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I don’t understand hohy I’ve garnered Cain’s interest, but I’ll hold onto it as long as I can

Every inch of ive it to hi that I possibly can Which doesn’t feel like very much, especially compared to what he’s so freely offered to e I don’t knohat to do I don’t see how this can go on indefinitely And yet no part of ht now

Perhaps he senses my presence because Cain suddenly turns to lock eyes with aze drifts downhis lip "I hope you don’t ers stretch the plain gray T-shirt of his that I’ as I make my way down the steps I found it folded neatly in his top drawer and I couldn’t help but put it on It reaches h obviously laundered, it still somehow smells like Cain

He places the cup in his hand down on the side table and silently strolls over to wait forBy the sudden tilt of his head and his focus, I’h to cover the fact that I have nothing on underneath When I reach the landing, his hand grabs onto the front of it, hiking it up around my waist as he pulls me into him "I would prefer you without this" His hands slide down along rip of my bare ass

"What, like some sort of sex slave?" I tease as I inhale the scent of soap Cain has showered I, ht’s bedrooht now It doesn’t seehter

"I tried to wake you up thisbut you sleep like the dead," he says absently, a soft smile on his lips as his attention roams my face

I scrubbed my makeup off before I came down I also took out the contacts I can do that much for him, at least

"I could use a slave," he , thigh-tingling kisses on me and I silently thank God that I at least used his toothbrush to clean my teeth

"Hainst histurned andbackward to keep my balance as his powerful fra,into the couch, just as Cain’s track pants hit the floor

The serous "I lied"

"I really like waking up to you in my home," Cain says as he slides a cup of coffee across the counter tomy eyes roll over Cain’s arms, his chest, down his sto above o firlance up, I see hi me with an a about I quickly distractintently on it

He couldon a shirt

But he won’t

I think he likes h that Charlie Rourke is a drug trafficker and a retired stripper Now I’ve turned her into a sex fiend

With a chuckle, Cain states rather than asks, "You e and peers inside "condihs "Sorry, Karina--my housekeeper--comes in twice a week to clean and replenish staples I’et this stocked" Throwing the door shut, he pulls a piece of paper and a pen out of a drawer and asks, "What do you like?"

Cain is rocery list For rin playfully at hiet an arched brow in return "Really?"