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“Oh, God—” The words are a broken cry as my body adjusts. “It’s . . . I’m so full.”

“Too much?”

I shake my head no, but a moan betrays me. “Yes.” I don’t know what I want more: for him to pull the plug out or for him to fill me with more. Bigger.

“Fuck my ass.” The words slip out unbidden.

Cade chuckles darkly. “You have no idea how much I want that. But you’re not ready, baby.”

“I am!”

“Not yet. Not here. When I do fuck your ass, you’ll scream my name so loud they’ll hear it in hell.”

Before I can argue, his fingers find my slick folds, and every protest dissolves on my tongue. The stretch of his cock, the plug, the pressure—it’s too much, too perfect.

By the time he starts thrusting again, I’m so primed that it takes only a few deep strokes before I’m sobbing through another orgasm.

“Christ,” Cade growls, his voice thick with lust, his hand gliding down my back to steady my hips. “You’re perfect.”

He waits until the last tremors subside before pulling out and spilling over my ass. I barely have time to catch my breath before he rolls me onto my back and enters me again.

A broken moan escapes my lips, my body too spent to do anything but take him. His lips brush my temple, his breath hot and unsteady against my skin.

“I just want to be inside you.”

I smile lazily, my hands running along the muscles of his back. “No complaints here.”

We stay like that, tangled together, his weight as comforting as his heart beating against my breast. Time feels suspended, the air between us charged with something deeper than just sex. Darker than love.

It’s trust, I realize with a start. It feels like we’re two halves of a whole.

“I thought I’d seen all of you,” Cade whispers against my damp skin. “But watching you tonight on that table, charming—dominating that room . . . That’s a fetish I didn’t know I had.”

A laugh bubbles out of me, and I wrap my legs around his waist to hold him closer. “You like to see me lead?”

He brushes his nose along my jawline. “I’d give anything to see you do it. Find you a crowd, a company, hell, a small fucking country. You were made for the spotlight, Luciana.”

I preen under his words, and a goofy smile spreads across my face.

“Can I ask you something, Cade?”

“Anything.”

“You had an argument with Phoenix earlier. What was it about?”

Hehuffs out a laugh against my neck. “Sounds like I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t take their eyes off the other.”

“Answer the question,” I insist, giving his hair a teasing tug.

He presses a kiss to my jaw. “It was mostly about running the clubhouse.”

I tilt his head back to lock eyes with him, then slowly twirl the rosary beads around my index finger. “So why did he grab this then?”

“I’ll let you guess.”

“He wants you to . . . uh, retire.”

“That’s nothing new.” Something cold flashes in his eyes. “The question is why he wants me to stop now.”