“I know.”
I blinked. “How?”
“Fontaine found them when he hacked the cloud,” he said calmly. “He deleted them and made sure there’s nothing floating around.”
My shoulders sagged in relief. “I was gonna tell you,” I whispered.
“I know,” he said. “But I handled it. I told you—I got you, baby.”
I scooted off the bed, ignoring the ache in my muscles as I moved to him. I needed him to feel what I couldn’t say.
My fingertips brushed the bandage on his forehead. I trailed my hand down his jawline and through his beard. Rising on my toes, I hesitated just for a second before pressing my lips to his.
He let out a low growl as his tongue slipped into my mouth. His hands gripped my waist and pulled me close like he needed to remember how I felt against him. I tried to hold back, mindful of his injuries, but he just pulled me closer with a strained grunt, bruised ribs and all.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he murmured against my mouth.
My hand slid into his shorts, and he cursed under his breath as my fingers wrapped around his dick.
“Jasmine,” he groaned, resting his forehead against mine while I stroked him. My pussy thumped at the neediness in his voice. I wanted him inside me so bad, but I wanted to watch him fall apart first.
I tugged his shorts down as I dropped to my knees—my eyes locked on him the whole time. I licked my lips and started stroking him again, watching pre-cum glisten at the tip.
“Such a pretty dick,” I murmured, running my tongue along the base. Cash’s chest heaved as he watched me, his hands flexing at his sides as he fought to keep it together.
I started slow, gliding my hands over his length before taking him into my mouth.
“Shit, Jas,” he hissed. His hands found my head, tangling in my hair as he pushed his hips forward. I moaned softly around him, and hollowed out my cheeks to take him deeper. His breathing turned ragged as I pulled back to swirl my tongue around the tip, then slid down again, taking him even deeper.
”Fuck,” he grunted, his voice strained.
I gagged when he hit the back of my throat, but I didn’t stop. Spit pooled at the corners of my lips and dripped down my chin. His grip in my hair tightened as he guided my pace with slow, deep strokes. My eyes watered, and I braced myself against his thighs.
“Baby, look at me,” he said.
I blinked up at him through wet lashes. Sweat glistened on his chest. His lips parted as he watched me.
“Do you know how perfect you look right now?” he growled. “So fuckin’ pretty with my dick in your mouth.”
His words made my thighs clench, my pussy throbbing as I fought the urge to reach between my legs. I shoved his hands off and took control, using my hands and mouth until he couldn’t take it.
“Shit… don’t stop,” he choked out, his body tensing as I bobbed faster.
“Fuck!” he grunted, holding me still as he spilled into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, licking him clean until he twitched and pushed my head back with a shaky hand.
I wiped my chin and stood, pride blooming in my chest as he leaned back against the dresser, breathless.
A small smirk tugged at my lips. “You alright?” I asked.
Cash let out a breathless laugh. “More than good now.”
I giggled as he pulled me into a hug and held me there for a second before we headed into the bathroom. We brushed our teeth, moving in an easy silence, the weight of the night creeping back in as I crawled into bed.
Cash groaned slightly as he lowered himself beside me.
“You need a painkiller?” I asked him, ready to jump into nurse mode.
He waved me off. “This ain’t the first time I been roughed up,” he muttered. “Just lay with me.”
