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Women bring nothing but pain and drama and bullshit that I don’t want to deal with.
But Nova’s invitation…
Is one I can’t resist.
So, I ignore all of that and I just…give in to what I want with her.
Again.
And the first touch of that hot water is nothing like the brand this woman has burned into my heart.
“You know,”she says as she lies in bed next to me, another Christmas movie playing in the background—this one featuring a kid besting a pair of burglars through all manner of mischief and pranks, “you don’t have to spend twenty-five thousand dollars on a couch.”
I tilt my head so I can look down at her.
She’s uploaded the photographs from her memory card onto her laptop and is carefully scrutinizing each one.
“I know that,” I say, ignoring Steve’s panting and puppy breath far too close to my face. “Hence, the reason I canceled that order for the twenty-five-thousand-dollar couch.” I nudge the pup away again, reach over him and sip at the honey rosemary mule I’ve become seriously addicted to.
The guys will give me a hard time for drinking something so prissy.
But I know they’re going to be addicted to it as much as I am once they take that first sip.
I have the secret weapon now—rosemary simple syrup.
It’s the shit, one hundred percent, and makes the already tasty drink even better.
I bet the marketing company for the vodka brand would want to share the recipe on their socials—because branding and shit—and I wonder if Nova would care if her secret drink concoction was out there.
But first, couches—twenty-five thousand or otherwise—because she glances up at me, mouth curving. “I ask that because I’m not sure if you’re aware, but there are also online stores where you can order saidnottwenty-five-thousand-dollar couches.” She taps a finger to her chin. “And other things you might need, like a table or barstools or—eek!”
Steve grunts unhappily as I snatch her laptop from her, tossing it to the side and pinning her beneath me. “Does this sass mean I need to give you orgasms?”
“No,” she says, trying to reach past me for her laptop. I just nudge it a little further, moving it out of her reach. “It means that I’m going to help you find an awesome couch that’s not twenty—”
She squeaks again, but this time it’s because I’m tugging off her pants, tossing them to the side, and—
Pinpricks of pain, this time on my wrist.
I glance at Steve, lift a brow. “This is becoming a problem, dude.”
He lets me go, bares his teeth, but I just get up, lift him from the bed, tuck him onto the bed in the bathroom and shut the door behind me.
Saving my limbs from the killer attack pug one wooden panel at a time.
He woofs once, but doesn’t otherwise complain, and by the time I make it to the bed, Nova’s naked, sprawled back against the pillows, hand skating down her belly.
“Getting started on those orgasms, butterfly?” I ask, my voice like sandpaper.
Pink cheeks. Deep green eyes.
“Yeah,” she says silkily. “Want to watch?”
My cock is instantly hard.
Because fuck yes, I do. I drop my mouth to hers, taste her deeply, then kiss my way down her throat, her chest, laving her nipples, sucking them hard, teasing her as she teases herself. I spend a long time there, listening to her moans, her breath catching, feeling the way her body rocks and tightens and relaxes as she draws herself up the edge. I need to see it, see her fingers in her pussy, see her face as she comes part, so I drag my tongue down, tracing the path of her arm across her belly, down between her thighs, pausing to inhale the musk of her desire.
Fuck, she’s hot.
