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I straighten, and Nico’s gaze sears heat across my flesh, his lips wet, his eyes dark and possessive.

“You can touch me now,” I whisper hoarsely.

Not waiting, he takes one nipple into his mouth and softly sucks until I’m clenching his cock with pleasure. Groaning, he does the same to the other nipple, torturing it with velvety strokes of his tongue.

Needing to move, I begin to rock against him and am instantly rewarded with streams of pending bliss rising in my core.

“Fuck, Bella,” Nico growls and grabs my face, pulling me down for a rough, searing kiss. His tongue thrusts into my mouth as his strangled groan falls between us. He digs his fingers through my hair and grips the roots, sending a tight sting across my scalp. “Ride my cock, baby. That’s it, nice and slow. Christ, I’m going to come so hard if you keep doing this.”

I groan and bite his lower lip, relishing in the sting of his grip in my hair and the desperate need in his voice.

Mindlessly, I ride him, and a ragged sound jerks out of him.

Desperate for the friction, I increase my tempo, feeling full and stretched and desperate to bring relief to my aching clit.

“I’m going to come,” he pants.

His hands find my hips and take command, pulling me back and forward over his cock.

I lean forward, deepening his length into me. “Come inside me.”

With a growl, he bucks upward, his cock thrusting in and out with an urgent tempo until his eyes lose focus, and he jerks to a stop. A primal growl roars out of him, unchecked and raw. His thick length pulses and throbs against my walls as he comes, jetting his seed powerfully into the deepest parts of me.

Feeling him come throws me over the edge, and I follow just as fiercely, gripping his broad shoulders and not giving a damn as I come apart on his lap.

He might be the enemy, but it’s the furthest thing from my mind as my body gives in to the hazy pleasure of my orgasm.

“Nico…” His name drops from my lips as I disappear under a wave of ecstasy.

I collapse against him. I feel shaken and spun in circles, my breathing slowly evening out as the impact of what we’ve just done hangs in the air around us.

Still inside me, he reaches for my chin and brings his lips to mine, his kiss easing us both back into the present.

I groan against his lips. “That was…”

“Fucking incredible.” He slaps my ass and then squeezes it.

Still trying to catch my breath, I lift off his wet cock, my thighs sticky with a mix of me and him.

With heated dark eyes, he puts his cock away and watches me slip into my dress.

He reaches for the bottle of Jameson on the table, and I slide into the seat beside him, wondering what the protocol is here.

Do we pretend it never happened and keep watching the show?

But my uncertainty is short-lived. When I glance at Nico, the look on his face tells me he hasn’t finished with me yet …

And that I won’t be getting any sleep before the sun rises.

27

Nico

The sudden explosion of sunlight assaults my eyes as I leave the underground parking garage and ease onto the busy street.

Pulling on my sunglasses, I suck in the pretzel-scented air of a late New York morning and head to my office.

I’m already late, which I don’t tolerate from anyone. Staff, soldiers, associates. Me. But this morning, I don’t care about breaking my own rule. I’m hungover as fuck and exhausted from lack of sleep.

But for good reasons.

Last night, I repeatedly fucked my bride-to-be until we were both too exhausted to come anymore. With her walls down, my little hellcat wasn’t shy in taking what she needed from me, and her tantalizing body writhed beneath me as she came over and over again.

When we finally collapsed from exhaustion and drifted into a heavy sleep, the sun was breaking on the horizon. There had been no time to consider the consequences of what we’d just done. Her letting her walls down and me drinking from the poisoned chalice to only want more.

It was a surprise to wake up beside her this morning and not feel the usual next-day regret as I have in the past if ever I’ve mistakenly fallen asleep in my companion’s bed. It’s only happened twice in ten years, and each time was just as awkward and stomach-churning as the other.

In fact, if I’m really honest, waking up with Bella was as far from awkward as possible. Instead, it felt… almost fucking normal. As if waking up still high on the numerous orgasms from the night before is something we do every day.

Driving through heavy New York traffic, I harden at the memory and have to adjust myself as a renewed need gathers inside me. A need to ravish her body with the same savagery we both enjoyed last night, so I can wake up beside her and see that delicious sleepy smile on her plush lips again.

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