Page 19 of Claiming His Property

Just seeing his arousal awakens that fuzzy feeling between my legs once more. It’s just like the first time we met, only way more powerful now that I know what it’s like to have him inside me.

“As badly as I want you,” I whisper, “I’m starting to get cold out here.”

“You’re right. It is cold,” Cade chuckles. He stands, and I once again marvel at his physique. His cock hangs from between his legs like a baby’s arm. “Let’s head back.”

I can’t keep my eyes off him as he dresses, and he holds my hand tightly as we hike back up to his truck. He even holds the door open for me and closes it once I’ve slid in, just like my dad used to do for me when I was little.

Safe.

That’s how I feel around Cade. Among so many other things.

Safe.

It’s a short drive back to Cade’s house, which is actually on the side of town where my aunt lives. It’s not the ultra-luxury side where the uber-rich live, but it’s still nice, especially compared to the trailer park where I live.

“Wow,” I remark as we pull up to it. “You must do well for yourself.”

Cade grins. “It took a long time to make it here, I’ll tell you that. And I’ve still got a long way to go.”

This man just keeps getting more and more impressive. This side of town is the side we call “old money,” meaning generational wealth, people whose parents were rich and left them a substantial inheritance. The fact that Cade got himself this far on his own is a testament to his character.

We kick off our shoes at the door, and he leads me into the kitchen.

“I’m not sure what I’ve got in the fridge,” he says. “But we could always order something–”

“Care to let your new woman cook for you, Daddy?”

He smiles. “Oh, I’ll let my new woman do anything for me.”

Feeling all fuzzy inside, I open the fridge and find he has some fresh salmon just begging to be cooked. I hold it up to him.

“Want to taste my secret recipe?”

“Haven’t I already tasted that?” he asks with a sly grin.

I feign coyness and put a hand over my agape mouth. “You dirty, dirty man!”

Cade chuckles as he comes over and wraps his arms around my waist. “You love it.”

He goes out back and starts up the coals for the fire pit as I prepare dinner. By the time the salmon and mashed potatoes are finished, he already has a table set and drinks poured for us. All that’s left for me to do is bring out the meals like the dutiful woman I am tonight.

I can’t even explain how warm and fuzzy it makes me feel to walk out the door and place the plate I’ve just cooked down in front of him. He looks up at me and smiles, the firelight dancing across his perfectly chiseled jaw and cheekbones, and reaches out and pulls me in for a kiss.

“Thank you, sweetie.”

“Of course.” I smile.

I focus intently as he takes his first bite. I’m practically on the edge of my seat. And when his face lights up, a wonderful feeling comes over me.

“Do you like it?” I ask.

“You could be a professional chef,” he replies. I laugh. “Speaking of, I don’t think you ever told me what you do besides drive me crazy with your sexy good looks.”

If it were brighter out here, he would see me blushing like crazy right now.

“Well, I just started apprenticing at the Dark Forrest Tattoo parlor.”

“Really? You must be a talented artist.”

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