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“You’re lying,” she said annoyed. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“It’s supposed to be a surprise,” Cade said.

“I guess I can dip into my savings,” Sheridan said.

“No,” he said. “We talked about this. We agreed up to a twenty percent overage was acceptable.”

“But I can compromise and we can have fewer things in the kitchen or the bathroom,” Sheridan said. “It will keep the costs down.”

Cade brushed a hand through his hair, gathered it behind his head. “We aren’t changing a single thing in the kitchen or the bathroom. I made upgrades because I saw you left out things you wanted.”

“Because they were costly,” Sheridan said.

“This new ship will be our home,” he said. “We’ll spend most of our time in it, raise our kids in it, and make love all over it. I don’t want you leaving out things because of a damn number.”

“But,” Sheridan said. He pulled her in, kissed her hard, wiped her mind.

“I have money,” he said. “Consider it an anniversary gift or a birthday gift or I love the way you make love to me gift.”

“We have to be fiscally responsible,” Sheridan said against his chest.

“You are the best when it comes to budget and money,” Cade said. “I want to splurge a little. It isn’t much. Long term, you’ll put it to good use.”

“Are you sure,” Sheridan asked.

“Yes, I’ll go further to tell you, I won’t make any more changes without talking to you first,” Cade said. “However, I have one condition.”

“What,” Sheridan said.

“You make more desserts,” Cade said. “The lemon pie you made was heavenly.”

“You have a sweet tooth,” Sheridan said.

“I have a taste for you,” Cade said. He backed her up, shed her clothes without her noticing as he gazed long into her eyes.

“Cade,” she said in the soft tone he adored.

His hands checked the crate behind them to make sure if he set her there, it would be smooth. Lifting her, he started nibbling on her lips. “Let’s see how we do on making you climax,” he said.

She laughed and sighed as his mouth nibbled along her jaw line, teased her lips apart. “Oh, you aren’t playing fair,” she said.

“You like when I don’t play fair,” he said. “Now, what should I nibble on first?” He cupped her breasts, teased her nipples. His hand slid down her body, teased her clit, found her wet and ready for him. “Sheridan, my love.”

“Yes,” she gave him permission to do whatever he wanted with the one word.

His mouth tasted, tempted, teased her as he nibbled, licked his way from neck to collarbone to breasts. By the time he licked around her areola, she climaxed and clung to him. He stood against the crate with her legs wrapped around him, fully clothed while he pleasured her. He found if he kept his clothes on, he was less likely to ram into her. The minute he was naked, his cock demanded entry into her body. Clothed it merely screamed at him to be let loose. The screaming he ignored. He did it every day he was prospecting and she existed.

He teased her, tickled her ribs to make her laugh, nuzzled her breasts to make her sigh. She pressed into him. “Cade,” she said with a little more demand but not enough.

“You aren’t getting me naked that easily,” he murmured as he nibbled on the curve of her hip. He glanced up to see her hair streaming behind her as she leaned back on her elbows. Body arched, nipples taut, begging for attention. He went back to them. She growled, moaned, begged.

An arm around her waist, he licked his way down to her core, to her channel. “Stars, oh Cade!” Sheridan squirmed and bucked as he licked and sucked on her fold, her clit. Her body tightened, gripped his fingers as another orgasm rolled through her.

“Cade,” she tugged his shirt over his head. He growled when it interfered with him focusing on her and only her. “Dammit, Cade,” she demanded.

He knew this tone. “One more,” he mumbled as he teased her body, felt it quiver.

“I want you,” she said.

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