Page 95 of Full House

She nudged him with her elbow. “You know, having a baby doesn’t exactly tickle.”

“That’s what drugs are for.”

Her brow tugged down in a frown. “I’m not sure I like the idea of pumping myself full of drugs, and in turn, passing them on to the baby.”

Nate gave her a smirk. “The drugs would be for me.”

Victoria tipped her head back, laughing, and Nate took advantage, attacking her neck, turning her laughter to moans.

Nate licked a path up her calf to her inner thigh, and she sighed, spreading her legs wider in invitation. Nate seemed to like that if his responding groan was any indication.

The phone calls had started an hour after the police had left. Someone from the media must have seen and then leaked Byron’s arrest. After all these years, surrounded by tenacious journalists and paparazzi, she was still amazed by their quick and efficient actions.

An hour after that, after talking to Nate’s mom, sister, and manager and Victoria’s parents, they’d turned off their phones and decided to spend the rest of the day being adventurous in bed.

“Wider.” Nate’s voice, husky with need, floated up to her ears.

She wasn’t sure her legs could get any wider. Nate proved her wrong, pushing them back with his large hands gripping her thighs. His tongue teased her, skimming around everywhere but where she really wanted him.

“More,” she begged, wiggling in his hold.

“More what?”

She wiggled again. Even his warm breath was a tease. “You know what.”

He raised his head, one brow lifting while a smirk played on his lips. “I do know what, but I want to hear you say it.”

“Why?”

“Because I think it’s sexy as fuck hearing dirty words coming from your sweet mouth.”

She got up on her elbows, looking down at him and smiled seductively. “You mean words like mud, dust, grime, garbage, and muck?” she asked, drawing out the “CK” sound.

He grinned. “You want me to muck you?

She laughed. “Yes. With your big sock.”

“Want me to stick my big sock in your…”

She raised her brows, smirking. “Bone china?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Not exactly the word I was trying to rhyme.”

“Well, I didn’t think you wanted to stick it in my footsie,” she laughed, poking his hip with her toes.

He made a grab for her foot, tickling her until she shrieked, and then he backed off the bed, standing at the foot. “I’ve got just the thing,” he said taking himself with a fist and giving it a few pumps, “to occupy that smart mouth of yours.”

She licked her lips. “Yeah?”

“That’s right. Now, get over here.”

She crawled to the end of the bed, coming face to—well—head with his mightily impressive sock. She licked the tip then looked up at Nate. “Admit it, you love my smart mouth.”

“I do, but right now, I’d love it even more if it was wrapped around my dick.”

“Aye, aye, Cap’n.” She got one last sassy comment in before sliding him into her mouth almost to the back of her throat.

Nate’s chuckle turned into a groan. “Ah, fuck.”

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