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I didn’t look back up at him, but I thought I heard a smile in his voice when he said, “Perfect.”

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KAI

Fuck me,but an enormous pressure was lifted off my chest when she agreed.

I hadn’t thought she would, and a part of me thought I would have to use force. That would have caused problems with Blue. Not that I couldn’t handle him, but I doubted she would like me hurting her best friend.

She was quiet as I led her by the hand to the kitchen. I squeezed it a little. It was so delicate. Everything about her was small.

I had thought that when I first saw her at the bar, but fuck, somehow, her agreeing to stay with me, to be glued by my fucking side, brought it to light.

So fucking small. Anddefenseless.

Any other bastard could hurt her, but I wouldn’t fucking let it get that far.

She squeezed my hand back, making me smile. She was still wearing my shirt with nothing underneath.

My girl made such an enticing image, I should get a fucking sainthood for the fucking restraint I was showing.

I looked back at her, letting her see the heat in my eyes. Like most times when I looked at her, I couldn’t tell if she knew what I was thinking, but perhaps she had some inkling.

She stopped when she found the breakfast I’d ordered.

“Hungry?” I asked.

She bit her lip and nodded slightly.

“Good,” I said gruffly, letting her hand go and preparing a plate for her. I scooped up some of everything: poached eggs on toasted bread, avocado, and some strawberries.

I sat on the dining table chair and pulled her into my lap, pulling the plate closer.

“What about you?” she asked. “Let me get you a plate.”

She made a move to get off my lap, and I tightened my hold on her. “Later, baby. I’m not hungry yet. Let me feed you.”

“But—”

I squeezed her to me. “Let me take care of you.”

“You’re always taking care of me.”

“Not nearly enough,” I muttered, cutting the poached egg with the fork, spearing a small piece, and holding it up to her lips. “Open.”

“Kai.”

“Baby, be a good girl and open for me.”

She opened her mouth, and I fed her, feeling my cock hardening at the sight. Hell, maybe I should have fucked her before breakfast.

My hand skimmed over her bare thigh, and she squirmed on my lap, stilling when she brushed against my hard cock.

She shot me a side glance, making me laugh slightly, especially when a deep red bloomed on her cheeks.

I moved my hand up a little on her leg and fed her a strawberry. Juice dripped from the corner of her lips.

My cock twitched, and I leaned over and licked it away.

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