice of cake in front of her or my tongue, and she caves. She won't admit it but Morgana loves when I tell her what I plan on doing to her.

My thumb creeps inside her slick folds and moves back and forth in a mild rhythm. I smile as I notice she never put back on her panties from the plane ride. Her mouth falls open as her eyes darken for me. She is perfect like this. I have been attracted to other women before but Morgana has them dissolve before my eyes.

I pull my thumb away and bring it to her lips. Her tongue darts out guiding it inside and it's the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Me and her combined in her mouth, drinking in our heat. I can't stop myself when I bring my lips to meet hers. Removing my thumb I grasp her chin to tilt her head to meet me. My mouth overtakes her and I am savage in my need. Synapses are exploding and the more my tongue dances with hers the more it craves. Her mouth tastes of honey and lemons. That sweetness combines with the heady scent of her and I know I'm drunk again.

My lips move to her neck to sample more as my hands dig into her thighs causing her to moan from the pain.

"You kissed me before my orgasm. Why the change?" Her voice is husky as I feel the vibration in her neck.

I pull away and look at her half hooded eyes.

"Fuck that rule. That rule gets in the way of being with you. I only want to be with you Morgana. I want to taste you and tease you. I want to hear you laugh and then make you moan. I want to fuck you and then cradle you in my arms. But most of all, I just want to be near you."

Her eyes go wide and a hint of a smile manipulates her lips.

"I believe that answer earned you a full minute Henrik."

My hands push her knees wide so she is spread before me. She is teasing me with her fingernail. Her head falls to the side as her finger sends shivers up my arm as she traces a path along my wrist.

Watching her and having gotten to know her these many months I realize this woman is made for me. Why did I fight it for so long? My cock twitches to remind me that I need to get to work.

I lower myself and bring my lips to the apex of her thighs. She is soaked and my tongue darts out to take a taste. Her legs start to come together but I push them back. Focusing my attention back on her sex, I lick at the soft walls of her entrance.

Taking my time with my tongue I delicately trace around her clit and notice her starting to push into me. I can't help but smile as I tease her. Morgana groans and tries to push my finger over her stiff nub. I straighten and grab her hand placing it on the arm rest.

"Times up," I announce trying hard not to laugh as I watch the irritation play in her eyes.

"Oh...uh...how did you get those scars?" The question tumbles out of her mouth and for a moment I am shocked. I've forgotten about them and realize no one has seen me without a shirt on in over a year, until her. It's not something I talk about.

Morgana must see the surprise in my eyes as she sits up and cradles my neck with her hand.

"It's alright; you don't have to talk about it. I promise you can still go down on me for as long as you want without answering the question."

Brushing my lips over her mouth I push further with a long, slow kiss. When I pull back I can see more than just lust in her gaze.

"I'll tell you later. Let me finish what I started first."

I bring my forehead to hers and we still for a moment as I try to memorize this moment. She is mine. I can't let her go, not even for a job. If I lose my position with Mimir for this, then so be it.

I kiss her forehead and breathe her in before I pull back to gaze upon the woman of my dreams. My head dips to her thighs and I give a small kiss to her knees before looking back up at her.

"Each tremble you make Morgana is for me. When you moan and your body twitches from my touch it is just your body's release of the intense pleasure I give you."

As my tongue returns to her drenched lips she moans and her back bows as my fingers move inside her. My eyes flick up to watch Morgana’s head fall back. Her scent fills me and I can’t seem to get enough of her. I groan as she trembles and her fingers curl into my hair pulling me closer.

“Henrik,” she whimpers as she raises her head and I notice her eyes are almost black from her dilated pupils. My touch becomes more urgent as she begins to ungulate toward me. Time isn't needed with her as her release is quick but powerful. I slow down my movements and watch her head fall back as she pulses around my fingers; her desire running down my hand.

Her dazed expression when she lifts her head causes me to smile.

"Please fuck me Henrik," Morgana begs and I always long to hear her mutter those words, but tonight we need our sleep.

"Not tonight Sweetcakes. Tonight was to make up for the lousy shit I have been. Maybe tomorrow we can play."

She lazily grins at me and I take her hand in mine and kiss her palm, willing Captain Cock to give me a break just for tonight. I help her to her feet and undress her. We curl up in the soft white linen bed and I do what I should have done yesterday afternoon, spoon her until we are fast asleep.