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I knew I needed to say something other than his name, but that was the only thing on the tip of my tongue. But when he pulled out of me again, I was afraid it was over, and yet I knew I could barely move. But instead he sat so his back was to the headboard, and then pulled me over him.

“Finish me, ride me. Take control. You’ve got this, Blakely.”

At the sound of my name on his lips, my eyes filled, and I lowered myself over him, knowing this would take him even deeper.

This was the most intimate I had ever felt, we were face to face, my breasts pressed against his chest. He gripped my hips and nodded slowly.

“I’ve got you, Blakely. You’re safe with me.”

Tears slid down my cheeks, and I rolled my hips, slowly setting the pace. He just nodded, and kept going, his jaw tensing as he was nearly there.

And when he pressed his lips to mine, and I cupped his face between my palms, he came, groaning my name, and I let the tears fall.

I hadn’t planned for tonight. I hadn’t meant for any of this. And I was truly afraid with this one moment, with the tears running down my cheeks, I was well on the way to falling in love with Aston Cage.

And that would be my sweetest mistake.

Chapter Eleven

ASTON

Rule #4: Cage First. Always.

For the second monthly dinner,we were once again at my place. We would begin to alternate locations, as well as perhaps even go to restaurants in the future. But for now, my home had the most room.

“I’m not quite sure I enjoy the fact that we have a spreadsheet for meals,” Dorian grumped, as he poured himself a drink.

I shrugged, and looked over at Sophia and James who were looking over the cheese board, and figuring out what was what. “If we don’t, we’ll miss something.”

“And what, we have to check in with the lawyer once a month with a selfie or something?”

“It’s what they want. At least he doesn’t have to come to these dinners with us.”

“Thank God,” Kyler said as he came out from thebathroom, drying his hands on his jeans. “Your towels are really fancy, and I didn’t want to ruin them,” he said with a laugh.

And I shook my head. “Please ruin them. Those are gifts from Mother, because apparently hand towels for Christmas were exactly what I needed.”

“And so you put them out so that way when she came over and saw them, you were in the clear.”

I nodded, a smile playing on my face. “You got it in one.”

Kyler shrugged. “I think Mom got me towels one year for Christmas, but it was because I was moving out and didn’t own anything of my own really.”

I sighed. “She got them for me this year. So please, use them, abuse them, and then I can toss them into the rag pile for cleaning.”

“What’s wrong with the towels?” Sophia asked, her brows raised. “Do they have embroidery on them or something with little flowers?”

“Yep,” Kyler and I said at the same time, and the other man, my younger brother, just winked at me.

“Little pink flowers with monogrammed initials,” he said with a drawl.

“Oh.” Sophia pressed her lips together, and I knew she was holding back a laugh.

“You didn’t say the best part,” James put in, before tossing a cracker and some form of cheese in his mouth.

“What?” Sophia asked, and I sighed, lowering my head. I really didn’t want to get into this part, but thankfully Dorian answered for me.

“It’s not justhisinitials.”

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