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“Thanks for noticing,” he said, bobbing his eyebrows at her. Cynthia giggled, making Spade smile. “That’s better,” he said. “And don’t worry, we’ll fit, honey. I’ll give you plenty of time to adjust to my size. You just tell me when you’re ready for me to move. You have all the control here, Cynthia.” She doubted that she was in control of anything, but there was no way that she’d tell Spade no—not now.
Cynthia nodded her agreement, and he rolled her to the top of his body. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m giving you control,” he said. “You can go as fast or slow as you want.” She liked the idea of riding Spade. She wanted to watch him when he found his release, just as he had her.
She slid her slick folds over his shaft, and he moaned. Spade was on edge, and she liked it. Cynthia stared sliding down his cock, inch by inch and when she was fully seated, she found herself panting.
“You okay?” he said, his voice hoarse.
“Yeah, you just feel so good,” she breathed. “I’m ready,” she said. Spade didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed her ass in his big hands and helped her move up and down his shaft. He set a punishing pace and when he was close, he rolled her underneath his big body to finish. He shouted out her name and collapsed on top of her body. It felt good having his weight on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She wanted them to stay just like that, but Spade rolled to her side.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to crush you,” he said.
“You weren’t crushing me,” she insisted. “You felt good.” She snuggled into his side, and he wrapped an arm around her, tugging her close.
“You felt good too, honey,” he said. They lay like that until the room fell dark and she never wanted to get out of his bed. Making him the promise to stay in his bed wasn’t one that she’d regret, she was sure of that. Spade was quickly becoming more than just her safe space, but Cynthia knew that telling him that wasn’t a good idea. They were only just beginning, and she wanted to see where things could go between them. Scaring him away now would only lead to more heartache and regret for her, and that wasn’t something she wanted or needed in her life again.
Spade
They had spent the past few weeks getting to know each other. Maybe they did things a bit backward, jumping into bed first, but he didn’t give a fuck. He wanted Cynthia and the more time he spent with her, the more he wanted her. Spade had a feeling that would never change for him.
They were coming up empty for suspects. They had questioned some of the guys down at the club and no one seemed to have any answers. He had gone into the office yesterday and Razor barreled out of his office, making Spade believe that he had some news. Instead, he told him some crazy plan to have Cynthia see a hypnotist. At first, he told his boss that it was a bad idea, but Razor broke him down, explaining that it might be their only way of catching who did this to Cynthia. He told Razor that he’d ask her about seeing a hypnotist, but if she said no, he wouldn’t push her. Razor agreed and gave Spade twenty-four hours to convince her, and then, he’d get involved. Spade had a feeling that his boss wouldn’t be as nice about convincing Cynthia to agree to his plan, so he knew that failure wasn’t an option.
Spade found her in the kitchen, sitting at the table, having a cup of coffee. He almost hated to bother her, but it was now or never. He was down to the last ten hours, and he needed to convince her that Razor’s idea was the best way forward in her case.
Spade cleared his throat to get her attention. Cynthia looked up at him and smiled, pushing the seat next to him over so he’d sit down with her. “Razor has this crazy idea about you seeing a hypnotist. He has one on retainer and she helps with cases of amnesia, and stuff like that. He thinks she might be able to help you, too.” There—it was out there. He was always a pull-the-band-aid-off quickly kind of guy, but even that was fast for him.
Cynthia sat the coffee mug down on the table. “As in, I’ll be in a trance?” she asked.
“Well, yeah, but it will be done with a professional doctor who is trained to do this kind of thing,” he said.
“Do you think it’s a good idea too?” she asked. “What if she tells me to cluck like a chicken every time I hear a certain word or phrase?” she asked. “I mean, I can’t live like that—running around, clucking like a chicken.”
Spade chuckled and pulled Cynthia into his arms. “I’m sure that she won’t make you cluck like a chicken, honey,” he assured. “If it helps, I’ll be in the room with you.”
“You will?” she asked. Spade nodded, “Will anyone else?”
“Only if you want them to be. It can just be you, me, and the doctor, or just you and the doctor. It’s totally up to you.” He was hoping that she’d want him in the room with her, but he’d find a way to understand if she didn’t. He just felt very protective of her since the night that she was roofied, he didn’t want to leave her out of his sight.
“Would you be okay if I wanted you to be in the room with me?” He started to tell her that he would, and she held up her hand, stopping him. “Before you answer, I just want to warnyou that I’ve never been hypnotized and I might say something embarrassing,” she said.
He couldn’t help his smile as he pulled her hand down, kissing each one of her fingers before answering her. Spade could see the effect he was having on her and he loved the way that she responded to even that simple gesture. She leaned into his body, and he chuckled. “Hold that thought, honey,” he said. “We’ll get back to that in a minute. You can’t say anything that will embarrass me or you, and I’d love to be in the room with you. If you can’t tell, I’m just a bit protective of you and I don’t like leaving you alone with anyone—doctor or not.”
“Protective,” she breathed, “of me?” She was teasing him, and he loved it when Cynthia was playful. “I hadn’t noticed.”
He stood and picked her up from the sofa. “Well, then, how about if I remind you how protective I can be?” he asked. He carried her up the steps to his bedroom and gently tossed her on his bed, making her giggle. He loved that about her too. Cynthia’s laughter always sounded magical to him. God, he was losing his mind over this woman, and they had only been together for a handful of days now.
Spade lay down next to her and pulled her into his body, loving the way they seemed to fit together. “I, um,” she stuttered. For a split second, he thought that Cynthia was going to tell him that she loved him, but that was ridiculous, right? How could she be in love with him when they were just getting to know each other still?
“I really like you,” she said. His heart did a little flip-flop in his chest, and he wondered why that was. Did he want her to use the “L” word already, or was he relieved that she hadn’t?
“I really like you too, Cynthia,” he said. “But I’m betting you already knew that.”
“I kind of figured that out when you asked me out at Ink’s the first day we met,” she teased.
“Well, that was a major clue,” he teased.
She cuddled into his body, and he wrapped his arms around her. “I’d like to see the hypnotist if you and Razor think that she can help us solve the case. And I’d like you to be in the room with me, Spade. I feel safe around you.” His heart did another flip-flop, and this time, he knew exactly why. He was falling in love with Cynthia and hearing her say that she felt safe around him had him wanting to spill his guts to her. But it was too soon for that stuff, and the last thing he wanted to do was scare Cynthia away.
