Page 417 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“No,” he responded and sat down beside me on his sofa. Gently, he removed my laptop from my thighs and shut it. “But you're going to have to find a way to remember that you just paid a lot of money for that house, and it's no longer Harry and Doreen's, or else—”

I cut him off immediately. “Or else what?”

“Well…or else I hope you're not going to mind spending your evenings watching Wheel of Fortune with your roommates.”

I threw myself onto the sofa and covered my face with a pillow, “This sucks!” I shouted beneath the soft material, my voice muffled.

Nick chuckled and removed the pillow from my hands. He picked me up with ease and set me into his lap. “How about we forget about the house debacle for a little bit and find a way to relax and just hang out here tonight? Order takeout. Watch a movie. Have sex.”

Surely, my eyes lit up on that last part. “Keep going…”

He smirked. “We can even eat dessert in bed.”

“Hmm.” I tapped my chin with my index finger. “What's for dessert?”

He waggled his brows. “I know what I'm having. You need to decide on yours.”

Oh my…

“And what are you having?”

He pressed a slow, delicious kiss to my lips, and I melted into his embrace. He moved those lips of his to my jaw, then my neck, until his fingers cleared a path to my ear by slowly brushing my hair over my shoulder. “We can eat at the same time,” he whispered. “You enjoying whatever dessert you're in the mood for and me savoring my favorite spot in the whole world.”

I shivered at his words.

“Sound good?” he asked and leaned back to meet my eyes.

I shrugged. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“Are you talking about my pussy?” I questioned, and he laughed outright at my blatancy. “Because if it’s anything but my pussy, I’m not digging that plan.”

“I'm definitely talking about that perfect cunt of yours.”

I giggled and waggled my brows. “Count. Me. Motherfucking. In.”

“Fantastic.” He smiled and then stood up with me still in his arms. He carried me into the kitchen, set me on the counter, and then got to work on finding our takeout options in his menu and junk drawer. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Dessert.”

He quirked an amused brow in my direction. “Before dessert?”

“Hmm…Mexican sounds good. Isn't El Toro only a few blocks from here?”

“Yep.” He nodded and held up their menu from the pile.

I clapped my hands together in excitement. “Ohh, hell yes! I could go for some chips and queso right about now.”

“All right. Mexican it is.” He handed me the menu with a little smirk etched across his lips. “Figure out what else sounds good, and then I'll call it in. They don't deliver, but I’ll run out and grab it.”

I blew him a kiss. “You’re the best.”

“I am, aren’t I?” He grinned. “I’ll throw on a fresh shirt and shoes while you decide.” He pressed another kiss to my lips and then headed in the direction of his bedroom. But his footsteps stopped somewhere along the way, and he walked back toward me.

I quirked a brow. “Change your mind about Mexican?” The more that I thought about it, the more I realized maybe I needed to reconsider. It might not be the best thing to eat before he put his face in my vagina.

“No, I want to tell you something.” He shook his head, and his eyes turned a darkened shade of brown. Serious. Determined.