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It’s Saturday afternoon, and I’m just finishing up at work. I’m aching and tired from last night's sexual aerobics, and my stomach thinks my throat has been cut.
“You off already?” Samuel mumbles, glancing at me as I pull on my jacket. I tug my hair out of it, wincing as my curls catch on the zip.
“Already?” I chuckle, pulling my bag onto my shoulder. “I started at eight. Have a good afternoon.”
I wave goodbye as I walk to the staff exit, a spring in my step. It opens out into an alleyway, and I shiver with unease. Ever since I was kidnapped, I hated using this exit. I didn’t want to alert my boss to my situation; she still thinks I had a bad case of flu. I close the door behind me, turning to see Cain standing at the bottom of the alley.
He is leaning against a wall, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He is gazing at me like I’m Christmas morning, and I can’t help but beam at him.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” I ask, tilting my head towards him.
His lips break out into a smile, and he reaches out for me as I near him. He smells so goddamn good, a mixture of peppermint and wood spice. Yum.
“Can’t I pick my girl up from work?” He mumbles against my lips, his thumb stroking my cheek softly.
“Mmm, if you’re going to kiss me like this, then yes, you absolutely can.”
He moves me so that I’m up against the wall, his hands tugging my hips against his. His kisses are sensual yet hot, my hands wrapping around his neck as he pulls me in close.
“How are you so beautiful?”
I hum against his mouth, his fingers pushing my shirt to the side, his lips dropping to my neck. I push my head back, staring at the sky with a stupid grin on my face. As my gaze travels back down, I catch sight of someone watching us from the window of my store. My fingers grip Cain's shoulders, and I point up at the window.
“What’s wrong?” Cain asks, frowning at me.
The figure moves back when Cain whips his head round to follow my finger, and I wrap my arms around his waist, burying my head in his neck.
“Max,” Cain says, tilting my head up to his. “What did you see?”
His eyes scan mine with worry, and I force a laugh.
“Someone was looking at us from the window. Probably a customer,” I shrug, as Cain nods, looking back up to the empty window.
“Well, we could always give them something to watch..” he winks, dropping his arm around my shoulders. I lean against him, resisting the urge to look back up at the window. Maybe it was a customer.
“I thought we could go out tonight,” Cain declares, gazing down at me as we walk through the busy streets. Shoppers surround us as we dodge bags of all shapes and sizes, laughing when a woman shouts at another woman for barging into her. It was inevitable really, these streets are windy and narrow, plus they were cobbled, making walking on them a work out.
“Where?” I look up at Cain, as he pulls me out of the way of another manic shopper.
“Charlotte and Harry are out, and they’ve asked us to go along,” he grins, his eyes still on the path ahead. I shiver with anticipation, the thought of a night out with just the four of us excites me beyond belief.
“Yeah?” Cain checks, his hand slipping into mine as we head to the multi storey car park.
I nod, skipping behind him to keep up with his long strides. Pretty soon we were in the fast lane of the motorway, heading back towards his house.
“I need to get my things,” I point out, as he chuckles.
“I’ve already thought of that. Your sister dropped some stuff round earlier.”
“Frankie did?” I ask, twirling my hair around my finger. “That’s so nice!”
I can only hope she has picked me something decent to wear. Most of my things were still stuffed in my suitcase, yet to be unpacked. I missed my little flat, but I couldn’t go back there now; not after the break in.
“I hope she remembered my makeup.” I muse, texting Charlotte.
Ohhhhhh I know! Can’t wait! Dirty martini’s all round!
Frankie picked my outfit. Apparently she dropped some stuff over earlier…
Charlotte doesn’t reply, and I drop my phone into my bag. I peek at Cain, who is driving with one hand on the wheel, the other on my thigh. His thumb circles my knee, his fingers stroking my tender skin.
“Can you be ready for seven?” He asks, turning off the motorway. I laugh, frowning at him.
“It’s only three. How long do you think it takes me to get ready?”
He glances at me, a smirk on his lips.
“I know, but I want to fuck you at least twice before we go.”
A heat pools between my legs, and I sink my teeth into my lip in response. Cain only had to say the word, and I was dripping like a faucet.
“Oh really? Well maybe I wanted some deep conversation before we left,” I shoot back, enjoying his amused smile.
“We can have that. What do you want to talk about?”
My fingers dance down his arm, sweeping the dark hairs to one side as his muscles tense beneath my touch.
“How much I love you,” I whisper, emotion thickening my words.
Cain smiles then, his grey eyes meeting mine. My stomach does a somersault, and he clears his throat.
“That is a deep conversation. How much do you love me?”
He pulls up to his house, and I smile as I unclip my belt, reaching for the door handle. His hand stops me, and I turn back to him with surprise.
“I can’t put it into words,” I say, as he strokes my face lightly.
“Enough?” He swallows, a vulnerability in his eyes I’ve not seen before. Panic seizes my chest, and I lick my lips.
“Cain, what’s happened?”
“Nothing,” he answers, shaking his head. “I just wondered if you love me enough to move in with me.”
My mouth falls open, and I slump back into my seat. Cain exhales, drumming his fingers on the dash as he studies me.
“Too soon? I’m sorry-”
Cains face drops, and he sighs, pushing a hand through his hair.
“I thought, maybe it was time. I’m sorry, I jumped way ahead,” he rumbles, his eyes meeting mine.
“No, Cain, it’s not too soon,” I whisper, my eyes filling with tears.
Cain's head snaps up to mine, a boyish smile on his face.
“Seriously?” He yells, making me wince.
He grabs my face in both of his hands, kissing me fully on the mouth. I’m crying with happiness as he kisses my eyelids, his thumb wiping away my tears.
“Maxie, don’t cry.”
“I’m happy though,” I sob, hiccuping as I speak. We both laugh, and he holds me until I calm down. I sleep better with Cain. I love waking up next to him.
“You’re my happy place,” Cain murmurs, kissing my nose, then my lips. “My home wasn’t a home until you came.”
“I love you so much,” I whisper, my hands wrapping around his neck as our foreheads rest together.
“I love you too, roomy.”
We break apart then, and leave the car. I make my way to his house, my hands in his as he leads the way. When we get to the door, Cain reaches inside his pocket and holds out a long silver key. Attached to the key is a letter; a sparkly red M,
“Change what you want to make it your home too,” Cain says, dropping the key into my hand as he closes my fingers around the cool metal. “I want you to be happy here.”
I’m too choked up to reply, instead I kiss him again. He moves back, allowing me to use my key to open the door. The lock opens easily, and when I step inside everything looks exactly as it always does. I drop my keys to the side, twisting around to see Cain studying me with a warm grin.
“Shall we have a bath and some wine before we get ready?” Cain says, walking past me to the kitchen.
“A bath with wine in the afternoon? How decadent,” I chuckle, watching as he held two wine glasses between his fingers. His muscles ripple as he hooks a bottle of wine in his hand, turning and nodding to the stairs.
“Could you strip as you go up?”
“You are such a pervert, Cain Harvey.”
“Call the police,” he smirks, watching as I tug my jacket off. As I walk upstairs I’m unbuttoning my shirt dress, aware he is watching me from behind. I walk into the bathroom, the roll top tub taking centre place in the room. It has claws for feet, and plenty of space for two.
Cain drops the glasses to the side, placing the wine beside them. He runs the taps, adding bath salts before helping me undress. He pushes down the sides of my dress, revealing my bare shoulders. His lips dot kisses along my skin, unhooking the bra as he strokes my nipples.
My body responds to his touch like it has no other, and he knows it.
“Round one,” he declares, his fingers hooking into my tights and underwear, dragging them to the ground.