That does it. Even breathless, her back arches, body constricts, spasming as she orgasms again. A feeling that’ll soon be an addiction—but an addiction I’ll never purge from my system.
Once she’s calm and slumped to the table, I gather her into my arms and carry her bridal style into her bedroom, where I tuck her into bed. She reaches for me as I move away, arguing, “I should clean up before bed.”
“You should stay right there because once you sleep, I’m taking you again. We have a lifetime to make up for.”
With a kiss to her forehead, I head out of the room to retrieve our things from the kitchen. A text is waiting on my phone, which sends a sensation as almost as victorious as being inside her pussy.
MM
Superiors agreed to talk to him but wouldn’t wait until tomorrow. He took the deal. Your instincts were right.
Although it’d been sent close to a half-hour ago, I write him back.
Me
How’s that promotion feeling?
MM
Fuck off, no promotion. It certainly didn’t make me look bad. It’s a positive mark in my file for sure.
Me
Pleasure doing business with you.
MM
Fuck off.
Fuckingoffwon’t be on my to-do.
Fuckingheris.
EIGHTEEN
ASPEN
February meltsinto March when Cade receives a text that makes him grin, and then he switches on the TV to a specific news channel right as the anchor’s voice echoes through my living room. The volume’s loud enough Millie inches onto my lap for safety from the perceived threat.
“Our breaking news story for tonight. Victor Mosey, leader of the notorious gang that goes by the name of the Vendettas, was arrested earlier today. He, alongside some of his associates, were found in Niagara Falls. Victor has been on the Ontario Provincial Police’s watchlist for over a decade, but no arrests had been made until now. Police report his location was an anonymous tip, but no further details have been shared.”
Cade switches off the TV with a whoop, turning to lift me in his arms. “All safe, sweetheart, just as I promised.”
He’s promised me a lot. And he’s spent the past month proving every single point.
So as March then blends into April, he’s even more correct—I’m falling for him andhard. The age difference between us stops mattering, nor does his position.
Which is why, after my first day as a research assistant, I agree to meet his crew. Other than Bones, I’ve stayed away from his life, though have often been curious. He’s returned to them and took up the mantel, usually working when I am so we can spend evenings together, though sometimes rejoins them during the night, too, after he’s fucked me into a blissful sleep.
I exit the university, spotting him immediately. He’s hard to miss, a shadow of intensity leaning against a motorbike. It makes me grin because he remembered. All those letters ago, which now seem like a lifetime, when I said I’d love to ride one eventually.
I throw myself down the stairs and into his arms. He catches me, swinging me around. “How’s my smart girl?”
He’s grown obsessed with my job, but more so, my PhD application. Constantly praising, constantly complimenting—which leads to the best sex of my life. Until he perpetually one-ups himself, of course.
“Great! I think this job will be really good for me. Being back in school makes me excited to start applying for my doctorate. Plus, the prof I’m working for mentioned he’d read my MA thesis and really appreciated the take. He feels it’ll be an ideal start to a doctorate dissertation.”
“As long as his interest remains only on your paper and nothing else of yours.” He grips my hip, angling me into him as his hand sweeps over my ass. His jealousy comes across playful, but we both know it isn’t.
