I stared into Nicholas’s eyes as he stared into mine, meeting his hips with every thrust, feeling all the years of angst between us falling away every time our bodies collided.
This was just a release of pent-up lust, though.
It felt like something more…
“I… I…” I felt my pussy throbbing against him, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.
“You what?” he teased, gently moving his hand away from my mouth. “You’re about to let me see you come on this dick?”
“Yes…”
“Good girl.” He suddenly slowed down and thrust into me harder, catching me off guard and sending me over the edge.
As if he knew what was coming, he covered my mouth—muffling his name as it ripped out of my throat.
He reached his release seconds later, and we remained panting and entwined, both trying to steady our breaths.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
All I could do was nod.
He slowly moved out of me and lifted me onto the bed. Then he took off the condom and tossed it away.
I expected him to lie beside me, but he didn’t.
Instead, he walked over to his fallen pants and pulled out another condom before moving on top of me.
“Grab the headboard for me,” he whispered against my skin. “Now.”
“For what?”
“Because.” He grabbed my hands and placed them where he wanted. “I’m about to punish you for the rest of the night, for making me sleep on the floor…”
15B
NICHOLAS
Hours later
Jenna stared at me, her skin still slick with sweat, her shoulders marred with bites from my mouth.
“Something on your mind?” I asked.
“No.” The look on her face gave it away, so I rolled her on top of me.
“I’m listening.”
“It’s nothing, Mr.—”
“Nicholas.” I smiled. “Surely, you don’t think you should be calling me that right now…”
“Right.” She blushed. “When exactly did you talk to my dad about marrying me?”
I froze; I hadn’t expected that at all.
I still owe Brandon a broken jaw for letting that slip…
“When?” She pressed. “On the plane while I was sleeping? Or maybe he had the timeline confused?”
