Page 47 of Cash

“It’s absolutely perfect,” I smiled. Better than anything I could’ve given him up to that point.

“We also have about a million books,” she said, gesturing to several shelves which were practically bowing under the weight. It would be a good start on my journey to homeschooling him. I had been worried about the influence of the world, hadn’t I? Sometimes life worked in mysterious ways.

I kissed his sweet, dear face roughly a hundred times before tucking him into bed. He was smiling in his sleep.

“Your room joins with his,” Jasmine explained, leading me through an open doorway to something much more suited to my needs. A king-sized bed piled high with satin pillows, a large TV on the wall across from it. The furniture was rich mahogany except for a plush, overstuffed easy chair and ottoman in one corner. The bathroom, just beyond, looked like something out of a fantasy. I wouldn’t bang my knees against the radiator whenever I used the toilet.

“This is wonderful,” I said with a genuine smile. “Thank you so much.”

“That’s not all,” Cash promised, standing in the doorway between my room and Tommy’s. “There’s more to come.”

“I don’t know if I can take much more,” I admitted.

Jasmine looked from me to him, then back to me. “I think I hear Alina calling me…” she murmured, slipping out of the room with a little smile and closing the door between bedrooms as she went. Leaving the two of us alone.

“Thank you for this,” I whispered as we moved toward each other.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Not true. You talked to your family and convinced them to let us live with you. You oversaw this even if you didn’t put all the work into it. I could never thank you enough.” I wasn’t sure the idea of living in a cave for the rest of my life was one I could get over right away, but I would get used to it if it meant being with Cash.

Tommy would get used to it, too. I’d do everything I could to make sure he was happy and healthy.

I leaned against Cash, burying my face in his chest. With everything over—all the fear and panic and desperation—I could finally be with him, no walls between us.

“There’s one thing Jasmine didn’t show you,” he murmured, his mouth against the top of my head.

“What’s that?”

“The Batman costume in Tommy’s closet. We’ll work out some way to get him trick-or-treating. I promise.”

Tears filled my eyes as I looked up at him. “You know I love you, right?”

“I do. And I love you right back.” He took my face in his hands and leaned down, brushing his lips against mine in the sweetest, most erotic kiss I’d ever experienced.

It warmed my heart and curled my toes at the same time. Wet heat spread between my legs as I curled my fingers in his hair, holding his head close.

His hands traveled over my body, up under my jacket and then even further, under my sweater. His skin was hot, almost hot enough to singe me—but that was just my imagination, of course.

I couldn’t help but notice the fire he sparked deep in me, the way his touch lit me up and opened me to passion I didn’t think possible. I gripped his head tighter and kissed him until my lips hurt while his hands ran over my back, then down to my hips.

He lifted me in his arms and my legs wrapped around his waist of their own accord while he carried me to the bed. I slid out of my jacket when he set me down, and he worked the sweater over my head before easing me back until I was lying before him, legs still around him.

He lowered himself over me and buried his face between my breasts. I stifled a cry, holding him close, watching as he kissed and licked his way over my goosebump-covered skin. He took his time as he explored, reaching under me to unhook my bra before continuing.

I closed my eyes and let myself go, sighing with every lick and nip. His breath was hot, demanding, but he eased me into pleasure. I felt without having to ask that he wanted me good and ready for him.

His hands slid down my sides until they reached the waistband of my jeans. I lifted my hips, rubbing my body against his as I helped him work them down. He groaned when I made contact with the very stiff, very obvious erection straining to burst from his jeans. I had already seen his beautiful body and wanted more. I wanted to touch and taste. My hands almost tingled with the need.

“Take this off,” I breathed, pulling the shirt from his waistband and over his head.

His skin was hot, smooth, and the muscles moving under it unlocked an animal lust deep in my core. I felt them flexing as I ran my palms over his shoulders, his back, while he moved on top of me, touching and stroking. Sucking. I gasped when his mouth covered my mound, still covered in lace and silk. He pressed his tongue hard against my slit, and I ground my hips against his face.

“You smell so good…” he grunted, our eyes meeting when he glanced up at me. His features were nearly contorted with desire, which only made the tightening in my core even tighter.

I almost ached with need for him by now, as I guided his head back down between my thighs. He chuckled darkly, but obliged. One of his hands slid under my panties and pulled them aside.

Fireworks exploded behind my eyelids when he licked the length of my slit.

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