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She heard what sounded like paper rattling and a jar opening. The bed dipped from the weight of Niko getting on it. She felt him straddle her. Anticipation of the unknown was so intense that goose pimples broke out on her skin. Soon, something cool and soothing was being spread on her body. The smell of chocolate mixed with spices tickled her nose.
“Just relax,” he whispered, methodically kneading her neck and shoulder blades until he felt them loosen up. Only then did he continue down her back, across her buttocks—which he gave considerable attention—and hips, down her thighs, shins and toes.
And everywhere his fingers landed…his lips followed. Who knew that between the toes was an erogenous zone?
“Turn over.”
“I can barely move,” she mumbled.
“Shh. Don’t open your eyes.”
This time, he started from the bottom. His fingers and tongue meandered from her ankle to her knee. A kiss here. A nibble there. He reached the insides of her thighs and spread her legs apart. His kisses teased her tender skin and brushed her heat.
And drove her mad.
He slid a finger between her folds, rubbed something cool and creamy on her jewel.
“Ooh.” That’s cold.
But not for long. His warm, strong tongue began licking the cream, slowly, deeply, and warmed her right up. He lapped first the edible massage oil and then her own sweet nectar like a thirsty man, buried his head between her legs and nibbled, sucked, flicked and massaged her spot until she was mewling with pleasure.
“Niko, please…”
After the sound of ripping foil, she felt the tip of his massive head against her heat, rubbing against her. She lifted her body in invitation and was rewarded by the feel of his mushroom tip entering her garden of love. He eased himself inside her, making her aware of every delicious inch.
“Oh, my God.”
He pulled out just as slowly. Thrust. Pull. Plunge. Swerve. Finding first one nipple and then the other, sucking them into his mouth, swirling his tongue along with his hips, slamming into the depths of Monique’s entire being, filling her up.
Over and again. Slow and then faster. Then more, until both were bathed in a thin sheen of sweat.
Then from behind.
Then Monique on top.
Then the pleasure of her mouth on him, taking him in—licking, stroking, sucking, squeezing—feeling him squirm and moan in satisfaction.
A final time he mounted her, determined to make her peak once more. Wanting to leave her so satiated that she could not move.
“Give it to me,” he whispered, quickening the pace as she moaned and squealed. “I want all of this. I want all of you.” He palmed her cheeks, going deeper, bonding them closer, until Monique’s body shook with the force of her climax.
She fell back on the bed, totally whipped.
He rolled off and gently placed the cover over her nude body.
“I think I’ve relieved your stress,” he whispered against her ear. “Now I can sleep peacefully. Good night, love.”
When she awoke the next morning, Niko’s visit felt like a dream. But her body, and the lingering scent of love and chocolate, told her otherwise.
After a long shower she felt ready to begin her day: happy, energized and stress-free.
Chapter 22
For the next three months, Niko and Monique settled into a workable if somewhat unorthodox arrangement. In Paradise Cove, they went about their separate business. Having crisscrossed the town of just under four thousand residents many times over, and with campaign ads running on not only community but also local stations, Monique turned her attention to the cases in which she was involved. Niko focused on handling the legal affairs for Drake Realty Plus, along with other corporate clients. As mind-blowing as the night had been when he’d come over, at her request it hadn’t happened again. So on those occasions when both of their schedules were free, they returned to the condo in San Francisco for cozy dinners, stimulating conversations and uninterrupted lovemaking. It was as exasperating as it was exhilarating. The more Monique had, the more she wanted. When it came to private time together, there was never enough.
The same couldn’t be said for public encounters. In a town this size, it was inevitable. Especially this Labor Day weekend, when the town held an annual event called Days of Paradise. Lance said that it was by far the biggest event of the year: parades, a fairground and a formal ball. Monique knew that she and Niko would be in the spotlight. And undoubtedly under the microscope. She’d have to be extra careful not to let her feelings for him show.
