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Those emotions he was finding only amped the pleasure, though. As his fingers moved over the curve of her rear to find the damp, slick folds of her pussy, they tightened his chest, his muscles, allowing nerve endings to pulse closer to the skin, to experience each nuance of touch.
As his fingers slid over the plump folds, he felt the heat rising inside him. His cock became immediately erect, pulsing, throbbing with an unsated hunger impossible to control as Mikayla shifted slowly awake beside him.
Without saying a word, she f
lowed against him, lifting, her hair falling around her to spread out around his face, her lips lowered to his.
It was a drowsy, sleepy kiss. One filled with slow, lazy hunger and heated need as one slender leg slid over his hips.
What she did next rocked him clear to his soul. Lifting above her, her hips moved, shifted until the hot folds of her pussy cupped the engorged head of his cock. As she pressed down, the snug tissue parting, flexing around the sensitive crest, electricity began raging over his flesh. From the top of his head to his toes, sensation traveled like flames through him. It thundered through his veins. It raced through his chest.
Her pussy gripped his cock like a tight, sensual glove, milking it, loving it. Like the tightest little mouth sucking him deep and strong, she drew him into her. Gripping her hips with his hands, Nik thrust powerfully against her, parting the tender tissue as she cried out above him and burying into her to the hilt. It was fast, glorious. It was a rush of flames searing his flesh as he began powering inside her, driving her fast and hard into an orgasm that had her shaking, shuddering against him.
As he felt her pussy flexing and gripping him, Nik gave in to his own need. As his seed spurted inside her, Mikayla collapsed against him, breathing hard, trembling in his arms.
"I love you, Nik. I love you so much," she whispered. "So much." The words exploded inside his head, fractured inside him, and tore one last, 199
torturous jet of come from his cock. That final burst of pleasure shattered his senses as her words had shattered his soul.
She loved him.
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Chapter 22
Had she actually whispered those words the night before? Had she told him that she loved him, or had that simply been another dream?
The next day, as Nik and Mikayla entered the parking lot to Holbrook Construction, Mikayla fought to remember what was real and what was simply a dream. It wasn't as though it was the first time she had dreamed of taking Nik, riding him to completion as she whispered her love for him.
Nervous tension ratcheted inside her at the thought that she could have revealed that secret to him. She hadn't even wanted to admit it to herself until now. Until there was the danger that she had dared to whisper those words to Nik.
Surely if she had said them he would have mentioned it. Been angry, unnaturally cold, or something. He was so determined that she not love him, that he not love her, that surely he couldn't have ignored it.
He wasn't acting any differently, though. He was acting as though it hadn't happened. As though nothing were any different between them than it had been the night before.
She was very well aware of the fact that Nik didn't want her love. So where did that leave her?
At least she was with him, she thought wearily. He hadn't argued over her accompanying him; he hadn't suggested she hide at the shop instead. That was his normal suggestion as they started each day.
"Holbrook isn't known for his control over his temper," Nik warned her as they moved toward the entrance. "Stay behind me, watch, and listen. If you think of anything, then get my attention and we'll discuss it where he can't hear it. Let's not give him the chance to one-up us."
"Do I ever mess up?" she asked.
"Never." His surprising admission nearly had her pausing in shock. Gripping the door, he swung it open and stepped inside before drawing her to him. With his hand riding low on her back they moved to the receptionist's desk. The blue jean-clad young woman sitting at the desk glanced up from a movie playing on the computer, her brown eyes widening as she stared at Nik warily. The small nameplate on her desk read: "Tabitha Holbrook." Nepotism didn't always pay. Then the girl grimaced in distaste as she stared back at Nik. That surprised Mikayla. She'd been in Maddix Nelson's office building several times, and never had she seen this.
"What do you want?" the receptionist's voice squeaked. Mikayla nearly winced at the complete lack of protocol.
"Nik Steele. I'm here to see Reed Holbrook," Nik informed the receptionist, his dark, rough voice as casual as Mikayla had ever heard it.
It was obvious he was trying not to frighten the young girl.
The receptionist pressed a button on the call pad before speaking into the headset 201
she wore. "Yeah, uh, there's a Nik Steele here to see Uncle Reed--" She blinked up at Nik as the person on the line obviously spoke. Mikayla could have sworn she paled.
"You want me to do what?" she hissed as she ducked her head. "Look, you want him told that, then you tell him. Not me. He's scary."
Mikayla glanced at Nik, noticed his frown, and hid a smile. Actually, she thought he looked pretty damned sexy.
