Page 114 of End Game

And then there’s Nico.

I didn’t know I could feel like this. That it could be this good with someone. I’d become so accustomed to the subpar relationship I had with my ex, I thought that was as good as it gets.

I was so wrong.

We might’ve had our rocky moments, and Nico might’ve been a jerk more than a few times, but ultimately, none of that matters. All I can focus on is this beautiful man I love.

And who loves me in return.

He shifts above me, sliding his arm down until his fingers are grasping the hem of my team jersey. “I love seeing my number on you, baby, but we need to get rid of this.”

His sexy murmur and the way he just called me baby makes heat flood between my thighs. Eagerly I help him get rid of the shirt, pleased to see the appreciation in his dark eyes when he realizes I don’t have a bra on.

“You weren’t wearing a bra?” He cups my right breast, toying with my hardened nipple with his thumb.

“I hate them,” I admit. “If I could go braless for the rest of my life, I’d be happy.”

“I wouldn’t protest,” he murmurs right before he dips his head and draws my nipple into his mouth, sucking it deep.

Closing my eyes, I sink my hands into his hair yet again, holding him close as he devotes all his attention first to one nipple, then the other. The weight of him on top of me is both arousing and a comfort, and when I curl my legs around his, he settles more firmly against my body, his erection pressing into me.

God, he’s already so hard. All for me.

Nico eventually abandons my chest, sliding down my body and raining kisses along my stomach. On one hip bone and then the other. He tugs at the front of my panties, his fingers delving deeper, pushing into my wetness, and I moan, arching my hips.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs against my stomach, lifting his head at the same time I glance down, our gazes meeting. His is dark and hot, his fingers slipping deeper, his thumb teasing my clit, setting me on fire. “All for me, baby?”

I nod, licking my lips. His gaze flares with awareness, and then he’s disposing me of my panties, tugging them down my legs and tossing them aside before he pushes my thighs open and devours me.

I lift my hips, seeking his mouth, and his hands slide beneath my ass, holding me in place as he licks and sucks everywhere. He leaves no spot untouched, and I’m panting, my body straining, desperate forrelease. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly it happens. I fall apart in an instant, coming all over his face, grinding against his mouth. It’s liberating how I don’t have to suppress my cries because we’re all alone in the house for once.

No one can hear me.

It’s as if my crying out only encourages him more, and he doesn’t let up. He wraps his lips around my clit, tonguing it in a pulsating rhythm that eases another orgasm out of me within minutes. Until I’m a shaky, overwhelmed mess.

“You taste so fucking good, Ever,” he murmurs against my thigh when he’s finished. When I’m still trembling and trying to calm my chaotic heart. “I can’t get enough of you.”

It literally feels like that every time we’re together. As if we can’t get enough of each other. I love it.

I love him.

Nico eventually gets rid of his boxer briefs, slipping back into bed with me completely naked, wrapping me back up in his arms. I press against him, rolling over so I’m on top of him, his cock in perfect alignment to slip inside my body, and when I feel just the tip of him poking at me, I go still.

“Do you have condoms?” I ask.

Nodding, he’s already reaching for his nightstand, tugging at the drawer so hard, it falls completely out of its slot, tumbling to the floor.

I burst out laughing, scooting over along with him as we both reach toward the ground. He finds the box of condoms first. A fresh pack, never been opened.

I don’t even want to know how long it’s been since he’s had sex with someone, but I get the feeling it’s been since before he met me. I’ve not seen him try to hook up with a single woman, and he’s had his chances more than once.

None of those women matter anymore anyway. Not even mean Portia. This man is mine.

All mine.

I watch as he tears open the condom wrapper and slips it on his erection, my entire body shivering in expectation. I’ve waited for this moment for what feels like forever, and anticipation fills me, making me reach for him.

I end up with my back on the mattress and Nico hovering above me, his cock insistent between my legs, my entire body melting in preparation for him.

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