Page 90 of End Game

There’s a patch of dark hair between his developed pecs. He’s got six-pack abs that I still think about licking, and I wish he wasn’t so tightly pressed against me so I could check him out from the waist down.

No,the annoying voice in my head screams.You don’t want to check out his dick or his thick thighs or his lickable abs. You want to friend zone this dude. He will break your heart.

Shatter it into a bazillion pieces if you’re not careful.

“Come to bed with me.” Oh, his words, combined with the deep timbre of his voice, are the epitome of seduction.

He makes it sound so easy.

Come to bed with me.

“Maybe we—”

The words die in my throat when he hauls me into his arms with ease, carrying me over to the bed while I cling to him, impressed by his strength. My arms are wrapped around his neck, and my legs are clamped around his waist tightly, but I know he won’t drop me.

Deep down, I know he never would.

Nico deposits me on the bed, and I bounce on the mattress, ready to say something else, ask him what he’s doing, though I know. I know exactly what he’s trying to do, and I’m a willing participant in all of it.

But then he’s on me. All six feet plus, two hundred pounds of muscle of him covering me completely. He grips either side of my head with his big hands, holding me in place as his mouth finds mine and he devours me.

Kissing me like his life depends on it.

I return the kiss with all the pent-up emotion that’s been growing within me since I left this very bed in the middle of the night. I kiss him with such ferocity that when I try to roll him over and end up on top, he lets me do it. I’m sitting on him still fully clothed while he’s completely naked, his erection poking me in the ass.

I brace my hands on his chest, staring at him unabashedly. Vaguely angry with my choices because this is exactly what I told myself I wouldn’t do.

Yet here I am doing it. Enjoying it.

“You’ve got too much clothing on,” he murmurs, his hands going for the front of my denim shorts, undoing the button there. I let him, savoring the sensation of his hands touching the same spots that he did last night, his fingers skimming along the waistband of my panties. “Wearing panties today? How unfortunate.”

He’s a talker, a commentator even, and I’m not used to that. Brad was the furthest thing from that, and I love the commentary.

I think it actually makes me wetter.

Nico’s fingers dive beneath the front of my panties, but my shorts are too tight for him to go much farther, and the disappointment that hits me at this realization is ...

It’s a lot.

“Are you serious about keeping it as just friends between us?” His fingers brush the sensitive skin just above my panties, making my stomach muscles constrict. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I love it. “Because I’ll stop if you are.”

He’s also not playing fair. Looking like that naked. Those dark-brown eyes watching me carefully as he slowly withdraws his hand from the front of my open shorts, resting it lightly on my thigh. The velvety tone of his deep voice, the warmth of his body seeping into mine. Even with me fully clothed and sitting on top of him, it’s like a perfect fit.

We are a perfect fit.

Swallowing hard, I think of all the many reasons why we shouldn’t continue this. They are numerous. Endless. I’m most likely going to end up the injured party here when it’s all said and done between us. I keep going around and around on this point, yet I always find myself here.

With Nico. Wearing that persuasive smile and oozing confidence. Confidence that’s not fake. It comes naturally to him, like breathing.

If I could gain even an ounce of confidence from this man, I’d probably conquer the world.

“You haven’t answered me, Ever.” He stares into my eyes, and I lose myself in them for a moment. “It’s obvious to me that we’re good together.”

“Good together, as in sexually?” The question tumbles from my lips without thought.

He nods, his hand sliding down to curl around my knee. “I made you come three times last night.”

Like I could forget that important point. Though I’m not used to talking about how many times a man can make me come, so this conversation isn’t normal for me. At all.

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