after giving me a hug goodbye.
Jeez, no pressure, Mom.
I look up and meet his eyes, knowing that he’ll have to decline because somehow I don’t see Annabel and Cade Snr allowing their children not to attend a no doubt traditional Thanksgiving dinner at Castle de Carsen.
“Thanks. I’d love to come.”
Say what?
My surprise must be written all over my face, because Cade chuckles and pulls me into his side, kissing my temple. “If Abi would like me to, of course.”
“I . . . ah . . . sure, but won’t your parents be expecting you?”
His expression turns to one of amusement. “This year they can expect me not to be there. I can touch base with Callie and Jonathan in the morning, but I’ll be spending the rest of the day with my girlfriend and her family.” Swoon alert.
Mom is positively giddy now. “Awesome. We’ll let you get back to your Sunday plans,” she says with a knowing wink and I groan.
“Mom . . .”
“Oh, precious. You need to relax a little. I’m sure Cade can help you with that,” she says with a giggle followed by a wave of groans and “Mom” from my brothers waiting in the corridor.
“Bye Mom,” I say with a laugh. Never let it be said that it’s not entertaining—and occasionally embarrassing—having a free spirit for a parent.
As soon as the door closes, Cade’s eyes change from free and easy to determined and heated. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“So are you.”
“I should do something about that.”
“You should.”
“Any suggestions?”
“Follow your gut,” I reply with a coy smile, slowly backing away from him.
“How about I follow my cock?” He stalks me, one step forward to every one of mine retreating back.
“That works too.”
Cade wastes no time in stripping me naked after that, taking me on the couch . . . and the floor . . . and the kitchen counter, too.
Three hours later, I’m dozing in bed when the sheet at my waist slowly slides down towards the end of the bed, Cade’s palm smoothing over my hip and around to the small of my back then over my ass.
“Mmmmm,” I moan, spreading my legs and hoping he gets the hint.
I should’ve known he wouldn’t need any encouragement.
His fingers delve down, his thumb easing inside me while his index finger initiates a swirl and press manoeuver that should be taught to every man for the future pleasure of all womankind.
“So wet . . .” he says, pressing his naked body—and the exquisite hard-on—into my side. “I can’t get enough of you.”
My stomach flutters, and I bury my face in the pillow to stifle my surprised gasp when he bites my shoulder.
“You’re testing my recovery time,” he murmurs
Turning my head to look at him, I run my arm between us and wrap my hand around his cock, giving a firm squeeze on my upward stroke.
“Feels like you’re holding up just fine,” I say with a wry smile.
“I’m always hard for you.”
Why does that make me feel so damn good?
“Too much talking,” I whimper as he adds a second finger. I stroke him again, down then up, swiping my thumb across the sensitive tip. Two can play at this game.
“I like you vocal. I love to hear you moan . . .” His hands part my legs farther as he languidly pushes inside me. “Especially when I do that.”
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his hips, I let him take me as he powers into me with forceful thrusts that reverberate throughout my entire body. This is beyond sex—this is surreal fucking that should be documented for future generations. It would be a worldwide bestseller: How To Rock Her World By Completely Shattering Her Vagina.
That’s the last coherent thought I have for a good long while. One thing I’m absolutely certain of is that Cade Carsen does not lack anything in any way, shape, or form, especially stamina.
I never thought I’d say this, but right now I’m glad Naked Sundays only happen once a week.
Hello, Penis, it’s me, Vagina—and I need a time out.
The Friday before Thanksgiving, I’m working a shift at the Pink Monkey when my friend—and manager—Brandi trots her way over to me.
“You always get the hot ones,” she says petulantly.
“What?” I reply with a laugh.
“In the red room, end of the hall, there is a sex-on-legs tall drink of water waiting for you. Paid over and above to have you—and only you—dance for him.”
“Really?” My eyes widen. Yes, it’s a high-end establishment, and