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“Jesus.” I kiss her slowly, taking my time. Savoring her. “Let’s go home, baby. I need to make up for all the years I didn’t have you.”

Then I pause, staring at her like she’s everything—because she is.

“Thank you for choosing to be mine, baby. I don’t deserve you, but I swear I’ll never let you go. I hope you understand that. You’re mine, Sierra. Forever mine.”

TWENTY-ONE

Sierra

I don’t know if I’m awake or I’m dreaming, but Nick is between my legs, his mouth on my clit. His tongue slides inside my pussy, slow and deep, making me squirm and whimper beneath him.

I didn’t know sex could be this good. Over the years, I took care of myself, sure—but I’ve never experienced orgasms like the ones Nick gives me. Every. Single. Time.

“Morning, gorgeous. I missed this sweet pussy, and I needed a taste,” Nick murmurs between licking and sucking my clit, his voice thick with desire.

“Oh, my God. Nick, I’m going to…”

He thrusts two fingers inside me and starts pumping steadily, his thumb circling my clit with expert precision. My body arches out of bed.

“Yes, that’s what I wanted to see. Your beautiful eyes wide open, your flushed face as you come for me first thing in the morning.”

Nick lowers his head again, licking me slowly—then faster—dragging his tongue through my folds with relentless focus.

I let my head fall back on the pillows as my breath quickens, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

“Nickolas…” I moan, my cries of pleasure so loud, I’m sure the neighbors can hear me with ease. I instinctively cover my mouth with my hand to muffle the sounds, but Nick grabs my wrist and pulls it away immediately, eyes locked on mine.

“No. Don’t silence your pretty little sounds. I want to hear them all—they’re mine. I want to hear how much pleasure I give you.”

My insides are clenching so hard, my legs start to tremble as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, stealing every bit of air from my lungs.

“What a great way to start your day,” I say, smiling at his handsome face. “In Nickolas Hardy’s bed, with him between my legs.”

I thread a hand through his hair, and he crawls up my body, placing slow kisses on my stomach and chest, until his mouth meets mine—allowing me to taste myself on him.

“You like this? Being in my bed and in my arms, baby?” he asks against my mouth, low and raspy.

“Hmm… I don’t know,” I tease him, lips brushing his as I smile.

“Oh, yeah?” he says, kissing down my neck. “I think I need to give you more reasons to like it. To love it, actually.”

“You gave me five reasons last night and one this morning, Nick. I don’t think I can take any more.”

Sliding my hand behind his neck, I pull him to me, my body aching for him again.

“You can. I know you can.” He winks, and I can feel his hard length between my legs, making my breath hitch.

“Nick…”

“I wanted you on all fours, but seeing how stubborn you are, missionary it is,” he says, laughing softly.

“What? Why?”

“So we can keep arguing while I fuck you into the mattress.” And then, he slides inside me in one deep, powerful thrust, pulling a gasp from my lips.

We start to kiss slowly at first, savoring each other, as he moves expertly—hitting that perfect spot inside me again and again, his rhythm sure and intoxicating.

“Fuck, this is so good, Ser. So good,” he whispers, his muscles flexing with each deep stroke.