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“That’s just sad,” she says with a far away look in her eyes then quickly sobers up. “Anyway, I have to count your staff in for dinner.”
“You’re not cooking for Mary Poppins’s spawn, Peaches.”
“Yes, I am.” She slides the snot-like thingy into the basket.
And I’m hoping they will choke on it.
* * *
Nicole wasn’t kiddingwhen she said she was counting them in. The doorman, the cook, the maid, the butler, and the gardener. All five snobbish tea monsters of them.
I had to reschedule my BJ more times than I could count, then I ended up helping her in the kitchen, despite how much the smell made me want to throw up all over the stainless-steel equipment.
She told me she could handle it with the cook’s help, but it was either keeping myself busy or bending her over and fucking her with a manner that will provide my staff with tea talk for decades to come.
While accidentally traumatizing them.
Nicole even serves them food in the kitchen and tells me to help her set the dinner table for four.
Me, her, Jay, and I suppose she invited Uncle Henry for dinner so she can spend as much time with him as possible before going back to New York.
Double cock-block.
But I can’t have that if I want to function normally during the fucking dinner.
So when she says she’ll go change then come back, I follow after her like a professional stalker.
I pass the staff that are fawning over her food with awe that must disgust them deep down.
That’s right, tea monsters, be impressed.
The sound of a shower reaches me as soon as I step into our room. She didn’t go to the guest room that was designated to her, she came to the one I took her to that first night.
If Astrid didn’t use her creepy/drama queen card, I would’ve stayed with Nicole in bed two days in a row, coming up with creative ways to make her come.
Now, I need to tiptoe around in my own house.
I kick my clothes away, retrieve a small object I bought earlier when she wasn’t looking, and step into the bathroom.
The steam invades the space enough to create a mystic smoke-like aura around Nicole.
And the conundrum doesn’t escape me. She’s like smoke now, I can touch it, but it’ll eventually vanish.
Like she did before.
I banish those poisonous thoughts out of my head and rake my gaze over her sublime curves, smooth waist, and her peach-like arse.
She’s facing the wall, tilting her head back and letting the water cascade over her. And I’m almost sure I trapped an angel, one I don’t intend to ever let go.
I slide behind her and grasp her chin that’s tilted back. She startles and I can’t resist pushing a finger inside her mouth.
She sucks on it, stirring my dick to life with each pull of her lips.
“About that BJ, Peaches.” I grab her arse and squeeze until she moans. “I’m upgrading it to a shower fuck. And by that, I mean your pussy, then your arse.”
A gasp escapes her delicate throat, her biteable lips falling open around my finger.
The pads of my fingers dig into the flesh of her arse cheek and I slowly part it. “Did someone touch this?”
