Page 112 of Cash

Stella’s eyes closed and her head tipped back.

“Open your eyes, baby girl, I wanna watch.”

Her eyes came open and I saw it.

What I’d been seeing for weeks, hoping I was reading her right, knowing now I was wrong.

It wasn’t love, at least not the normal kind. It went far beyond adoration. Straight from the soul—reverence, peace, home.

“Wrap me up tight and hold on.”

Her legs went around my hips. One hand went to my shoulder, but the other one cupped my face.

“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, Cash Phillips,” she whispered. “And it has nothing to do with how hot you are.”

“Stella—”

“Thank you, honey.”

My first instinct was to close my eyes so she wouldn’t see my emotions. Or employee my go-to Cash is King bullshit. But this was Stella. My Stella. And she not only deserved my emotions, she needed them.

Hell, she fucking owned them.

“I don’t know what you’re thanking me for.”

Instead of answering, she moved her hand to tap my lips with her fingers. Another one of her signals she wanted a kiss.

It was sweet as hell.

“You want me to kiss you, baby girl?”

“No.”

“No?”

“I want you to kiss me while you fuck⁠—”

I dropped my mouth on hers, pulled out, making sure she felt every inch of my barbell drag, drove back in, and gave my woman what she wanted—fucking her rough while kissing soft.

I shoved my hand between us and worked her clit, needing her with me.

“Cash.”

I didn’t need the whimpered warning, I could feel her pussy grasping.

“Almost, Stella. Wait for me.”

“Cash.”

“Christ, you feel like heaven,” I groaned. “You ready to come for me?”

“Yes.”

Her pussy clutched tight and that was all I could take.

I dove in deep and followed her over and exploded.

“Fuck,” I groaned as aftershocks rocked through me.