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Kissing my nose, he pushes up and grabs my hand to pull me along.

“Let’s continue this in the shower, then I can make you a proper breakfast.”

Who am I to refuse such a tempting offer? What Nickolas Hardy wants, he gets. Every single time.

TWENTY-TWO

Nick

“You know this lunch is an excuse to get us there and torture us with a thousand questions, right?” Sierra calls from the bathroom.

We came to her place, and I’m waiting for her to get ready because our parents invited us to lunch. They called this morning—while I was about to devour Ser one more time on my kitchen counter. I had her naked, her legs spread so sexy for me.

I only answered their call because Sierra insisted. All I wanted was to spread her pussy open with my fingers and eat her for breakfast, then bury my cock deep inside her until she forgot her own name.

But I stopped myself, answered the phone—and here we are. About to meet our parents and siblings. For the first time, as a couple. And although our brothers know we are together, our parents don’t. They’re curious about our relationship and I’m sure Ser is right—we’ll be bombarded with lots of questions, speculations, and overreactions.

“Yeah… I know. But I think they feel guilty because they believe this is a forced marriage,” I tell her from my spot on her bed. “Baby, we need to christen this bed. All your penthouse, in fact.”

“Nick, we’ve had sex pretty much all the time since you came home,” she yells at me, laughing nervously.

I get up and head toward her. The door is open, and she’s standing in front of the mirror, arranging her dress.

I walk up behind her, wrap my arms around her waist, and rest my chin on her shoulder. Our eyes meet in the mirror. “Are you sore, baby?” I murmur.

“Yes, I’m a little sore.” She lets out a shallow breath, her cheeks turning pink. “But if you keep touching me and looking at me like that, I’ll forget all about it—and we’ll be very late.”

A low chuckle escapes me, and I bury my face deeper in the curve of her neck, breathing her in. “I’m game if you are.”

But I force myself to step back, putting a little distance between us as my eyes rake over her body. She’s in nothing but a long, white summer dress with orange sandals on her feet, and her hair is tied in a high ponytail.

So simple. So perfect. So mine.

My heart will explode with so much love.

“You’re gorgeous, baby.”

She closes the space between us and presses her lips to mine in a slow, unhurried kiss. „Thank you, Nick. We’re a perfect match,” she whispers against my mouth, linking her fingers with mine. “Let’s go. I want this lunch to be over already so we can spend the rest of the time alone—before you have to leave tomorrow.”

A grin dances across my lips as I follow her toward the front door.

My woman is just as obsessed with me as I am with her. Thank God.

In the car, we talk about what we’re going to tell our families, and we decide to go with the truth. Our siblings already know we’re together and, to be honest, the approvals of Liam and Zayn are enough for me. Not that it would’ve changed anything between Sierra and me if they hadn’t given us their approval. Sierra wants me, and I want her like crazy.

This is for life. This is it for me.

But they’re my boys, my brothers and I needed them to be okay with it. I was a little afraid of Liam’s reaction because he’s my best fucking friend—my partner in crime since the very first day we met. And him accepting the idea of us so easily meant more to me than I can explain.

Because the truth is I don’t deserve Sierra. She’s an angel—so pure and perfect—and I’m the bad guy, the playboy. I’ve fucked more women than I can count, but I swear I don’t remember a single one. Sierra’s the only one for me and I want to show her how much I mean it—how much she means to me.

As for her parents—they love me. And I love them back like my own. So I’m sure they’ll be over the moon with this news. Or so I hope.

Although, given the articles and pictures from the paparazzi, I think they’re already suspecting something is going on.

Parking the car in front of my parents’ house, I lift her hand and kiss it softly.

“The last time I came here, I was so damn curious to see you, to watch your reaction to our parents’ proposal. And now look at us… we’re here as a couple. All this in less than three weeks?” I ask amused.