He arched an eyebrow, running his fingers through his mussed hair. “Yes?”
“I love you.” She leaned forward to kiss his nose and saw his eyes flare open wide. “I won’t co-sign all of your decisions, and sometimes you get on my nerves, but I do love you, and I want to see you grow. And as long as you try to do that—as long as you’re kind to me—I’ll forgive you.” Resting her head on the pillow beside him, she whispered, “It’s really that simple.”
His mouth tilted. This close, she could see all the little individual dots of his stubble, and all the lines and angles thatcomprised his beautiful, infuriating face. “You’re such a goody two-shoes.”
“And you’re a demon prince,” she said, not unkindly.
He reached up and flicked her nose.
“As long as that means you’re my princess.”
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Jay woke up to the smell of coffee. It sliced through her dreams like an arrow, and she startled, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling and wondering why the room didn’t look like hers. Then a weight lifted from her feet and she heard a bark, punctuated by a series of whimpers and a closed door.
A more pervasive pressure took its place, followed by the brush of a man’s stubbled mouth against her cheek. Nicholas’s blurry face snapped into sharp focus and her eyes darted from his eyes to his T-shirt, to his mesh shorts. “Hey,” she said shyly. “You’re all dressed.”
“I tried waking you up but you whined something about being sore. And then the puppy came in.”
Jay sat up, letting the sheets fall to her waist. “Where are you going?”
“Just for a run. I came to kiss you goodbye first.”
“Okay. But I didn’t brush my teeth.”
“I didn’t mean on the mouth.”
Just in case his meaning wasn’t clear, he yanked the sheets back. Jay yelped, tugging his sweatshirt down over her thighs. He pushed her hands away, pinning her wrists to the bed.
“Lie down, and keep your hands up there. I don’t want you trying to drive.”
“Nick.” She was shocked by his crudeness.
“I know. You’resore.”
Nicholas smoothed his hands over her skin before pushing her legs apart and kissing her so deeply that her breath caught. She was still sensitive and swollen from the previous night and the extra stimulation was paved with little bursts of discomfort.
“Nick—” she gasped.
He had mapped out her body in dark rooms with an enthusiasm that now felt like it might be her undoing as he sucked on her aching clit hard enough that it almost hurt when she came, and she squeezed his shoulders with her knees, nearly unable to bear it.
“I’ve never kissed anyone else like this, you know,” he said. “Just you.”
“Oh my god,” she cried out hoarsely, when he guided one of her legs over his shoulder, spreading her wide on his sheets. But she didn’t resist, drawing in a deep breath as she slid one of her hands beneath her sweatshirt to cup one of her breasts.
“Did you like hearing that? I thought you would.”
“Fuck.” Jay closed her eyes. “Please don’t stop.”
“Tell Daddy how much you love being the only girl who gets to fuck his face.”
“I love it,” she sobbed. “All of it, god, anything, please—” He switched to his tongue and her low cries became hoarse screams of pleasure that had hot streaks of white flaring in her periphery as her body lifted off the bed. “Nicholas. Oh my god.”
“You love this.” He ran his fingers down the backs of her thighs as he kissed her again, deep and lingering—the way he kissed her on the mouth. Her legs trembled. “You loveme.”
“Yes,” she cried. “I do. Oh—Daddy—fuck—”
“I love seeing you like this.” His breath tickled her tingling skin and when he kissed her just below her mons, another throb pulsed through her aching flesh. “I used to be amazed that I could do this to you. Watching you come would get me worked up for hours.”
