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“Maybe.” She draws in a breath. “So, did my friend Penny get in touch with you?”

I blink. “Oh yea, she did. I’m going to meet her for a drink soon.”

“She’s my sister Olivia’s really good friend and was working in a play in Sicily until recently. She’s not new to London, but she’s embarking on a new career as a chef, so she could do with some moral support.”

“From being an actress to a chef?”

Solene laughs. “Penny can be single-minded when she sets her mind on something, and right now, she’s decided she wants to be a chef. I promise, you’ll love her.”

“I’m happy for all the women friends I can gather around me right now. Strength in numbers, and all that.”

“Tell me about it. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know who I could share the problems of my career and my love life with. You’re my ride or die. You know that, right?”

“Aww.” Tears prick my eyes. “You’re going to make me cry.”

“No, no, we can’t have that. You can’t afford to wear a tear-stained face for what you’re going to do next.”

I narrow my gaze. “What am I going to do next?’

Her eyes gleam. “You’re not going to let the big, bad wolf walk away from you, are you? I mean, surely, he must be in a lot of pain. Literally.” She guffaws.

“I sure would hope so. He deserves it, the wankhole.” Especially going by the size of the tent in his pants when he walked away from me. “It’s not like I didn’t offer to help with that, but once he makes up his mind, it’s difficult to change it, apparently.”

“Difficult, but not impossible.” An evil look comes into her eyes.

“Uh, oh, what are you thinking Solene?”

She quirks a finger at me. “Come closer, and I’ll tell you.”

* * *

I creep up the corridor toward Cade’s room.

This is such a bad idea, but when Solene dared me, I wasn’t able to say no. Also, let’s face it, I’m not getting any sleep tonight. I tried to get myself off with my vibrator, but it only made me yearn for his cock. So, I gathered my courage and left my room. Cade made sure to give me the room at the farthest end of the corridor from his. He’s really trying his best to keep to this newfound commitment to not touch me. I understand he made a promise to Knight, but even if he hadn’t, Knight’s his best friend, and when we did sleep together, he would have been aware Knight wouldn’t be very happy with it. So, I’m not quite sure what’s changed now.

Perhaps, he thinks I’m still in shock from when the intruder burst into my apartment and it’s too soon for me to get intimate with anyone. Maybe, he simply wants to give me some time to recuperate. Only, I don’t need it. All I want is to feel his weight on me, his thickness between my legs, the touch of his fingers trailing across my skin, and his tongue swiping over my lips as he kisses me.

My nipples tighten, my belly trembles, and dampness pools between my legs. I reach the door to his room, push it open and step inside. The drapes are pulled back and the moonlight streams in, illuminating the empty bed.Huh?I glance around the space and notice the light streaming through the crack between the bathroom door and the frame. I walk toward it and pause outside the partially open door. The sound of the shower running reaches me.Hmmm… Why is he taking a shower so late at night?I lean in, push against the door and it swings open. I glimpse him in the shower cubicle. He’s braced himself with one hand splayed against the wall, while the other is moving up-and-down, between his legs.Between his legs? Oh!Heat flushes my cheeks. Pinpricks of awareness pepper my skin.Oh, my god, oh, my god, is he… He can’t be, he can’t.

And yet, there’s no mistaking that Cade is jacking himself off. A cloud of lit fireflies take flight under my skin.Oh, my god, Cade is pleasuring himself, the most erotic scene I’ve ever witnessed.His movements get more frantic, and the sound of his gasps reaches me over that of the shower.

Then, as if to help me, he lowers his free hand and switches off the shower, before once again, propping his palm up against the wall. In the silence that follows, he throws his head back and grunts. “Fuck, Abby. Fuck.”

He groans, then his shoulders shudder as he comes.

Oh, my god. He’s jacking off to me. He’s taking care of himself because he was so damn aroused by seeing me naked. But he didn’t want to fuck me, so instead, he decided to fuck his hand?My pussy throbs, my thighs spasm. I take a step back, then hesitate.Should I walk in and surprise him? And then what? He said he wasn’t going to fuck me, so I’m going to surprise him now, and then what? Be turned down again by him? No, no, no. That’s the last thing I want. Best to leave before he notices me.I turn, head for the door, only my foot catches on the carpet. I stumble and almost fall, then right myself. I hear a sound behind me, and break into a run, but he calls out from behind.

“Abby, stop!”

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Cade

She stops. At once. But she doesn’t turn around. She stands with her back to me, and her shoulders rise and fall. I prowl toward her, then around her, to stand in front of her. I peer down at her. She drags her gaze up my calves, my thighs, pausing on the column between my legs, which instantly extends further as she stares at it. I walked out of the shower, saw her, and didn’t stop to dry myself; thank fuck for that, too, for nothing can compare to the satisfaction that surges through me at how she licks her lips. At how she swallows and seems unable to tear her gaze off that very proud, very hard, very throbbing part of me which, despite having jacked off a few moments ago, is back to being upright.

I clear my throat, and she visibly shudders, then glances away.

“Care to tell me what you’re doing here?” I drawl.

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