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I had broken a promise to myself, and there was no going back.

We would have tonight, and maybe tomorrow, but that would be it.

It was time to break it off before anything got worse.

Before Sophia realized the man that I was.

Or before I did something monumentally stupid.

Like fall in love with a Cage.

Chapter Eleven

SOPHIA

A hand slid up my thigh, and I moaned, the crest of sleep beckoning while I was warm and sated. And yet as soon as that hand touched my bare thigh, my body ignited. Eyes closed, I shifted slightly, knowing that Carson would have already sensed my alertness. It didn’t matter that I might look like I was asleep, he would know.

Soft stubble brushed against my shoulder, his lips grazing the outer shell of my ear. “Princess, it’s time for you to wake.” I let out a soft sigh, sinking into him, as his hands continued to roam over me.

We lay spooned against one another, the hard line of his cock pressed against my backside, and I knew he was aching just like I was. But he didn’t shift, didn’t move. Instead, he explored.

One hand lazily caressed my nipple, the other went to the apex of my thighs, spreading me. I let my outer thigh fall lightly, as he used his middle finger to slide up and down my slit, gently probing.

“For someone who is pretending to sleep, you sure are wet. Look at you, soaked for me.”

I groaned as he gently speared me with one finger, using the caress to gently tease me. It was hard to breathe with him touching me, but that wasn’t new. That was just Carson.

“Mm-mm,” I moaned.

“Look at you. Finally waking. Your cunt is tightening around my finger. Greedy. Hungry. Do you want this finger to be my cock instead?”

In answer, I shifted so my backside pressed against him even more, and he groaned. I could feel a slight wetness against my lower back, and I knew his cock was already leaking precum. I wanted to turn, to take him in my mouth, and to show him exactly how awake I was, but that meant I would have to move from this moment and not allow him to touch me anymore. I was greedy for him, aching just like he said.

It should scare me, and perhaps part of me was terrified. I wanted this man. But I knew if I didn’t pull back, there would be no stopping.

I wanted to touch him, to hold him. I wanted him to be inside of me. I wanted him to know that he had already wrapped himself around my soul just like he had my body.

I was terrified of the truth.

His fingers clamped down on my nipple, the slight sting bringing me out of my spiraling thoughts, and I let out a deep breath.

“There she is.” And then he was lifting my thigh, his cock sliding against my pussy.

“I want you bare, holding onto my cock with that beautiful pussy of yours as if you can’t let go.”

I moaned again, wanting that, but knowing that I couldn’t. Shouldn’t. I wanted him inside me so I could feel all of him, but I didn’t beg, I didn’t ask. So when I heard the crinkle of a condom, I didn’t let the disappointment settle in. Being safe was smart. And sometimes being with Carson felt anything but safe in some respects, and the safest in all others.

He continued to rub against my cunt, this time with the condom wrapped around him, and I arched for him, needing more.

“That’s it. That’s my Sophie.” My Sophie. As if I was his. It didn’t feel like that was the case, but perhaps it could be. Perhaps if I let myself be his, I could let myself be who I was when I couldn’t focus.

I had fallen for Carson Woods. I had done the one thing we had both promised each other we wouldn’t do.

But I wouldn’t think about that now. Instead, I reached between my thighs and maneuvered him so he was at my entrance. “Tell me yes. Tell me I can have you for this moment.”

I nearly frowned at the qualification, but then his hand was on my clit, and I couldn’t think.

“Please, Carson. Take me.”