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He takes another heavy sigh and goes back to stabbing his food. “If you fuck me over, I’ll make some in your honor. Kinda hoping it doesn’t come to that.”

“It won’t.”

And he rolls his eyes.

“I’m telling you. I wasn’t kidding when I said you’re mine now. If you want to get rid of me, you’re going to have to kill me. Until then, Iownyou, baby.”

Now,thatmakes him smile.

At the same time, I can’t help thinking about one of the first things he told me. “What happened to your last boyfriend?”

“He died.”

“I know. How?”

“Henri was murdered.”

Well, shit. Don’t I feel like the biggest asshole now, especially after the joke I just made. So even though I want to ask when andwhere and all sorts of details, I keep my trap shut. No wonder the poor guy is so paranoid about letting people in.

I gesture for him to come here and he does, straddling my lap with his feet on the floor. Cas reminds me of an animal that got hit one too many times, who’ll bump up against your hand for affection then flinch from the contact if you move too suddenly. He eases into my touch when I wrap my arms around him, and I have to say, gaining his trust bit by bit feels so much more rewarding. There’s still the whine and the automatic roll of his hips when I plunge my hand down the back of his shorts, but the rest of him doesn’t pull away. He buries himself deeper against me, panting against my lips while our faces almost touch until he can’t take me rubbing and grabbing his ass anymore. Cas steals a kiss, humming with pleasure against my mouth. His lips taste so sweet from breakfast. Almost as sweet as him.

I get to spend the entire day with Cas, which is amazing. Is that too much too soon? Probably. But I’m a possessive fuck who wants to dominate everything about him, including his time, and he loves the attention. Like I said, we’re made for each other.

After breakfast, we retreat to his bedroom, which is as impressive as the rest of his house. Even more impressive is how I resist pinning him to the bed and fucking him the minute we enter, because all I can think about is the nights he took my calls while in this very room. Most impressive is how he winds up being the one to climb on top of me the second he gets me on his bed.

Getting me horny is a dangerous thing. And while I’m sure the state he’s in isn’t unbearable, he’s got to be sore today. The last thing I should do is fuck him, least of all the way I wantto. However, I very much get the sense he’ll let me if I try. The reason being, it’s not what he wants theleast. The last thing he wants is me touching his cock, so guess what we’ll be doing?

With Cas still perched on top of me, I wrap my hands around his hips, which snap in my direction. Seeing a guy get turned on is always sexy, but with Cas, knowing that’s wholly dependent on me and nothing else makes my cock swell.

“What have you got for toys?” I whisper.

“Why?” Cas sounds amused, but he’s also not jumping off my lap and running.

“I’ve got an idea.” He rolls his eyes, but before he can say more, I cut him off. “Trust me.”

Cas shifts begrudgingly, but he points to the nightstand, anyway. I can reach from here. Good to know he’ll let me rifle around in his drawers. Not that I really need to because the guy isorganized, which really doesn’t come as a huge surprise but it’s still funny to think of someone being that anal.

There isn’t much in here but I don’t need variety. I know what I’m looking for and I find it. First, lube. Cas raises a brow, and he’s laughing at me when I drizzle it down his shaft like I’m saucing a hotdog. And since he’s plopped back down to perch on top of me, I drip quite a bit onto myself. A small sacrifice.

“How turned on are you?” I ask him.

“Enough.” Such a brat.

“Enough to fuck something?” And before he can respond, I slide the fleshy tube over his cock and hold it there.

It appears I’ve taken him off guard, but still in a good way. Cas gasps from the immediate pleasure, bucking back to the few slow strokes I’ve given him. I figure the toy would be a good compromise, since he can’t feel my hand on him even if I’m the one holding it. He leans even more into me while he thrusts forward, simultaneously letting his head roll back.

“Does it feel good, baby?” I ask, despite knowing the obvious answer.

Cas simply nods, and he’s already begun moaning.

“Then let me stick mine in, too.”

His head snaps back forward, visually digesting what I’ve said.

“You’ll only feel my cock on yours,” I whisper. “Can you do that for me, baby?”

Cas drops down lower and smirks with his face right above mine. “I’m not moving from here.”