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A desire only I can deliver.
I squeeze his cock, my orgasm creeping up on me as I drown in his gaze. My lungs cave, lips parting on a silent cry as my body erupts in an aggressive quake.
Hot ropes of his lust shoot inside me, pulsing in sync with me as his face contorts in an agonized pleasure. His head angles back, submitting to the rapture, but I fall forward to hover myeyes above his.
My body convulses, the waves unexpectedly numb. A secondary action as I witness his dwindling reserve.
This is how I make him feel.
My stare dives into his blissful eyes, a flame radiating in my heart when I gift this man a slice of paradise in the heaven he’s granted me.
The crook of his mouth tips up, his hot palms cupping my waist to physically rock my attention back. Final shocks of my climax pop through me, our souls braiding together as we seek refuge in each other’s embrace.
Solace in finally finding each other.
Chapter 38
Cade
The sheets drape across my abs, my pupils adjusting under the darkness to fasten to the ceiling. Emotional turbulence has trembled the shit out of my life lately, but it’s Olivia who keeps me on solid ground.
This faceless woman who’s taken care of me even when I couldn’t physically hug her. Her beauty on the outside only matches the beauty she’s wrapped me in ever since she entered my life.
Ever since that fateful night.
I lift my right hand in front of my face, my gaze lingering on the metal around my middle finger. For as long as I attempted, I failed to ever make a shred of sense of that night.
My soul claimed her at that moment, these stainless-steel wings practically flying me to Olivia. Just as they flew her right back to me.
Is Olivia’s love for me? Or for my wings?
She fell in love with me before she even knew a detail aboutme. I can’t help but wonder if her love is some sort of byproduct of her initial infatuation.
And then there’s the anklet.
As much as I understand her purpose, it poisons my confidence just the same. The object that wrote our destiny is now the very thing that can erase it.
How’s that for irony?
A vibration from my nightstand knocks my head to the side, my phone screen lighting the black room.
Jenna: Can we meet up one of these days? Just to talk.
My throat cocks, a queasiness crawling up my throat as I return my attention to the dim ceiling. I’d like to think I’ll tell Jenna we’re done and that there’s nothing left for us to discuss.
I’d like to.
Olivia
Cade: Can I pick you up for your lunch hour? I want to take you somewhere.
Me: Obviously. Save me!??
I bite my lip, placing my phone down on my office desk. How the hell am I supposed to respond to my emails, voicemails, and queries from my clients now? Not to mention, I have to figure out how to enter a like-kind exchange.
My elbow props on my desk, knuckles resting on my cheek as I look over to Alex’s cubicle. “Hey, have you ever entered a like-kind exchange that wasn’t one-to-one?”
He runs a hand through his short hair, staring at hiscomputer screen with a tight-lipped smile. “No, sorry. You might have to call the tax software support line.”
