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“Is that it? Nothing about being curious about just how I manage to completely satisfy every woman I’m with?”
With a shake of my head, I flip over. “Goodnight Maximus.”
“Goodnight, Cady.” A few minutes pass and then, “I think you’re a little curious.”
“Maybe.”
It doesn’t take me long to fall asleep.
24
Maximus
Iwake to Cady draped over me, her long legs tangled with mine, hair splayed over my chest. She cuddled closer sometime in the night so that her breasts in only a T-shirt were pressed against my chest.
My morning wood tents the sheet.
Not sure what to do here.
I’ve never met anyone like Cady. She’s strong and smart and knows what she wants in life, and has no qualms about going after it. I have no doubt that even without Noam Tate’s influence—or interference, depending on whom you ask—Cady would have been a success on her own.
How many strippers become billionaires?
A billionaire. My father has money—almost as much as that—but it’s so much more impressive thinking of how Cady rose in wealth and power. She may stay low-key, blocked from view by her association with Tate and his influence, but the woman could do a lot on her own.
That doesn’t matter to me. I’m thinking more along the lines of what I could do for her.
To her.
The leg that’s tangled with mine is long and dancer-lean, even after all this time. She might still dance for all I know.
She was amazing to see when she danced. Those legs, that ass dipping and pulsing. Breasts full and pert, grabbing every man’s attention.
I’m sure some of the women's too.
But Cady had talent. I’ve been to my share of clubs where the women gyrate around a pole, giving lackluster performances, and Cady was so much better than the norm. She was athletic and creative, and her toned abs could make me hard from twenty feet.
I glance down at where those abs are covered by the T-shirt.
Would I start at the toes, if I get the chance to start at all, or her shoulders, kissing my way down to those spectacular breasts?
I’d start at her feet, moving up, slow enough to make her wonder what’s next just before I did it. I’d take her foot in my hand, massaging it to relax her before moving to her ankles and those slim calves.
I’d run my tongue along the back of her knee.
Her thighs… I’d give a lot to have those thighs gripping me, but it’s what’s between them that has me thinking of Nick’s ninety-year-old grandmother to stop my morning wood from getting a little carried away.
Sort of defeats the purpose of wondering about Cady’s sweet pussy when I’m thinking of Granny Klaussen at the same time. Still, helps tamp down the ache I’m getting in my balls.
Cady’s ass is right here. I could cup it, sliding my hand between those legs and check to see—
Cady stirs, nuzzling into my chest before jerking away with an expression of horror.
So much for my fantasy coming any way close to happening.
“What? How—?”
“I think you got cold in the night,” I tell her, making no move to hide my morning wood. I smirk when Cady glances down at the tenting. “I never pegged you for liking to cuddle. Not that I’m complaining.”
