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  “Oh my God.”

  Cade slid his fingers inside the cotton seam, stroking between the moist folds. He sucked in a breath, awed by the silkiness of her cunt. His thumb pressed gently on her pulsing clitoris.

  “This feels so much better than I imagined.” His fingers pulled at the tender bud, returning to stroking her labia. Soft and smooth.

  His cock ached and his balls grew heavy, warming with cum. He was going to fill her good tonight.

  “You like it?” She nibbled her lips in an achingly innocent way that tore at his heartstrings.

  “Yes,” He squeezed her thigh. “But I want to see more. I bet you have the prettiest cunt.” He lifted her from the wall and moved toward the bed.

  “Show me,” he pleaded, laying her on the mattress. His hands gripped her ankles, gently parting her legs.

  Shakara’s hands went to the waistband of the bikini panties, peeling it to her knees, until Cade took over, removing the underwear.

  His eyes fixated between her thighs, Cade threw the flimsy layer of cotton to the floor. “So fucking beautiful.”

  Her clitoris looked full and juicy above the tiny, narrow slit in the center. Her labia glistening with wetness, beckoning to him. She was ready.

  “You’re staring,” Shakara told him. She placed both hands over the thin patch of curls.

  Cade smiled at her shyness. Unsure if it was genuine or contrived. Regardless, it was sweet and stirred a powerful longing inside of him.

  “Baby girl, I’m allowed to stare.” He leaned over her and hooked two fingers under the thin straps of her dress.

  Her breasts bounced free the instance the straps fell away. He groaned, aching with need at the sight. Naked, exquisitely round, and heavy. Her nipples were a darker shade of brown, pert and thick. Cade saw himself spending hours at her breasts suckling to his heart’s content.

  “Your turn,” she whispered suddenly. “I don’t want to be the only one naked.”

  Her gaze drifted to the outline of his cock, lingering there for awhile. He hardened beneath her heated stare.

  Cade pivoted away from the bed, relief and a hint of nerves burrowing into his stomach. How many nights had he dreamed of this moment? Her eyes on him. Shakara’s hands on his sensitive flesh.

  Now that the time had come, he felt like a teenager about to lose his virginity. His nerves were raw with doubt.

  What if she found him lacking? He wasn’t small, not by a long shot. But maybe she had been with men much larger. How the hell would he stack up compared to them? Worse. What if he wasn’t able to please her, bring her to orgasm? Would she write him off, sticking to men closer to her age?

  “Cade?” She was staring at him with her brows furrowed.

  He closed his eyes then opened them, regaining his focus. No worries. Shakara, his sweet girl, was lying naked on his bed. Her cunt beautiful and dripping for him.

  He tugged his shirt over his head. Shortly after, he stepped out of his pants and briefs, stiffening at the loud intake of breath that filtered across the bedroom.

  Cade lifted his eyes, taking in the look of sheer awe and desire on Shakara’s face. His cock jerked and swelled to its full size, curving up to his stomach.

  He moved in front of her and ran his hands along the thick base, repeating her words. “Do you like it?”

  “I like it.” Her hand stretched out to touch him.

  Her fingers closed over him and he moaned, looking up to the ceiling then downward. This was a thousand times better than he dreamed.

  “It’s so big. I never thought...” Her voice drifted as she slid a finger over the tiny opening on the broad head. His breathing stopped and his heart raced when she lifted her tender gaze to him.

  “Can I taste it?”

  Pre-cum flooded from him wetting her fingers. He gritted his teeth watching her tongue slide across her lips.

  Clenching his jaw, he gave a sharp nod. “You can lick it.”

  She stuck out her pink tongue giving it a tentative flicker. He searched her face for any inkling of disgust. Nothing. Instead, she lowered her head until his cock was poised right above her lips.

  Cade groaned out loud, as she wrapped her fingers around the base, laving the underside with her warm tongue.

  “No more.”

  He curled a lock of soft dark hair in his hand and lifted Shakara away from him. “I’m going to come if I let you keep that up. I want the first time to be inside your cunt.”

  Cade gripped her waist and pushed her to lie on the mattress. Climbing on top of her, his eyes cut into hers, pinning her to the bed.

  “I love you,” he said, holding himself against her entrance. She was so hot and moist. He wanted in.

  He rubbed his cock to her slit and pressed into her. “You want this, don’t you?”

  She wiggled underneath him raising her hips to his. “Oh God. Please don’t tease me. I want to feel you moving inside me.”

  He lifted his head, withdrawing the tip from her entrance. “You will, baby girl, you will. I’m going to give you every single inch.” He knelt between her legs and pulled her knees up around his waist, pushing into her.

  “C-C-Cade.”

  He was scarcely inside her and she was already squeezing him. His nostrils flared and he pulled back, thinking of the vice-like grip she would have on his cock. He needed to go deeper, fuck her good. Using all the strength he could muster he thrust hard and forcefully.

  Her scream echoed inside the room. Cade’s heart dropped and he froze above her, holding rigid. He didn’t dare move. A virgin. He stared at her, confusion blurring his thoughts. How the hell was that possible? Shit. He’d practically ripped her asunder. He had to say something.

  “I didn’t know,” he whispered, terrified to move and heighten her pain. He gazed down at her, his cock full and excruciatingly hard inside her. Every instinct in him urged him to continue. He couldn’t. She was gnashing her teeth, pain visible on her lovely features.

  Her lips trembled. “It’s not that bad. I just need to...get used to it.”

  His heart flipped with love. She was his and his alone. He was her first. Cade pressed a kiss to her temple, her cheek then along the side of her jaw.

  “Good girl. I’m going to make sure you get used to it. Every chance I get. And you’re going to take it all, won’t you, Shakara?”

  She moaned in response. Taking it as a sign he lowered his face to her neck, inhaling her delicious fragrance. He nuzzled the area above her collarbone, trying hard not to surge deep inside her body. A feat nearly impossible. Her cunt kept tightening around him with each kiss he dotted along her satiny skin.

  “Is the pain lessening?”

  “Yeah.” Shakara rolled her hips and ran her fingers along the corded muscles of his back. “I can’t believe you’re inside me. Feels like I’m dreaming.”

  “It’s no dream. I’m going be inside you all night, baby girl. I’m going to come so deep inside your sweet little cunt. You’ll like that, won’t you?” Cade pushed forward in a shallow gentle stroke.

  “I’ll love it.”

  Her legs rubbed against his back and he answered her silent plea, increasing the brunt of his thrust. He hardened his features and low grunts spilled from the back of his throat. Shakara, his sweet baby girl, was beneath him whimpering her pleasure.

  Shakara’s breasts bounced in front of his face tempting him to fondle a dusky nipple. He shoved harder until his balls were slapping against her plump ass. Her head thrashed to the side and her fingernails scratched at his back.

  “That’s it, baby girl. Come for me.”

  Cade flattened his hands on the mattress bracing himself as he pumped into her cunt. His balls puckered and his seed churned within, aching for release. Moaning, he threw back his head, ejaculating thick spurts of cum in her honeyed warmth.

  Chapter Ten

  A streak of light burst through an opening between the velvet draperies. Shakara smiled with awareness, a subtle yet firm movement reminding
her of how and where she’d fallen asleep. Cade. His cock stirred, buried in her cunt. Shakara bit back a slight wince, her discomfort waning at the glorious feel of his lips drawing on her nipple.

  “Good morning.”

  She brushed a hand through his hair, her fingers stroking the few strands of gray. Shakara wondered if it bothered him. After all, he was always mentioning the difference in their age. For her, it was trivial, a non-issue. So what if Cade was older? She adored the silver streaks. It made him appear more handsome. Distinguished.

  Lowering her gaze, Shakara glanced down to see him peering at her. His mouth remained attached to her breast.

  “Have you had your fill yet?” she teased.

  “Your breasts are much too delectable to ignore.” Cade lifted his head, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Morning.”

  She kissed him back and his cock swelled inside her. She bit her lips against a tremor of guilt.

  “I can’t.”

  “You’re sore aren’t you?” Concern marred his features.

  Shakara nodded her face heating. It felt strange to lay in bed discussing her soreness with Cade. Mr. Parker. Everything about this was almost surreal. Being here with him. Having him inside her. She’d fantasized about it not ever believing it would happen. That Cade would be the one to take her virginity. More so, his confession of love for her. And yet, it had to be real. How else could her flesh feel so...used? In the sweetest way possible.

  Without a word to her, Shakara felt him withdraw then watched him make his way off the bed and toward the bathroom.

  Frowning, she heard the sudden distinct sound of running water as he reentered the bedroom heading in her direction.

  “I thought you were about to take a shower.”

  He dragged the comforter off her. “I will. Later, after I take care of you.”

  “Take care of me?”

  Cade chuckled, his eyes gleaming at her. “You’ll see.”

  Shakara arched her brows, crying out in protest at being lifted from the bed. He cradled her naked body to him as if she weighed nothing more than a feather.

  “You’re not planning on throwing me out on the doorsteps are you, Mr. Parker?”

  He threw back his head in laughter. “Only if you allow me to sit on the steps with you.”

  They entered the bathroom and Shakara saw the large Jacuzzi tub filling, bubbles foaming at the top.

  She turned to him, finding the situation amusing in an odd sort of way. “I’m going to have a bath?” She glanced toward the water, noting the inviting and relaxing wavelike motion.

  He nodded. “With me serving as your, ah, lady’s maid—for lack of a better term.”

  “You’re going to give me a bath?”

  “Smart girl.” He laid her in the tub among the numerous bubbles, shielding her nakedness.

  Shakara observed him moving about the spacious bathroom. Cade walked over to the sandy colored vanity, grabbing a bottle of body wash, then a washcloth from the linen closet on the other side of the room near the glass shower door.

  He didn’t seem to care that her eyes were following his every step, taking in his nude form. Blushing, she speculated how he found the time in his busy schedule to maintain such a muscular physique. He was lean, not an ounce of fat on him, unlike her.

  Shakara nibbled her lips. She wasn’t thin, nor was she even close to being obese. Maybe thick was the right word for it. Yeah, she’d heard that word used before by a few guys to describe her. Laughing inside her head, she tried to imagine that particular word coming out of Cade’s mouth to describe a woman.

  “Are you finished inspecting me, Ms. James?” He glared at her, knocking her out of her musing with his feigned annoyance.

  She looked up at him. He was holding the washcloth and soap in his hands, along with a large towel. “Not yet. Maybe if you turn to the side just a bit.”

  “Another time.” Cade smiled and the lines around his eyes appeared softer than ever before. He walked to the edge of the tub, leaning over her with the lathered washcloth poised above her skin.

  “You don’t have to do this,” she said, unease settled in her at having him attend to such an intimate task. It was almost more personal than their lovemaking.

  “I don’t have to do anything when it comes to you. I want to.” He gazed at her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Please. Allow me to do this for you.”

  Shakara nodded and swallowed her nerves. “Just don’t scrub too hard.”

  His eyes twinkled with humor. “I won’t.”

  She chewed her bottom lips, uncertain of how to react to his gesture. Still. She would just sit still, allowing him to hurry up and finish.

  “Relax,” he whispered, running the washcloth against her chest. “You’re so tense.”

  She expelled a deep breath. Perhaps he was correct and it would be better to just relax and enjoy it. He did seem dead set on doing this for her.

  He washed her arms and, working from one breast to the other, he cupped the sensitive flesh in his hand, sweeping the washcloth over it.

  Shakara suppressed a sigh of pleasure as he did the same with her other breast. Relaxing was easier than she thought.

  “Enjoying yourself?” Cade lifted his eyes to her while stroking her stomach with the soapy rag.

  “Mmm.” She sighed, parting her legs when the cloth brushed against the triangle of curls.

  “I’ll be gentle,” he assured her with aching tenderness.

  Shakara nodded, expecting a stark wave of shyness that refused to show. Her face heated at the feel of him cleansing between her swollen labia and down to her thighs.

  “Better?” Cade asked, lifting her from the tub. He draped the towel across her body, giving it a gentle rub.

  “I feel wonderful. Thank you.” She kissed the corner of his mouth.

  They reentered the bedroom and Shakara bent to the floor beside the bed, retrieving her clothing.

  “What are you doing today?”

  She turned her head to his voice, relaxing at the feel of his fingers on her dress, hoisting up the zipper.

  “Well, I’m hoping you’ll give me a ride back to my place sometime today. I have to work this afternoon. What about you? Don’t tell me you spend your weekends working?”

  “I do. It keeps me occupied, but I would rather pass the time with you.”

  Her heart ached, knowing she would have to deny him again. Her job was all she had, apart from him. She had to make him realize how important it was to her. It might not be designing the next state of the art hospital or skyscraper, but it was all she had to go on.

  “Cade,” she said, stepping away from him. “I work every single day. I have to. It took me a long time to find this job and the only way I can keep it is if I comply with the schedule my manager gives me. It’s either that, or ...” She let out a breath. “It doesn’t matter. All I’m trying to say is, I would love to be able to stay with you, but I can’t.”

  Shakara glanced at him, taking note of the hardening of his features and the dark glitter in his eyes. Was he angry at her?

  “You do understand, don’t you?” A cold, jittery feeling anchored in her stomach. Was her work going to come between them? She wasn’t stripping anymore—he should be glad.

  Cade pivoted away from her and shoved a hand through his hair. “No. I don’t understand,” he snapped. “I have no idea why you were exposing yourself to all sorts of people in the first place and it astounds me that you mentioned hating having to display yourself, yet I see you running around serving food half naked.” He shook his head in disbelief. “Don’t you want more out of life? How can you be satisfied relying on your body to get you what you need?”

  Shakara sucked in a breath. That’s how he saw it? Saw her? Anger rose inside her chest. Cade knew nothing about her life. He was born into money, never had to struggle a day in his life. He had no right to pass judgment on her. Weren’t they beyond this issue?

  “I don’t have to explain anythi
ng to you,” she bit out. “If I want to use my body to keep me from having to sleep outside in the cold rain or to keep from starving, then that’s my business.” She stalked toward the door, glaring at him. “You got what you wanted and now you’re free to talk down to me again.”

  His fingers closed over her hand, prying it away from the silver handle. “That’s not what I’m doing and we both know it. I love you. Why is it so difficult for you to be open with me? I know you don’t like what you’re doing. I know it must be killing you having to exhibit yourself like that on a daily basis.”

  “I’m used to it. I don’t need you feeling sorry for me.”

  “I don’t. I told you. I love you. I care for you. Everything that happens to you concerns me, including the reason why you’ve been living alone and unprotected for so many years.”

  She bit the inside of her cheek, hating the effect his compassion had on her. Tears burned at the back of her eyes. She wanted desperately to talk to him, tell him things she’d never told anyone. Not even Julie. She couldn’t. It was too embarrassing, shameful. She didn’t want his love, the love she could see clear as day in his eyes, changing to pity.

  “Shakara.” He brought her with him to sit on the bed, pulling her onto his lap. “Don’t be scared. You can tell me anything. I won’t judge you. I can’t. You’re my world, baby girl.”

  She wiped away a tear. “I want to but you have to promise me something. I need you to promise me you’ll end it, if you think different about me. I won’t hold it against you. I just don’t want you to stay with me if you’re secretly disgusted by me.”