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Fuck, he loved watching his cock spearing inside her, watching the way her body took him. He wouldn’t last much longer.
He stroked her swollen clit. “Be a good pixie and come for me now.”
She made a humming noise, and he felt her body tightening.
His next thrust was harder, and she shattered. She bucked and shivered, his name on her lips.
Cain shoved deeper, his control once again in shreds. Did she know that she owned him? The covert spy Shade only had one master now. One person he answered to—Jet “Hex” Adler.
On the next thrust, he came. He grunted, loud and deep. His cock throbbed, and he spilled inside her.
Chest heaving, he bent down and kissed her shoulder. She turned her head, and he pressed his lips to hers.
“Cain,” she breathed happily.
He’d never, ever get tired of this. Jet soft and sexy beneath him, filled with his come and murmuring his name.
The dickhead who’d cheated on her had no idea of the prize he’d had and let go. Thank God.
The idea of any man touching what was Cain’s had dark thoughts stirring. It would be so easy to make the asshole disappear.
“Hey.” She nudged him. “Wherever you just went, come back. You’re still inside me, so only thoughts of me.”
He smiled. “I’m always thinking of you.”
“Good. Now, I have a very important mission for you.”
He frowned. What the hell did she need? For him to break into something, or—
She touched her tongue to his lip. “I’m starving, and I really want fresh-baked croissants.”
He grinned at her and squeezed her ass.
“Real Parisian croissants, Cain. I know you must know where to get them.”
“I might know a place.”
“Where?”
He nipped her lips. “Spy secrets, pixie. Ones you’ll never get out of me.”
Her gaze narrowed, and she ran a hand down his chest. “I could try.”
Fuck. He’d never teased and joked in bed before. He cupped her jaw. He liked it. A lot.
But not nearly as much as he liked her.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Oh my God. These croissants were so delicious and flaky and yum. Jet licked her fingers.
Cain was a miracle worker.
She looked up. He was sitting at the table across from her, in cargo pants and T-shirt. The black cotton stretched over his chest, the armbands cutting into his biceps. Hot. His liquid gaze was on her, watching her eat. She shivered. Her belly was full of croissants, and now she was adding desire to it.
This man, this fine, hot man, had worshiped her during the night. She deliberately licked her finger again, and his gaze latched onto it.
“Jet,” he growled.
