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NOVA

Our kisses quickly turned into more, and I couldn’t stop smiling as my heart raced and my body ached for his. I knew I should’ve jumped at the opportunity to have him invest in my ideas instead of jumping him, but right then, he was all I wanted.

Him. Us. Together.

It seemed more important than everything else, and as always, the world melted away as his lips moved against my own. I let my feelings for him consume me. He made me feel like I mattered. Like nothing mattered more than us.

Logic took a backseat as I pulled off his shirt, eager to finally have the opportunity to explore him the way I’d always wanted to. I scooted off his lap, sank to my knees between his, and moved my hands to the waistband of his shorts.

Carson watched me intently but didn’t stop me when my fingers hooked into the elastic and I started pulling down. He even lifted his butt for me to pull them off, and I was thrilled when he was naked in front of me for the first time in days.

I knew that wasn’t such a long time, but it had been such a tense, stressful few days that it had started feeling like I was never going to get to be with him again. Butterflies raced around my stomach. I lifted my eyes to his, holding his gaze as I ran my hands up and down the length of the muscles in his thighs. I ran my hands all the way up to his crotch and let the backs of my fingers brush against him.

“Fuck, Nova,” he groaned, lids growing heavy. “How is it that you always get me so worked up so damn fast?”

I shrugged a shoulder, took one of his hands, and put it on my breast. “I don’t know, but you do the same to me.”

A quiver rippled through all those powerful muscles when I wrapped my fingers firmly around his shaft. Carson’s lips parted, his eyes more hooded than before. He massaged my breast in one hand and gripped the armrest of the sofa with the other.

“Are you done with your inspection yet? I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.”

I wagged a finger at him, not picking up the pace of my stroking. A moan caught in my throat when I looked at my hand wrapped around his thick shaft and saw the wetness glistening at his tip.

Leaning forward, I brought my head down and sucked him into my mouth. My sounds of pleasure mingled with his as I licked him everywhere. He hit the back of my throat and I eased back, my hand working with my mouth until I felt him swell.

He tried to pull back, and when that didn’t work, he grasped my shoulder, but I still didn’t move. I’d been wanting this for too long, and now I wanted to taste him just as he’d done so many times with me. My name and a few curses started spilling from his lips. Then he let out a loud roar and came, shooting his release into my mouth. Breathing raggedly in the aftermath, he shook his head at me when I finally smiled up at him.

“You’re a bad girl, you know that?”

I brought my hand to my chest, feigning innocence as I batted my lashes at him. “Me? I didn’t realize that was bad. I thought it was pretty good, but I guess you’d better show me what happens to bad girls.”

God, I can’t believe I just said that.

A slow, lazy grin spread on Carson’s face and he sat up a little, beckoning me to him. I scooted up again and he positioned me on his lap once more. He gripped my hips and ran his fingers along the waistband of my shorts, making a shiver of need shoot down my spine.

He quickly removed my pants and watched me closely as he ran his hands up and down my thighs. “Bad girls have to let me watch them come. All of it. Keep your eyes on mine, Nova.”

“Or?” I asked between panting breaths. “What are you going to do to me if I don’t?”

“Depends,” he rasped out. “Do you like being spanked?”

A spark shot through me. “I wouldn’t know.”

“Let’s find out soon. Like maybe if you don’t look at me, but otherwise, we’ll find out after, okay?”

I jerked my chin in a nod, so wet that I felt slick between my thighs even though his hips were between them and I couldn’t squeeze them together. Carson finally brought his hands up. His fingers of one hand rubbed through my folds while he used the other hand to hold me open.

A loud whine slid out of me, but I never stopped looking at him. Not when he started drawing circles around my clit or pushed a finger into me. Not when he tightened those circles or found the most amazing rhythm. Not when I felt the orgasm rapidly approaching.

Not even when I dropped my forehead to his and whimpered his name when it hit. My body jerked into his hand. My hips thrust and bucked. Pleasure dragged me under and made me see stars instead of his eyes.

The orgasm took forever to subside, and when it did, I looked at him again to see that he’d already produced a condom from somewhere. After easing me back gently, he rolled it on, lifting me up on my knees and asking a silent question. I nodded. I was sure I wanted this. I always wanted this.

Always wanted him.

“I’m never going to say no to you, Carson,” I whispered, my throat too dry to talk as I kissed him. “It’s always going to be yes. I’m always going to want everything with you.”

As I said it, I lowered myself down over him, still so sensitive that my nerve endings exploded with pleasure even as I just fed him into me. All the while watching me carefully, he held me close and started moving, only not looking at me when we were kissing.

His lips were firm and hungry on mine. His whole body was tense with restraint as we found our rhythm together. This time when I went over the edge, he was right there with me and it made the orgasm that much more intense to know that my pleasure had triggered his.

After, we got dressed but quickly ended up tangled together on the sofa again. I giggled as he lay on top of me, tickling my ribs with his forehead pressed to mine. “If that’s your idea of an inspection of the merchandise, you can do one any time you’d like.”

“Is that so?” I laughed. “How am I ever going to go to⁠—”

Just before I finished the sentence, my front door burst open and we both practically jumped out of our skins. I clung to him, only pushing away when Ryan’s face suddenly appeared in my field of vision. Ryan’s very pissed-off face, glaring angrily at us as his jaw worked and his hands formed fists at his sides.

Shit. There was no way I could explain this as anything other than what it was, but more than that, I didn’t want to lie to him anymore. I’d asked Carson for time and he’d given it to me, but I was ready for my brother to know the truth.

Even if he didn’t seem at all ready to hear it.