Nico grips me under the armpits, drags me from between his legs, and throws me onto my back. He covers me with his body and kisses me. His mouth trails a path down my jaw and neck to my breasts, which Nico sucks into his mouth.
Rough and demanding.
Sparks flow from my nipples to my pussy. The two erogenous zones connected with invisible golden threads.
Nico’s alarm goes off.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He turns off the chimes, rolls onto his back, and drapes his arm over his eyes.
“Are you feeling okay, baseball boy?”
“No,” he grunts.
“No?” I bite back a laugh.
He turns his head and glares at me. “No. I’m not. You just rocked my fucking world with that mouth of yours, and now it’s impossible for me to get hard and fuck you before I leave. You broke my fucking dick, woman.”
I bark a laugh. “I think you mean ‘thank you for the best blowjob and orgasm you’ve ever had’.”
“Smartass. Come here.” Nico slides his arm under my neck and yanks me to his side, kissing my forehead.
“So, you liked that then?” I ask, tracing the lines of the Roman numerals, which represent important dates in his life, on his ribs below the Roman warrior.
Nico tilts my chin up for me to look into his eyes. “Hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Only you, Savannah. Only you.”
My happy little heart warms at his confirmation. He’s going to enjoy knowing my ass is also untouched.
The alarm goes off again. “Guess that means our time is up?”
“For now,gattina.”
“For now.” He gives me another kiss before climbing out of bed, his perfect, ink-free buns on display.
“Nico?”
He looks over his shoulder, giving me his attention.
“Why don’t you have tattoos from the waist down?”
“I squat too much.” He flashes me a pearly-white smile.
I giggle as he shakes his firm ass and swaggers the rest of the way to the bathroom to shower before his flight, shouting over his shoulder for me to join him.
I slide off the bed to follow Nico when my phone rings in the distance. The sound of two devoted sisters singing has me stumbling. Guilt claws at my insides as I freeze halfway to the shower.
Charlotte.I haven’t spoken to her since she sicced Denver on me. The song ends, only to start over.
“Shoot.” I look around the room for my clothes but come up empty, remembering how Nico stripped me out of my clothes in the hallway as soon as I walked through the door after my shift. I scoop Nico’s shirt up off the floor and pull it over my head.
I rush out of the bedroom into the hallway, where my bag lies on the floor. Digging through my things, I grab my phone as the song ends and starts ringing again. I swipe it open and bring it to my ear. “Charlotte?”
“Savannah. What the hell? You weren’t answering. I need you,” Charlotte cries. “It’s Thomas.”
I slip into pediatrician mode instantly, pushing my worry for my nephew aside. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“He won’t stop vomiting, and his poop is slimy and green.”
“Okay, that can be a few things. Does he have a fever?”
