Page 116 of Snap Shot

“It’s okay.” I wind an arm around her waist.

Indi softens with a sigh and stops fighting.

“Now I can tell my sister I got these. She sent 'em in the post.” Fisting a few strawberries from the counter, I lean over the island to the sink, keeping a spread palm atop her thigh. The sensor-driven faucet detects my waving hand and runs water over the fruit.

“Your sister? Delaney, right?” Indi kicks her legs from the marble edge, one after the other.

“You remember her?” My heart.I'm tempted to rip it out of my chest and offer it up like vepro knedlo zelo, complete with hot dumplings and pickled cabbage on the side. Here, have it. It's yours.

“Just her name. You used to whine all the time about how big of an asshole she was.” She teases, shoving my shoulder. “And that she drove like a maniac.”

I scoff, shaking the water from the strawberries in hand. “Not much has changed. She's still a lunatic driver and still an asshole, but now has a husband and two kids.”

“You're an uncle?” Her eyebrows fly to the middle of her forehead, the grip on my forearms feeling less like she's pushing me away and more like she's bringing me closer.

I let her.

“They're blessed with the best.” My gaze shifts from my hand to her eyes as she watches me bite into a perfectly ripe strawberry. Sweet, soft. Juicy. Not unlike Indi's wet puss—

“Very cheesy,” she replies with an eye roll. “Not cocky at all.” Her finger jabs my pec, then flicks the nipple, making the rounded muscle jiggle.

“If you want me to make that smart mouth shut up, just ask.”

Indi's breath hitches, eyes widening.

“It's not my dick, but here. This'll do.” I push the narrow bottom against her lips. They part without any further command.

Her eyes flutter shut as she chews and lets out a content hum. “Oh, myGod,” she moans, sending a false signal to the needy prick between my legs. “That's delicious.”

“They're Ontario strawberries. Hand-picked.” My thumb catches a drop of strawberry juice and pushes it back between her now-berry-stained lips. The suggestion isn't lost on her. Her pulse thuds on the surface of her skin beneath the hand still planted on her upper thigh. “More?”

I offer another. It elicits a similar response.

“I better stop.” Indi toys with her lower lip.

“Why? I have plenty.”

A blush fires up across the ridge of her cheekbones. “I'm getting turned on.”

I can't help that stupid, knowing smirk stretching across my face.

“I don't see a problem.” I lean in, hoping to kiss her neck until she's squirming for mercy, but Indi puffs out an aggravated sigh and hides her face in my chest.

She shakes her head like she's battling something.

“This is ridiculous. One minute, we're talking about your sister, the next…” her voice muffles against my flesh.

My cock deflates. “Come on, baby,” I lament. “I don't wanna talk about my sister.”

Indi's head pops up. “Shit! Nik is coming to town this weekend.” She escapes me by jumping off the counter, then marches back into my bedroom. “Has some interview on Monday. I got an earful from my mother the other day for not planning the stay better.”

“Nick?” Who is this Nick?

“Nik. Anika, my little sister.” Her hands tug on her panties under the towel, robbing me from another naked viewing. I whine. “I have to entertain her the whole weekend.”

“Thisweekend?” I jut out my lower lip. “That means I won't get to see you until next week?”

Indi turns around to hook on her bra. But I wanted to see boooooobs.“Yeah, I guess so.”

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