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“I’ll give it some thought.”
Cheyenne smiled and pouted her way through a dozen photos, then deleted them all and made Kaylin take more. It was enough to put Nico off investing in anything, but finally, they made their escape.
“Did you get your thoughts in order?” he asked once the driver had pulled into traffic. The privacy screen was securely in place.
“I hope both of them rot in hell.” Kaylin twisted sideways on the seat and bit her lip, slowly, deliberately, in a way that shot straight to Nico’s groin. “And I’ll keep quiet.”
Thank fuck he’d tossed a box of condoms into his luggage. He lifted her so she straddled his rapidly hardening dick and breathed her in. On several levels, this was incredibly wrong, but it felt so damn right.
“You’re in control, zolottse. I’ll follow your lead.”
“I want your hands on me. All of me.”
“That won’t be a problem.”
She suddenly stilled. “But…but I don’t look like I did in my old modelling shots. I have stretch marks, and?—”
He put a finger to her lips. “I have a scar on my hip where I didn’t get out of the way fast enough in a knife fight.”
“Oh my gosh!”
“I tell people I fell off a bicycle as a child.” Nico tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “How does that make you feel?”
“That you got hurt? I hate it.”
“That I have a small physical blemish from my past. Does it change my worth as a man?”
“Of course not.”
“And that’s how I feel about your stretch marks. Kaylin, you pushed an entire person out of your body, and that makes you Superwoman in my eyes.” Ah, fuck. He hadn’t brought a handkerchief this evening. “What’s wrong? What did I say?”
“N-n-nothing. Everything. Matty was six hours old when Cesare asked the doctor how long I’d have to wait for a vaginoplasty if things didn’t, you know, snap back the way they should.”
“I always swore I’d never get into another knife fight, but now I’m rethinking that decision.”
“Make me forget him, Nico. Fuck every single memory of that man out of me.”
Nico slid the crocheted dress up Kaylin’s thighs and noted the damp patch the size of Rhode Island on her bikini bottoms. Good. She was into this as much as he was.
He cupped her cheeks in his hands and kissed her.
“Cesare. Is. Gone.”
37
KAYLIN
The lights of Los Angeles twinkled outside the windows as we glided through traffic. Then got stuck because even late at night, there were still too many cars and not enough road. Hot damn, I needed to get back to the hotel and change into dry underwear before Nico noticed the damp patch between my legs. I was a freaking mess.
“Turn it off,” he murmured against my lips.
“Huh?”
“Your mind. Turn it off. You’re overthinking again.”
Of course I was. Staying two steps ahead was the only way I’d survived life with Cesare. If I kept topping off his wine glass, he couldn’t get it up. If I reminded him about the baseball game and bought beer and nachos, he’d invite his buddies over and fall asleep on the couch. Nico presented a whole different kind of problem.
I wanted him, but I was terrified that I wouldn’t be good enough.
