Being Mrs. Cane by Shanora Williams EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Shanora Williams
- Language: English
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IT’S BEEN eight weeks since Cane and I got back from Belize.
Eight weeks since I screamed the word “Yes!” while Cane was perched
on one knee in front of me.
As a little girl, I used to dream about how he would ask me. Of course,
back then I was delusional, and he had no idea that I loved him so deeply, but
still—I always wondered how the Quinton Cane would ask a woman to
Would he make himself vulnerable by dropping to one knee? Would he
look her in the eyes? Would he say something deep and sweet, or quick and
I got the answers to all of those questions that night in Belize, and it was
one of the best moments we’ve ever shared.
Marriage was a big step, one I hadn’t mentally prepared for after
everything we’d been through. To be honest, I was perfectly content with
where we were before he asked for my hand in marriage. We were happy,
living our lives, and enjoying one another’s company, and that was all I’d
Take this very morning, for example. I was happy. Cane and I were in the
bed, and I’d just begun to stir as the sun spilled over the horizon. He was
sleeping, but when I ran a hand over his bare chest he groaned, and his eyes
slowly peeled open.
“Mmm,” he murmured. “Morning, little one.”
There was always something about his voice in the morning. The extra
bass to it—a gravelly-ness that made me clench. Yes, clench.
“You leave tonight,” I said with a sigh. I wasn’t too pleased about it.
Then again, I never was. Every time he had to travel for work, I missed the
hell out of him. He always extended the offer of joining him, but I didn’t
want to distract him. I knew work was work, and he needed to concentrate
and be present for the majority of it.
“I’ll be back soon,” he rumbled. I climbed on top of him, swinging my
hair to one side.
“You’ll miss me?”
“Every second,” he said, smiling as he clutched my hips. “I’ll be thinking
about you every day that I’m away. Thinking of all the things I can do to
“Oh yeah? Things like what?” I asked, biting back a grin. “Show me.”
He didn’t hesitate. He flipped me onto my back, and I let out a shrill yelp
as he pushed up on one elbow, his face hovering over mine. His hand slid
over my belly, moving down to my pelvis. He pushed his hand between my
legs, and when I was exposed, one of his fingers skimmed over my bare
“Things like touching you here,” he said, his lips above mine.
He adjusted his body higher, sliding two fingers inside me. “Fucking you
with my fingers,” he rasped on my lips. “Feeling your wet pussy come all
I moaned, and clenched again.
“What…else?” My voice was breathy—erratic—as he massaged my clit
with the bottom of his palm, his fingers still penetrating deep. He continued
the massaging a few seconds longer but then came to a rapid stop. “No,” I
whined. “Why did you stop?”
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