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I brought my hand up to cup his cheek and ran my thumb along his lower lip. Such a sensitive and caring man. Always considering the feelings of others around him. My eyes danced between his, taking in the worry behind his beautiful stare.

“I didn’t feel like I had to do that, Jace.”

I watched relief quickly fall upon his gaze.

“Good,” he said. “That’s good.”

“Can I be honest, though?”

“I always expect you to be,” he said.

“Now that I know what you hide, I’m not sure if you’ll be able to keep hiding it from me,” I said with a grin.

“Is that so?” he asked.

His eyes darkened all over again as his hands fell to my ass.

“I mean, that would just be a very teasing thing to do. Give me a small taste of all of that and then tuck it away. It’s like taking a child’s favorite toy away.”

“A toy, huh?” he asked with a grin.

In one swift movement, he was up on his feet. His hands gripped my ass, taking my body with him. I squealed as a smile crossed my cheeks. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to him as tightly as I could.

“Yes,” I said with a giggle. “A toy. It’s not fair, you know. I figured you’d be a fair man, if nothing else.”

“I always try to be a fair as I can be,” he said.

I felt my back descend to the couch in the middle of the room as his strong body hovered over me. His eyes raked down my form while his licked his lips. It had been so long since I’d felt this wanted and lusted after by a man. It felt nice. It felt wonderful to feel like a woman again.

“Well I can’t leave you going to bed with nothing but a taste,” Jace said. “That wouldn’t be very fair.”

“No it wouldn’t be,” I said.

“And I did tell

you I was a fair man. You know, when I can be. And I’m always a man of my word.”

I felt his cock growing against my thigh as heat pooled in my gut. I stroked my fingers through his hair and guided his lips to mine. I moaned into his mouth. Caved to the heat of his tongue. I felt his body blanket me in comfort and security as he fell into my curves. Every part of me filled him. Every piece of excess I had seemed to fit within the dips of his body perfectly. He ground against me, his cock rubbing between my ass cheeks as juices started dripping from my pussy once again.

“Jace,” I said with a whisper.

“Tell me what you want, Catherine.”

His voice puckered my skin, shooting goosebumps all along my limbs.

“You,” I said as my eyes connected with his.

I felt the tip of his cock slowly makes it way up towards my entrance.

“I want you, Jace.”

Then he slid into me without a second thought and filled me to the brim, giving into my commands and falling prey to my whims.

Twelve

Jace

“Miss Caffy?”

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