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“Cain,” I whimper as the intensity builds to breaking point.

“Not yet, little dove,” he commands, thrusting hard. I don’t know why I’m holding off, but the threat of an unknown punishment is enough to heed his warning. His relentless tempo pleasures me beyond my wildest dreams as he moans and plunges into me while pulling my hair tighter, causing me to whimper.

“I can’t hold on,” I squeak as my body shakes.

“A little longer,” he demands as he continues to pound into me.

I moan so loudly I’m sure I hear laughing coming from the other room, but I don’t care because I’m so close.

“Fuck, Makaylie…now.” His fingers dig into my hips so hard I know it will bruise as he pulls me deeper than I thought possible, hitting every damn spot there is. I shake uncontrollably, my back arches, and I pant harshly while everything tenses and releases in ecstasy.

Cain unloads inside me, jolting a few times with a long, drawn-out groan. My arms give way, I fall onto my stomach, and he follows behind me, finally letting my hair go.

My scalp prickles when my hair moves back into its rightful place. Cain’s weight crashes on top of me as he rests his head on my shoulder while we both pant and come down from our high. He tenderly kisses my cheek, and I smile with my eyes still closed, just trying to catch my breath.

“Were you purposely trying to be loud?” he questions with a slight chuckle.

Opening my eyes as he rolls off me and to the side, I giggle. “I wasn’tthatloud,” I reply, as he tries not to laugh. “What? I wasn’t,” I defend as he slides his hand between my still wide-open legs and presses on my clit, forcing out a loud moan. “Oooh… okay, maybe I was alittleloud.” I let out another giggle, and he moves his hand back between my legs, pressing on my swollen clit again, causing another loud moan.

He laughs and lets out his own exaggerated moan. “Oh God, Makaylie,” he calls out, and I open my eyes wide as I hear a creak behind the door. I look back and realize what Cain’s doing, and since Rodberg’s already heard, I may as well play along with Cain’s little game.

“Oh, Cain, you’re amazing! Harder, harder…”

Cain bangs the headboard of his bed. “Oh God… Makaylie come with me.”

“Ohhh…” We both moan loudly in an epic performance for Iron Rod, and I can’t hold in my giggles anymore, so I shove a pillow against my face.

Then I hear clapping coming from behind the closed door.

“Woo-hoo. Encore, encore, encore. Whoop whoop!” Rodberg cheers, and I see Cain shaking his head as he moves in beside me and pulls me back to his chest.

“Fucking pervert,” Cain murmurs, and I giggle. We did encourage him, so it’s our fault.

It’s amazing how he can go from a crazy dominant sex machine to this cuddly version in a matter of seconds.

He seriously gives me whiplash.

“Maybe you should be an actor instead of an author?” Cain asks as he chuckles, running his fingers gently up and down my arm.

“No, I think that was a one-time-only performance,” I say, suddenly feeling a twinge of embarrassment.

He chuckles again as he nuzzles his nose into my still-tingling hair. The way he pulled at my hair like that, though—that’s something I’m not going to forget in a hurry.

I cuddle with Cain, knowing I might be getting myself into a whole world of trouble with this man.

But right now, with the way he just made me feel?

I don’t fucking care.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CAIN

Makaylie is a heavy sleeper.

This is a blessing because I couldn’t do business if she was a light sleeper.

And as I lay here with her nuzzled into my side, her chest slowly rising and falling while I stroke her hair, I can’t help but think about Morgan, who was shot tonight, and I haven’t even checked in on him yet. I am too busy avoiding the Bachelors, so I can spend time with my girl.

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