Page 84 of The Sweetest Devotion

Seeing wasn’t believing. “You know, I have access to a lot of people.”

“Yeah?” Cain said.

“Yeah,” I began, an angle in mind. “What if I set you up with another woman?”

Cain scratched at his brow. “Didn’t picture you as the threesome type.”

My throat tightened. I wasn’t. I was too greedy and jealous to ever share.

It shouldn’t have surprised me Cain had probably experienced a ménage à trois before. I’d heard my share of women gushing over the man in passing too many times to count. I thought of that SZA song and could see someone being so lovestruck they didn’t mind having him if only on weekends.

“I want what I want,” Cain went on.

“Did you propose to those other women you dated?”

Cain shook his head. “They weren’t what I needed.”

“And I am?”

“We’ll see,” he said with a gleam in his eye. “What are you doing this weekend?”

Thinking quickly, I threw out, “Getting a wax.”

“Great, I’ll come along.”

My upper lip curled up. “Why?”

“So I can see how you take pain.”

He was being playful. So I drove my elbow into his side. He took it with a chuckle.

“Play in traffic, don’t play in my face,” I warned.

Cain’s laugh was deep, musical, a side of him that felt rare. “Playing is the last thing I want to do with your face.” To be a pest, he tugged on my cheek.

I bit at his hand and he was quick to remove it.

“I imagine it’s small.” I gaped at his crotch. “I mean, why else would a man force marriage on a woman?”

Cain didn’t react at all to my comment. He took my hand and massaged it, his eyes lingering on my fingers. “What did I tell you about not wearing the ring?”

Caught.Shit. “I’m just not used to?—”

He brought my hand between his legs, to his thigh, wherehewas resting against it.

My eyes enlarged as I snatched my hand back. Definitely. Not. Small.

Quickly, I grabbed my water and took a sip. “Well,that’llbe fun.”

“You’ll get used to it,” he said simply, as if this was a regular reoccurrence for him with women having to adjust to his length.

Oh God.

Slowly, Cain’s hand ascended up my inner thigh, and I did my best to keep my face even, to not squirm, to not push him away.

“Would it really be so bad to get to know me?” Cain asked into my ear.

His hand felt poisonous on my body. Smooth and soft unlike the rough, strong touch I’d become accustomed to.

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