Page 38 of Niko's Printsessa

My heart skips, flips and cartwheels at once. Who is this romantic man?

“We’ll go to the distillery, but first…”

“We will? I will?”

“On one condition.”

I roll my eyes. “Fine, what?”

“You get your sweet ass back in this bed.”

“Niko?”

“Nope. We don’t have to talk about it, but I’m not letting it end with the sunrise. Come. Back. To. Bed.”

I bite my lip and my stomach somersaults. “No talking?”

“If you don’t move your ass, there will be spankings.”

I gasp but my feet move and I climb under his sheets. Before my ass hits the mattress, he has me wrapped in his arms, his chest pressed against my back and his leg wrapped over mine. His huge cock teases my ass.

“Are you hard?”

“Fuck yes. I have a constant hard-on when you’re around. Now, stop talking and no more thinking. Your head is going to explode.”

“But…”

“Just be.”

“Just be?”

“Yes, just be. Here.”

“Niko.”

“Woman. Either shut up or I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

My body shutters at the thought of sucking his cock.

His voice softens as his fingers flitter over my skin, creating goosebumps. “Good girl. Don’t dissect it. For once, I just want to be. With you.”

He softly kisses my shoulder and buries his face into the crook of my neck. “You smell like heaven but damn it if you don’t give me hell.

Niko

These feelings stirring inside me are terrifying, but I welcome them. I know this is the woman who completes me. She’s my equal. She gives just as good as she gets. This world we live in is difficult to navigate but she’s the key. The answer to questions I never thought I had the right to ask.

The undercurrent that’s flowed between us for years is still there and even hotter, like molten lava, but instead of aggression, there’s passion. Instead of longing there’s comfort.

Becca

When I open my eyes again, he’s standing over me holding a tray, wearing faded jeans and nothing else. He looks so damn sexy and sweet at the same time. Is that even possible?

I sit up and he sets the tray on the nightstand. “Breakfast.”

Instead of reaching for the food, I shift over and he sits next to me. I straddle his hips and his eyes widen.

I tentatively press my lips against his. He kisses me back and we both quickly grow greedy. The smoldering embers of lust ignite and our tongues tangle together, as I run my hands over his muscles, trying to memorize the map of his body.

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