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“I’ll give you what you need.” Cole removed the plug and ran a hand over my ass. In minutes, my ass and cock were covered exactly as he promised.

Cole’s eyes were fixed on my hole, and I felt his semen drip into me. He pushed it inside, and my dick twitched.

“More,” I pleaded. “I need more. I need all your cum in me.”

Gripping my hip, Cole used his other hand to coat my insides with his cum. “I have no right to love this as much as I do. I have no right to want pictures of how good you look with my cum in your ass. But I fucking love it.”

Then he wrapped me in his arms and kissed me. Cole’s kisses were lazy, as if contented to kiss me all night long. I sank into the mattress, relishing his weight on me. He sighed into my mouth as if he also felt a combination of relief and satisfaction.

“Thank you,” I said into his ear and then rained kisses down his neck and across his sexy stubble. “I needed that.”

“You don’t ever have to thank me for sex.” Cole’s fingers wove into my hair, and he tugged, forcing me to see his beautiful face. His intent gaze studied me. “You are an incredible gift.” Cole paused before he said something else, and a startled laugh burst out of him. “I guess I knew that from the start,” he said.

My utter confusion must have shown on my face because he leaned in to feather a kiss to my lips before saying, “After I met you, I debated googling you to find out more information.” My heart stopped for an agonizing eternity before galloping to a breakneck pace. “I didn’t,” Cole continued, unaware of my panic. “But I’d typed your first name and accidentally hit return. Did you know your name means ‘a gift from God?’”

“That’s a lie.” The words flew out with such venom that Cole recoiled and blinked.

“You’re my gift no matter your religious beliefs or beliefs about yourself,” Cole murmured.

I closed my eyes to give myself some space to process all my emotions. The past had made a mockery of the meaning of my name. I wasn’t a gift; I was disposable. An unwanted extra. Cole’s heartfelt sentiment couldn’t undo all the damage of my past.

No matter how much I ached to cling to his words and trust his admission, history proved otherwise. The past had taught me valuable lessons that were hard to ignore. I focused on the reprieve that Cole hadn’t found out about my past.

Chapter thirty-nine

Cole

Iturnedthepage,my arm brushing over Shane’s head in the process. Something he seemed to enjoy.

Fate had shined down on me when a server crashed at Branson Financial. Shane couldn’t work and had called me, desperately wondering what I was doing. He’d come straight from his office vibrating with anxiety. He was holding something back, but he wouldn’t explain.

A full day with Shane was a gift I wouldn’t waste.

I’d been nervous that he’d pull back after he let me overdose him with orgasms, and he’d shut me out. My relief had felt tangible. He didn’t remember pleading with me to keep him when he came down my throat. He’d been mindless, but it was clear he still believed I was going to leave him. I’d never willingly walk away from him again. I had to prove that every day until he knew it was a fact.

ReadingThe Way of Kingsout loud with Shane’s head in my lap was close to heaven. He’d insisted I start from where I’d left off, but then asked a million questions.

“I can’t remember the last time I read a book.” Shane’s beautiful brown eyes met mine when I paused at the end of the chapter.

“Really,” I closed the book, “I’d bet my life that you were a big reader.”

Shane’s body went rigid, and I cataloged that with everything I wanted to know about Shane but was too afraid to ask. He closed his eyes, regulated his breathing, and turned his head into my stomach, inhaling before opening his eyes again.

Shane picked up the book examining the front and back cover then flipping through the pages, devouring the maps and other illustrations. “Brandon Sanderson is your favorite author?” When I nodded, he asked, “What would you recommend if I started reading his work?”

“TheMistborntrilogy is amazing and the novels are shorter. It’s a great place to start without making a huge time commitment.” I combed my fingers through his soft hair, wishing he’d tell me a fraction of what went through his head. “We could read them together if you want.” His answering grin knocked my heart back. The littlest things meant so much to him.

“That would be cool.” He shrugged off his excitement.

“I can loan you my copy since I have it on my e-reader too.”

“I like the sound of your voice when you read to me.” Shane reached up to touch my lips. I would read to this man until I died if he’d let me.

“Okay, let’s get the physical copy since the illustrations are better.” I lifted Shane off my lap and tugged him up. “You can look through and pick which one you want me to read.”

I crossed over to the walk-in storage closet and turned the light on. Since I didn’t want Shane to lift any of the heavy bins with his bad ankle, I hauled them off the shelves, and he opened them.

“Cole,” Shane’s voice pitched high with alarm, “what are these?”

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