Page 88 of Scarred

A smug smile flits across his lips as my body makes no attempt to hide what it wants.

“My body is your weakness,” he finally answers, “and wanting what I can give you, no matter the consequences it may bring.”

He’s not completely wrong. His body is one of my weaknesses, but what he doesn’t realize is that it’s not just his body that makes me put my heart on the line.

It’s him….all of him.

Cayden is my weakness.

“And what is your weakness?” I whisper.

His hands slide up my ass, and he inhales deeply before flicking his eyes to mine with a smirk.

“Now, why would I reveal that?” He asks, quirking up his eyebrow. “Once you know a person’s weakness, you gain all the control.” His lips touch my inner thigh, and when I feel his teeth graze over my sensitive skin, I raise up like an offering to him. “I will say,” he says quietly, “That you, little moon, are becoming quite the problem for me.”

Before I can ask him what that means, he’s diving in, and all other thoughts vanish as my body becomes his once again.

“You girls did so good today,” I smile, clapping my hands at their little beaming faces. “I’m so proud of you all, and I know you’re going to make amazing fairy ballerinas this year in the show!”

They all excitedly jump around as I get out the fairy chest and set it down for them to pick out their treasure for the day.

I glance over at Cayden and see him leaning against the wall, watching me. He’s been showing up every day for the past week for his private session, and each one ends up with me underneath him. This afternoon was no exception, and I still have the sated look of a woman who’s been thoroughly taken care of to prove it.

His tongue swipes his bottom lip, and images of his mouth on me just hours ago come rushing in, causing my cheeks to flare. Amusement flashes in those intense greens, but I don’t mistake the heat behind them. I’m not the only one remembering this afternoon.

A couple of the moms walk in to get their daughters, and I do a double-take when I see them both head in Cayden’s direction instead. I busy myself with helping the girls gather their things, but can’t help sneak a glance their way.

He pushes himself off the wall and stuffs his hands into his pants pocket. His smile is almost automatic and doesn’t reach his eyes. They are a few years older than me, and from what I’ve heard around town, both are divorced and on the prowl for their next husband.

I watch their conversation, and it’s blatantly obvious they are flirting up a storm from the body language and the slight touches on his arm as they talk.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes as they both giggle like schoolgirls at something he said.

What the hell are they talking about?

Cayden’s not that funny.

I study his body language and breathe a little better when I see nothing that suggests he’s interested. If anything, he looks bored and…annoyed.

He must feel me watching him because his eyes flick to mine, and I bite my cheek to stop laughing. Now that I know he’s miserable over there, it’s actually amusing to watch.

His eyes narrow in my direction, and I quickly look away and focus on saying goodbye to the girls who are left.

Scarlett runs over to me when she’s done with the treasure box and shows me her glow ring.

“Well, doesn’t that look beautiful on you?” I smile at the small hand being waved in my face.

“It’s pink,” she beams. “My fav-wit color.”

“Mine too,” I grin, feeling my heartstrings pull at her adorable face.

“Daddy!” Scarlett runs behind me, and I turn to see Cayden standing there as he easily picks her up.

“Hi, baby girl. You danced so good today,” he grins. Unlike his earlier smile with the moms, this smile is genuine and full of love as he looks at his daughter. I don’t think my heart will ever get used to seeing the two of them together.

“I twirled fast!” Scarlett declares happily.

“Yes, you did,” Cayden chuckles before setting her down. “Can you go get your water bottle for me and your backpack?”