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Just the sight of him half-naked in my room sends a wave of desire coursing through my body. I don’t need the damn toy.

I want him.

“Yes, now,” he smirks. My gaze follows him as he picks up my desk chair in the corner and places it at the foot of the bed, settling his large frame down on it.

He leans back like he has all the time in the world as he looks at me expectantly.

“But you’re here. I don’t need it.”

“That is the right damn answer,” he grins. “And one I want you to remember even when I’m not here.”

My breath catches as his gaze darkens and his demeanor turns more serious.

“But right now, little moon. I want to watch.”

My heart rate increases as my body awakens to the low tone of his voice.

I’ve never used my toys in front of someone, but seeing Cayden look at me with such an intense hunger in those green eyes makes it easy for me to want to please him.

The view alone is going to make it easy to cum in seconds….but.

Suddenly eager to do this, my mind starts forming a plan as I feel the rush of adrenaline run through my veins.

If he wants to watch, then I’ll give him a show he will never forget.

But I know Cayden.

He thrives on control.

There’s no way he’ll want me to finish without him taking over and being the one to bring me there.

I lock eyes with his as I slowly take the hem of my shirt and raise it over my head before tossing it aside.

My panties come next, and by the time I’m sitting up against the cushioned headboard with my knees bent and my legs opened wide, giving him the perfect view…

I know I’ve got him right where I want him as I watch his body tense and his jaw tick from the pressure.

His eyes are ablaze with pure, unabashed need.

I pick up the toy and run it through my arousal already forming between my legs because of the man before me.

It’s only a matter of time before he caves and tosses the toy aside.

Because if I know anything about the Cayden Blade sitting before me now…

It's that he doesn’t sit back and watch life happen anymore.

THIRTY-EIGHT

CAYDEN

I watch her rub that pink toy between her legs, and it takes everything in me not to throw it across the room and replace it with my tongue.

What the hell was I thinking?

I never thought in a million years that I would be jealous of a piece of fucking silicone, yet here we are.

It doesn’t help that her eyes are practically begging me to be the one between her legs.