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Slowly, he reaches lower, his eyes never leaving mine, to unerringly find my clit.
His words ghost across my lips on an exhalation. “Come with me, Bambi.”
And suddenly, the world is aflame.
Cade groans his release in my ear and the feeling of his hot cum shooting into my pulsing core sends me spiralling straight into another smaller orgasm. My pussy clenches around him, and his still-hard dick continues to twitch inside of me as we both descend from the highest of heights.
His head is resting on my shoulder as I stroke his long locks when a breeze across the lake makes me shiver against him.
“That’s it, Bam. Let’s get you clothed.”
I hug him tighter, reluctant to let this moment pass. “I’m okay, Cade.”
He pulls away. His eyes hold mine as a smile slowly grows on his lips.
“Well, I’m cold as fuck. You had the foresight not to get fully naked.”
We chuckle for a moment before he begins to fix my dress. I’ve just slid both arms into the sleeves when movement on the lake catches my eye.
“Hey, what’s that?”
Cade follows my line of vision, squinting to make out something floating in the lake a couple of feet away from the dock.
I realise what it is before he does, and before I can help it, my body is shaking with unrestrained laughter.
“What’s so funny? What is it?”
It takes another minute before I can compose myself enough to answer him.
“I hope you can drive barefoot becausethatis one of your trainers.”
CHAPTER13
CADEN
My phone rousesme from a deep sleep. A deeper sleep than I’ve had in the longest time, and it takes a moment to register two things that bring a self-satisfied grin to my face.
First, there’s a naked Summer in my bed. And I take immediate advantage of that fact by pressing the second thing against her luscious ass.
“Mmph. Too early.”
I chuckle at her morning grumpiness. “Some things never change, Bam.”
Pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades, I roll over to the nightstand and grab my offensive phone.
Dad
Your mum and I will be at the Palace today, Cade. Smash it, boy!
I smirk, re-reading my dad’s text before my phone chimes with another one.
Noah
Am I correct in assuming you checked into 45 Park Lane last night?
Rolling my eyes, knowing precisely where this is going, I shoot my scandal-phobic manager a quick reply.
Me
