Page 55 of The C Agreement

I schooled my face. “Nothing.”

“Liar. Tell me.”

Ugh. “I don’t want to tell you.”

“If it involves the two of us in bed, you’d better tell me.” He slid his hand down my stomach and in between my legs. “This is mine, remember?”

“Fine. I don’t like to be on top, okay? It’s my hard no.”

Cade blinked down at me. “So, I can tie you up, bite you, and boss you around in bed, but you riding me is off-limits?” Tenderness crossed over his face. “Babe, I’m sure you’re not that bad at it.”

I laughed. He was so sweet but so clueless.

“No, Cade. It has nothing to do with skill. I don’t like the way it makes me feel.”

He looked at his hard shaft and back to me. “We can always take it slow. I know I’m big, but—”

With a hand on his cheek and a thumb on his mouth, I stopped him. Because if he kept talking, I might change my mind and get on top of him.

“No. I mean, I don’t like the way it makes me feel about myself. I know you find me sexy, and I love that because it makes me feel sexy. But when I’m on top, I feel…big.” I closed my eyes. “I hate it. I hate feeling like that, and I hate that I feel like that because there is nothing wrong with being big.” I opened my eyes and gritted my teeth. “There is nothing wrong with being fat.” Turning my head away, I admitted, “It makes me feel like all the work I’ve done on myself means nothing, so I’d rather avoid it altogether.”

Cade used a finger to slowly turn my head. “How long do we have left together?”

I quickly did the math. “If you count today, twenty days.” I wrinkled my nose. “Why?”

“Because I have twenty days to show you that you’re just as sexy on top of me as you are under me.”

I snorted. “Good luck.”

“Baby, I don’t need any luck.” He grinned, pulled his leg out from under me, and climbed over faster than I could protest. Pushing my hair out of my face with both hands, he said, “I guess we’ll have to do this missionary.”

“Or doggy,” I offered.

“I like the way you think,” he said, pulling down my pajama bottoms.

I flipped over and lifted my ass. “Do me a favor and pull out.” It would save me cleanup time.

Cade pulled me to the end of the bed and thrust deep inside me. “Never. When I come, I come inside you.” He pushed my shoulders down and said, “I want to think about my cum being inside you all day.”

TWENTY-ONE

CADE

I couldn’t stop thinkingabout what Rayne had told me yesterday morning. It made me frustrated and sad. It also made me very determined to show her how good she could look while riding my cock.

Quickly, I adjusted myself before someone walked into the storage room, looking for me. I was searching for a box of coasters. I was not supposed to be thinking about Rayne and sex.

After a couple more seconds, I found what I was looking for and headed out to the dining room.

“Jana,” I called out to the server who had been looking for the coasters. “Found some,” I said when she turned around.

My phone rang just as I handed them over to her.

“Hey, Beau,” I answered. “Give me a minute so I can get to my office.”

Once there, I closed the door.

“What’s up?” I checked my watch. “Aren’t you at work?”

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