“How was that?”
I yanked her up on top of me and kissed her. I ran my fingers through her hair and looked deep into those forest-green eyes. “You’re perfect, angel.”
We dozed off like that, her with a leg slung over me, her breasts smashing into my side, her head tucked into the crook of my shoulder. And it was indeed perfect.
Chapter 28
Annie
NOVEMBER | Balance: $49,382
I woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. Greg’s floppy skin was tucked into my belly, his head resting between my boobs. I pulled on a t-shirt and some tall socks from Nick’s drawer, did a quick once-over in the bathroom, and wandered out to the kitchen. Nick was at the stove, his brow furrowed as he focused on flipping an omelet.
“Morning.”
His face brightened right away. “Hey, you’re up. You sleep okay?”
I nodded. “Real heavy. Forgot to take off my makeup, though. My eyes feel all gross.”
He rested his spatula on the stove and opened his arms for a hug, kissing the top of my head. “Good thing they still lookpretty.”
I tilted my head back to look at him at that angle, flashing him a bright smile. “You cooking?”
“Wasn’t going to send you home on an empty stomach. Greg would have my head.” He ran his hands over my shirt. “This is cozy. You should keep it.”
“Maybe I will.”
His fingers played with the hem, then grazed over my bare butt. “Wait a minute, Miss Markham. Are you not wearing any panties?”
I grinned up at him. “I dunno. Maybe.”
He breathed out a soft “fuck” as he traced the crease of my butt. His voice was a rumbly growl. “You’re telling me you’re wandering around my kitchen with a bare pussy?”
“You got something to say about it, Oberbeck?”
He filled his hands with my ass cheeks, thinking. “Yeah. Hands on the counter.”
I gaped at him, eyes shifting between his, a thrill going through me. He quirked an eyebrow. “You need me to tell you twice, Annabelle?”
I squeaked and did as he asked while he turned off the stove and plated the omelet. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Same thing I did last night, but this time, without looking. Sound good to you?”
My stomach jumped as he caged me in from behind, running his hands down my thighs. “Yep.”
Nick lifted the back of the shirt to look at my ass. “Fuck, Annie, you’re killing me with this.” His hands cupped my waist as his lips met my neck. “You’ll tell me if anything’s not working, yeah?”
“Of course.”
He hummed. “Good. Now tell me, Annabelle, did you come in here with a bare, wet pussy just hoping I’d play with you?”
One hand slid between my legs, a groan escaping him as he coated a finger in my slick. “God, yes you did. Such a goodfucking girl.”
I leaned my head back into him. “Nick, where did you get this dirty talk? I love it.”
“I bet you do, because my golden girl likes being dirty,” he said, his fingers working slow, torturous circles over my clit. “I thought about you when I jacked off and thought about how I might talk to you. What might turn you on.”
My nipples tingled from that mental image, my body pressing back into his. He grazed my earlobe with his teeth before speaking again. “But I still have some questions.”
