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"And?" I ask, knowing there’s more.

"And, it’s been a while," she reluctantly admits.

I raise my brows. "How long’s ‘a while’?"

"You just want it all, don’t you?" she asks with a huff.

"Damn straight, but I’ll give you the same." I’m nothing if not fair.

"Fine. Since that night with you," she looks away.

My brows lift higher. I thought for sure she’d been with Kingston. I grin on the inside. This makes me happier than it should. I’m a dick. I admit it. But I’m glad no one’s touched her since me.

She’s looking out the window, her body turned slightly away from me now when she states plainly, "You’ve been with Carina."

Ah. My turn for revelations, not all of them just yet, though.

"I don’t want anyone but you. I haven’t for a very long time."

"But—"

"But nothing. It’s straight up how it is."

She slumps back in her seat, her jaw slack, her brow furrowed with confusion as she stares blindly out the windshield. I wasn’t exactly forthcoming with the whole truth, but I didn’t lie. I don’t want anyone but her.

Being with women has always come easy for me. I’m efficient at charming them out of their panties, fucking them, and sending them on their way. Unless there’s an agreed upon arrangement where we meet to fuck, and only fuck, nothing more, nothing less, I’ve never been with a woman more than once.

Fee is my exception. From the day I met her, she changed the rules. She just didn’t know it until we both gave in that night. So many times I denied myself, knowing she wasn’t ready. I would never pressure her because I know the minute she feels backed into a corner, she turns tail and runs and it’s hell catching her.

We pull through the gates and park at the door. I nod to the driver then wait as Sera slides over before I reach for her hand to help her out. When she’s standing, I tug her into me, hold her face in my hands, and meet her gaze.

"I’ve been waiting patiently, Fee. All this time I’ve been waiting."

She gasps and nods.

"I didn’t think you wanted that—this. And I’d rather have you as a friend than nothing at all," she says, softening against me.

I nod. "I knew that and I knew you weren’t ready to believe me, even though you know I will never lie to you. But seeing that key on the table today... I knew I waited long enough, almost too long." I can’t lose her. I won’t. No matter what.

She leans into me and wraps her arms around my middle and hugs me tightly. I hold her close and breathe her in. She always smells like coconut and pineapple.

"What do you want to do?" she asks softly.

"Right now what I want to do is get you in the shower and wash your incredibly sexy body, finger you until you come, fuck you against the shower wall until you come again, and then I’m going to come hot and hard inside you."

"Well then."

I nod and lead her inside.

"Joan," I greet with a smile, then make a mental note to find out where Joan was earlier and just how the fuck Carina slithered herself into my home. Again.

"Welcome home, Cage," she greets in return. "Miss Sera. It’s so good to see you."

"Good to see you too," Sera says and leans in and hugs Joan. Joan has been taking care of me since I was thirteen. She put up with some real fucked up shit from me. She hated when I started working for Giovanni. She nearly kicked me out when she found out I was carrying a gun, and at the time I would have expected nothing less from anyone. I mean, no one else ever stuck around. Why would she? I still don’t have the answer to that, but she’s still here.

"Sera’s going to be staying with us for a little while. I’m going to keep her locked up in my room for the unforeseeable future, but we’d be grateful if you’d leave whatever smells so delicious on a couple plates for us for later."

Sera gasps and slaps at me.

I chuckle and Joan smiles.

"It’s good having you here, Sera. He’s better with you around," she tells her with a wink and walks down the hallway.

I silently lead her down the hallway to my room, pausing only to close the door to the green bedroom with a soft click when what I want to do is slam Carina’s head through the wood.

When we reach the bathroom, I turn the water on and step back to look at Sera. She’s fidgeting and it’s endearing. She has no need to be nervous with me. Ever. I will never, ever judge her. It’s not that she can do no wrong, because we all do wrong. It’s because I accept her completely—flaws, mistakes, everything. She’s my Fee.

Leaning forward I press my lips to hers, softly at first before deepening the kiss. She toes off her shoes. I lift the black Blush t-shirt to reveal red lace. Fuck. After this morning I know she’s wearing matching panties and Sera in red lace is truly a sight to behold.

She pushes my suit coat off then reaches for my tie and I grip her hips.

"Are you feeling alright?" I ask, not wanting to push her if she’s unwell.

"Nope."

I nod. "We can just shower and—"

"Not what I meant, honey," she tells me, just before she reaches out and pulls my shirt apart, buttons flying in different directions.

"Jesus, Fee. That was fucking hot."

"You haven’t seen anything yet," she teases as she slowly slides down her yoga pants.

I close my eyes, breathing deep before reopening them.

"You’re so beautiful."

She reaches for me but I stop her with a hand. I want her to stand there for me to look at while I finish undressing.

She tilts her head in question.

"I love looking at you, knowing I can," I admit, tossing my suit. I toe off my shoes, and my pants and boxers join the pile of clothes on the floor.

She reaches behind her back and removes her bra, then shimmies her panties down her legs. I want her so badly I hurt. My cock throbs in anticipation. It’s been so long—too long. I need her.

I reach for her and she comes willingly. I smash my mouth to hers, patience long fled. I walk her slowly backwards into the shower, water cascading over us, enveloping us in its warmth.

I cup her face in my hands and kiss her one more time before I reach for the body wash—her body wash. The fact that she stays here more than she does at CFD lately, had me shopping for her, stocking her favorite toiletries, foods, and drinks. I love that my house is quickly filling up with all things Fee.

I begin washing her body—her shoulders, her chest, I linger at her breasts, teasing her nipples, and when she presses her thighs together, I know she needs more.

My hand drifts between her thighs and I cup her before slipping a finger between the folds of her pussy and thrusting inside her. She cries out in relief when I add another finger to the first and pump them hard and fast into her. God, she’s incredible. So responsive and sexy.

Within minutes, she’s coming around my fingers, squeezing them tightly from inside and I can’t wait. I need her around my cock. Now.

I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist, reaching for my shoulders with her hands, and pressing her mouth to mine. She doesn’t bother with just lips. Not my Fee. She takes what she wants and right now she wants passionate tongue-tangling kisses.

Reaching between us, she positions my cock at her opening.

"Are we okay without using a condom?" I ask. I will always protect her.

"Yes. We’re fine and it’s something we need to talk about later, but right now I want you deep inside me," she purrs.

"Far be it for me to deny you."

I slowly push inside her, her wet heat surrounds my cock, the tight grip has me gritting my teeth so I don’t lose control but she’s having none of it. I smirk and gently bite her bottom lip as she pushes herself farther down onto my dick, then lifting and lowering until I’m fully seated inside her.

I hold still, her pressed against the wall, and she watches me. I’m trying to gather control but failing.

Her murmured, "Take me," has me losing it. I pull out, then thrust back in hard and deep, the warmth of her pussy massaging my cock in a way like no other. I thrust again and again, all the while she’s matching me as I fuck her like an animal in heat, pounding into her until we’re both on the edge of coming.

"Fee," I groan. "You feel too good. So incredibly hot around my cock." I grunt and thrust again. "You make me lose control."

Her breasts bounce with each thrust and I lean down to take a nipple into my mouth.

"In case you missed it," she moans, "I have no control with you." She cries out when I gently bite her nipple and moans again when I suck it hard and deep into my mouth while I fuck her hard and fast.

"Cage," she whispers, her eyes misting as she starts to come. I watch, mesmerized, as she throws her head back and moans out her pleasure.

I’m close, so close, and when her pussy clenches tighter with her orgasm, I lose it. The first spurt of cum jets out of me and I can’t breathe. The pleasure, so intense as I pour myself inside of her, each burst of cum weakening my knees until I can barely stay upright.

I rest my head in the curve of her neck and she has her arms around me, her fingers running over my neck in the way she knows I like, and I let out a sigh of complete contentment.

I love her. I do. I have loved her since the moment I saw her, before she even saw me. She’s the piece of me that’s missing, the piece that makes me whole.

I slowly lower her to standing and lean in to kiss this incredible woman who just gave me everything. I know what it means for her to give so much of herself and I’m so thankful she’s entrusted it to me.

"Fee," I whisper against her lips.

"Hmm?" she murmurs drowsily.

"Let’s get you washed up, clothed, and fed before you pass out."

"That’s a very good plan."

We wash each other and just before I’m about to turn off the water, she hesitates.

"What is it?"

She shakes her head.

Cupping her cheeks and looking into her eyes I whisper, "Tell me."

"Just... thank you."

"For what?"

"Not giving up on me," she whispers, those gorgeous brown eyes filling with tears.

I press my lips to hers softly, tenderly, giving her a moment to gather herself, knowing this moment right here is a defining one.

I pull back. "I will never give up on you, Fee. Never."

"Promise?" she asks.

"I promise."

She nods and hugs me tightly. I turn off the water and towel us dry. Joan has soup and bread waiting for us in the kitchen, which I watch Sera devour. She hasn’t eaten like this in such a long time I can’t help but feel relieved. She even manages to eat the peach Joan cut up for her.

"Wow, I was starving. It feels like I haven’t eaten in a year."

"Not a year, but definitely weeks. That medication is helping so quickly?" I ask.

She shrugs. "I don’t know if it’s that or the fluids they gave me. Maybe it’s all the ass kicking I did earlier," she smirks.

I reach up and rub my jaw. "Yeah, thanks for that."

"You betcha, baby," she teases with a wink.

I chuckle. "You hit nearly as hard as some of the men I know."

"I know," she boasts. "Grandpa taught us how." No matter how she tried, Lucy never learned to as hard as I do, much to her disgust.

"Of course he did." I just shake my head. Is there nothing she can’t do perfectly? When her eyes begin to droop again I pick her up, thank Joan for dinner, and carry my girl to bed. I tuck her in and she reaches for me.

"I just have a couple calls to make, Fee. I’ll be back shortly," I promise her with a kiss to her forehead.

"Okay. Hurry," she murmurs before she lets out a very unladylike snore.

I smile, not because she’s snoring, but because I know from the way she’s snoring she’s finally getting some genuine sleep. Then I remember Carina. Her barging in here while Sera and I were reconnecting this morning—how she nearly damaged the progress we’d made, and then this afternoon. What was she doing in my home while I wasn’t here—while she
knew
I wasn’t here and who exactly was she fucking?

I take my phone and head to my office and close the door. I push the button beneath a copy of
Great Expectations
and step into the room revealed when the panel slides to the side. I close it behind me. I can’t know what’s gone on here while I’ve been away, not until we review the security tapes—something Carina doesn’t realize I have, though she should know better.

I hit the number on my phone and he answers immediately.

"Cage."

"I think we have a problem."

"Tell me," is all Giovanni says, so I do. I tell him everything about Carina.

"This doesn’t sit well with me, Gio."

"No, nor with me. I’ve noticed the difference in her but I thought it was because of you and Serafina."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

The old man laughs. "Come on, Cage. I know all. I see all."

"Yes, Godfather," I tease, and he chuckles.

"Still so defiant."

I grunt in response.

"I mean, since you and Serafina have finally begun to admit you’re in love with each other."

"That’s her problem. She knows the rules," I bite out, pissed off.

"And she’s breaking them," Giovanni finishes. "She needs to be dealt with when the time comes."

"She does but we need proof first," I remind him.

"That won’t be difficult. She’s not very smart. She’s made more than one mistake so far, including leaving that ice pick in her trunk the day of her flat tire," he informs me.

"I haven’t forgotten. I’ll need to have some of the men review the tapes here at the house. Who can we be sure she’s not fucked into a deal? Because, according to Sera, she was definitely fucking someone in one of my beds." I let out a litany of curses.

"Definitely not the class act she pretends to be, is she?"

"Not at all."

"I’m not certain she didn’t have one of the enemy in your bed today. It would certainly feed that oversized ego of hers."

I think about that for a minute.

"What is it?" he asks.

"She was in Denver, Gio, when everything went down with Lucy and she was late for our meeting. The timing—"