Page 155 of Worth Every Penny

He drops me on the bed before ripping off his own shirt. More buttons pop and I can’t help but laugh. He grins wolfishly as he stands at the end of the bed, his glorious chest exposed, the ridges of his abs perfectly defined.

“Sew them on for me later?” he asks.

I lurch across the wide bed and grab the free hotel sewing kit from the bedside table. “Sew your own buttons,” I say, chucking it at him.

He ducks, emits a growl and lunges towards me, eyes flashing equal parts amusement and heat. I squeal, delighted, and crawl up the bed, but I don’t get far before his hands clamp round my ankles and drag me back down.

He flips me onto my back and kneels at the end of the bed, his palms spread on my thighs, pinning me in place.

Chest heaving, I raise my eyes to his and I swear the contact burns. Keeping his eyes on me, he slides his hand up my thigh, grazing the lace of my underwear. He pushes the gusset aside, stroking my wet pussy with his thumb.

Closing his eyes, he inhales through his nose. “You are going to be the death of me.” He wrenches my panties off and the fabric rips. He smirks. “But what a way to go.”

I laugh as he eases the remnants out from under me and tosses them to the floor. At this rate, neither of us is going to have anything to wear tomorrow.

He removes the rest of his clothes in record time, and stands at the end of the bed, his dick huge and angry-looking. I raise an eyebrow and bite my lip as I eye it.

“Forgot what it looks like?” he murmurs.

“Kinda.”

He leans over the bed, leveraging himself on braced forearms. He’s holding himself over me, entirely naked, lining up our bodies. “Let me remind you,” he says, his tip gliding across my stomach, through my pubic hair and down to my entrance before pushing into me with one hard thrust.

Air escapes my lips in a gasp, but I’m wet enough to welcome him with a delicious stretch that eases from pain to pleasure in seconds. He grabs at my dress, pulling it up and over my head, and I wriggle out of it. I unhook my bra and ease out of that, too. There’s nothing between us now, his skin soft and warm, but firm with muscle beneath. He stares greedily at my breasts, before sucking my nipple into his mouth, first one, then the other, teasing them into hardened points. When his lips are gone, my nipples tingle, the air in the room cold against the tender skin.

He withdraws slowly and thrusts into me again so hard that my teeth chatter.

Fuck.

I pull him deep within me and hold him there, my hands on his arse as his cock reaches the deepest parts, a potent swelling sensation building in my core.He’s mine. This man is all mine.The thought expands, and a ball of emotion forms in my throat.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he mutters, a tinge of awe in his voice like he’s been sharing my thoughts.

I reach my arms around his neck, pulling our bodies closer together, hiking my knees up over his hips to give him better access. My arousal surges with each of his rough grunts against my neck. His hips grind against my clit and a thrilling pressure builds between my thighs, melding with that deeper vibration. Desperate, I roll my hips against his, seeking more and more friction as I head towards orgasm.

He shifts my legs over his shoulders and drives deeper. His gaze, fixed on mine with an unwavering focus, feels like a promise, binding cords around my heart. His fingers press into my flesh like he’ll never let go and each brutal thrust feels raw, like together we’re forging a new version of us.

I can’t get enough of him, and when my climax bursts like a fountain, it showers every part of my body with sparks of electricity.

“Oh, Nico, God, don’t stop. Don’t let go,” I say as I come undone around him, my world fracturing into little more than light and energy and Nico Hawkston between my thighs, shuddering to his own orgasm.

We lie, a mess of sweat-slicked skin and uneven breaths. He braces himself on an elbow, brushes a strand of hair from my face, and presses a kiss to my bare shoulder. “If I did nothing but worship you for the rest of my life, I would die happy.”

The smile on his face sends warmth to my soul. I trail my fingers down his back. “Oh yeah? What about business?”

“You’re my business now.”

My cheeks ache from smiling. “I’m not nearly as profitable as the Hawkston Hotels. Your share price would plummet.”

He chuckles. “Ah, but it would be worth it. Because you’re worth every single penny. And more.”

“More?”

His eyes dance, his face beautiful, full of immeasurable joy. The fact that it’s me he’s looking at will never cease to blow my mind.

“Of course, more. The most. Because there’s only one you, and I love you. I fucking love you, Kate Lansen. You’re one in a million. One in a billion. One in—”

I press a finger to his lips. His eyes widen for a second, but when I smile, amusement surges through his dark irises again. “I love you too,” I whisper. “Always.”

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