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When I crawl back into the bed, he’s watching me closely. “What’s happening in that pretty brain of yours?”
“Nothing.” I roll toward him and wrap my hand around his dick that’s hard and ready to go.
He reaches down to remove my hand, looking like it’s the last thing he wants to do.
At my frown, he says, “Talk to me. You don’t like morning sex?”
“What? Why do you think that?”
“I realized I got carried away and didn’t pay attention when you said no before.” His eyes are searching mine so earnestly, trying to get a read on me, andgod, I love that he’s a man who is so aware, who cares this much.
“I was just grumbling about the time. I don’t hate morning sex.” I give him a pained look. “Having said that, I think I have to say no to you today. I don’t think my legs or vagina can take you today.”
He grins. Or more accurately, he smirks, and I don’t even want to remove this one from his face. He’s too damn sexy for my own good.
His hand goes to my hip and curves over my ass so he can drag me closer. “So, just today?”
I ignore the way my core screams, “Yes!Just today!”
“We’ll have to see,” I play with him. “Because it turns out that when you put your mind to making me take it all, you get the job done real well.”
“Jesus,” he says. “Has this mouth always been so filthy?”
I arch a brow. “Oh, that’s not filthy. I’m learning what filth is from you, and that’s nowhere near close.”
“Right. So, I need to stop feeding you carbs, and I need to pace your pussy better. Got it.” With that, he presses a quick kiss to my lips and then leaves the bed.
I stare at his naked ass all the way until I can’t see him anymore, and then I collapse onto my back and commence praying for divine intervention.
This man.
We don’t have sex. We do shower together and he manages to restrain himself. Then, he makes coffee and breakfast. When he leaves for work at 7:30 a.m., he kisses me and tells me to take my time. No rush to leave.
I don’t intend on taking my time, but I do spend a minute collecting myself after he’s gone. I sit on his bed and check my messages in case Tim needs me for anything. It turns out my brother can take care of my daughter without any help. I find silly photos of them that he’s sent through, and a photo of her in her costume for today, smiling and happy.
I let my head fall back and release a sigh of relief that all is okay with Sarah. That’s when I see them. Three cameras. Discreet. But watching. Cameras I missed while Gage fucked me in here last night.
It doesn’t surprise me. I mean, he owns a company built on intelligence and security, and he runs on control. On protection. Of course, he has cameras in his home.
What does surprise me is the question that hits next.
Did he record us?
And if so, is he going to watch it back?
Because that’s exactly where my brain goes.
Tohim watching.
And instead of being creeped out, I’m not. I’m hot and bothered, like I just got caught enjoying something I shouldn’t.
Which is fine. Totally fine.
I mean, it’s not like I know for a fact he recorded us. He may have turned them off last night.
But also, maybe he didn’t.
Oh god.