Page 39 of Naughty Nicky

“You slept here last night. You can sleep here tonight.”

“You have no idea what I wanted to do to you this morning,” he says with a sigh. I almost think he didn’t mean to say it aloud.

“What do you mean?”

He shakes his head.

“Nicky, tell me.”

“If you were anyone else…”

I feel defeated because I know exactly the reason he doesn’t want to touch me. “But I’m Wesley’s sister.”

“Precisely.”

“Well, Wesley isn’t here.” I know I’m grasping at straws here.

“Pen…”

“He doesn’t control me.” I clench my thighs as I say it because I want Nick so badly.

“He’s my best friend.”

“And you are probably the only guy he would ever approve of.”

He scoffs. “I’m the last person your brother would want you with.”

“Why? He trusts you, doesn’t he?”

He drops his head. “Yeah, he does.”

“So, what’s the problem then?”

“He knows how I am with women.”

Heat flames through my body, tingles hitting me all the way to my core. I step closer to Nick. “And how are you with women?”

“Don’t test me, Pen.”

I relive the kiss in my head. The way he controlled it, controlled me. The way he possessed me with his lips. Like I was the very air he needed to breathe. I also remember the way he gripped my hips, roughly and greedily. The way his hand wrapped around my throat, controlling the angle of our kiss.

I run a hand over his chest. “How am I testing you?”

His breathing becomes slightly erratic, and I know just being this close to him is a challenge for him to remain in control. But I want him to lose his self-control. I want him to control me.

“You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Do I?” I ask with a hint of seduction in my voice as I trail my fingers down to the edge of his pants.

“Penelope,” he grits out as he roughly grabs my hand and removes it from his body.

“You’re no fun.” I pout and take a step back, pulling on the T-shirt that I’m wearing. “Is it hot in here?”

I swear I hear him groan like he knows what I’m about to do.

I turn away from him and pull the T-shirt over my head. I look over my shoulder and smile at him hoping to get some kind of reaction.

“Fuck it,” he growls.

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