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pocket of his gray suit pants and removed his matching jacket, setting it carefully in the limo. The man looked gorgeous, as usual. His black dress shirt molded his muscled torso perfectly.
    I quickly ran to the bathroom. Splashed some water on my face and wiped at my smeared eyeliner, then ran a brush through my hair. With my shoulder in the sling it was all I could do.
    When he knocked on the door I forced a smile as I opened it. “Hey,” I said.
    “Hey, yourself. How’s my wounded tiger?” He pulled me into a careful hug.
    I buried my face against his chest. He smelled so good and having his body against mine caused me to cry again. The pain meds had to be messing with my emotions. “It feels good to have you hold me.”
    “Anytime, Dandelion.” He squeezed lightly. “I missed you,” Cage said against my hair.
    I’d only been gone a couple of days, but I’d missed him too. Turning my face up, I opened my mouth, begging for him to kiss me. He complied, his tongue flicking the inside of my mouth. His breath tasted of his minty lifesavers.
    “How about I get you out of those clothes?” He undid the button on my jeans and slid them down my thighs, pulling off my black patent leather shoes before removing my pants. Then he kissed my pussy and I moaned. I found his tie, loosened it and pulled his shirt from his pants.
    “I want you naked, Mr. Devereux.”
    He kicked off his shoes, removed his pants, underwear, tie and shirt in quick order. Then he helped me get naked. I took his hand and we went into my bedroom.
    “Lie down, Cage. It’s my turn to help you relax.” I took his hardened cock in my hands, bent over and sucked on his tip.
    Cage let out a long breath. “Fuck, you’ve got an amazing mouth, tiger.”
    I took him all the way in my mouth until he was touching the back of my throat and sucked, stroking his balls until he was so huge he filled my mouth.
    Cage panted, his hands grabbed hold of my hair. “Fuck, Dandelion. God that feels so good.”
    I was glad he was enjoying himself, but the cut on my neck was hurting. Cage was tensing. I could feel his orgasm was close. I decided to continue, but Cage seemed to sense what was wrong.
    He sat up. “My little tiger, you’re a champ, but it’s my turn. Lie down.”
    I was grateful and did as he asked, spreading my legs for him. He kneeled in front of me and worked his magic on my pussy.
    After several orgasms I moved to get off the bed. Cage rolled up over so that he was on his stomach. “I’m going to take a nap.”
    I laughed and then thought of something. “Hey,” I smacked him on his bare ass. “What was the news you wanted to share before?” I picked up my bra and tried to put it on.
    He pulled on his boxers and then his pants. “It’s Birdy.” He glanced at his watch. “She’s being released in about an hour.”
    I squealed. Couldn’t help myself. “Oh my god. Are you serious?” As quick as I could manage I began pulling on my clothes. I needed something sharp, fashionable, something that would make Birdy proud to know me. I found navy panties and got them on as well as navy dress pants. I pulled on a white sports bra and a white button up shirt. The buttoning part was proving difficult. 
    Cage came over and finished with the buttons, then tucked the ends into my pants. “Totally serious.” He smirked and quickly kissed me on the mouth.
    “Well, let’s go,” I said picking up my bag and throwing it over my good shoulder. 
    Cage laughed. “You need shoes.” He finished dressing and then helped me into a pair of navy Louis Vuitton ankle boots.
    “Thanks. You’re quite handy,” I said, grabbing a scarf, wrapping it around my neck, and turning off my bedroom light as I followed him out.
    “What about your hair?” he asked, touching a loose curl.
    I sighed. “I guess I should brush it.” I went into the bathroom, turned on the light and picked up my brush.
    “Let me help,” Cage said.
    “Really?” I handed him the