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one. Thick, though not as thick as his hardened cock.
    “What do you intend to do with that?” I lean on my elbows.
    Zane kisses my stomach. “I’m going to fuck you with this. I want to watch it go in and out until you come.”
    I raise an eyebrow, willing to try anything once.
    Zane leans forward and presses the cucumber inside. The feeling is odd. The cucumber is kind of cold, but it doesn’t feel bad. Not bad at all.
    Zane slowly drags it in and out , his eyes focused on what he’s doing. He rubs my clit with his thumb. “I’m going to make you come so many times you’ll beg me to stop.”
    That seem s highly unlikely, but God it feels good. I moan, close to coming. “I’d like to see you try,” I whisper between clenched teeth. The feeling is so intense and fucking amazing. I throw my head back as my orgasm explodes.
    “That’s exactly what I intend to do.” Zane doesn’t slow his pace, pushing the cucumber deeper inside my pussy. He kisses my clit, suckles it, and pulls it into his mouth.
    “Holy God, Zane.”
    Instead of my orgasm dying off, it intensifies, and I feel like I’m going to come again.
    Just as I’m about to, he pulls the cucumber out and sticks his tongue inside my pussy. I shudder all over his tongue.
    But he still doesn’t stop.
    He removes one of the nipple clamps and takes it into his mouth, his fingers move in and out of my pussy.
    “Oh God, Zane. Please, don’t stop.”
    I feel his smile against my breast as he removes the other clamp and takes that breast into his mouth. Just as I’m about to come, he rips the vibrating egg from my ass and flips me onto my stomach. My big toes barely touch the floor. He pulls out a leather strap, spreads my legs and slaps my pussy with it.
    The sensation is amazing. “Fuck, I’m going to come,” I moan, shocked that he’s wreaking such intense, delicious torture on my body. He slaps my pussy again. And just as my orgasm crests, he shoves his cock into me.
    “Cadence. Sweet Cadence. I could fuck you forever.” He rocks into me over and over. Faster and faster. His hands are on my waist.
    I moan, beyond spent, but my body is still anxious for him. His body tenses, and I know his orgasm is close. But at the last minute, he pulls out, gently turns me so that we’re facing each other, and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses me tenderly and slowly slides into my pussy. Once. Twice. And then he comes. He kisses my chin, my cheeks, my lips.
    “How do you feel? Want more?”
    The truth is I do. But I don’t know that my body could handle it.
    He kisses the area between my breasts. “Let’s take a shower.”
    I nod. And he growls.
    “A shower sounds good,” I say, barely able to keep my eyes open.

 
     
    Chapter 9
     
    After a shower, Zane tucks me into the huge bed and I fall asleep immediately. When I wake, it’s morning. Zane’s side has been used, but he isn’t there.
    I get ready, putting my hair in a loose bun and brushing mascara on my eyes. At the last minute I add some light pink gloss. I don’t do more just in case I’m supposed to be filming today. Zane didn’t tell me I was, but then we didn’t do much talking last night.
    I decide to wear a dress. It isn’t exactly professional. It’s light pink, like a soft blush, with spaghetti straps and lace edging along the neckline, emphasizing my cleavage. The material is soft, liquid, and it skims over my body like a cool hug. I pair it with a taupe ankle strap bootie. I like what I see in the mirror, but as I leave the closet, I grab a sweater wrap that’s the exact color of my shoes. Just in case , I think. Then I decide, what the hell, and switch out purses, too. I’ve only used one so far and there’s a matching clutch amongst all the others.
    Then I head out of the bedroom. I’m starving.
    Zane is sitting on one of the dining chairs eating. He’s wearing black pants, matching shoes, and a gray button-down shirt. His sandy blond hair is perfectly