Page 40 of Snow Harm, No Foul

Wetness floods down my legs and onto the floor, but I’m too lost in an ocean of pleasure to care that I must have wet myself. My nipples scrape against the table, intensifying the bliss turning me inside out.

“Holy fuck. Coatin’ me,” Niko grunts, his fingers now stroking between my legs, touching the mess I’ve made. “I’m comin’ again.”

I feel it shoot deep inside of me, coating my walls in warmth. My lips tip up in a lazy grin, and I stroke his flexing stomach as his groans fill the bar.

“I think I’m losing my mind,” I murmur.

He leans over my body and takes my hand, interlocking our hands. “Why?”

“I’m already falling in love with you.”

There’s no chance to grow nervous about the declaration. He doesn’t make me wait for a reply.

“Losin’ my mind with you, then.”

12

NIKO

The bed is so fuckingsmall.

Don’t know why I thought my six-foot-four ass would be comfortable in a single bed to begin with. Over the past few years, I’ve spent more nights in this office than at my home and have woken with kinks in my neck that I’d complain about for days.

I nearly bought a new bed a hundred times but never pulled the trigger. And now, I’m glad I didn’t.

Ivy lies sprawled over my body, her chin propped up on my chest and our legs tangled. I draw my nails up and down her naked back beneath the heavy quilt covering us.

“Did you ever reconcile with your parents?” she asks, her tired eyes focused on me.

It’s late into the night, and my generator is still kicking. We ate ice cream and frozen strawberries for dinner, and I didn’t have it in me to insist we have something with a bit more protein once she grew excited.

“No. I haven’t spoken to them in nearly a decade.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. They weren’t worth knowin’.”

“Then I’m even more sorry. I’m close to my parents, and I know if they chose to back out of my life that I’d really miss them.”

I continue scratching her back, letting the contact soothe me. “Sometimes, it’s easier to cut contact with someone than it is to fight to fix a broken relationship. Doesn’t matter if they’re blood or not.”

“How does it feel knowing that you’re so much wiser than me?” she teases with a kiss to my sternum.

“It’d be fuckin’ embarrasin’ if I wasn’t. I’m nearly double your age.”

I wince at the reminder. Yeah, I might not care enough to let her go, but I’ve done a great job of pretending that she’s not so much younger than me. It won’t affect my life, but it could damage hers.

She taps at the corner of my mouth. “Don’t scowl. I don’t care how old you are.”

“You should. There are assholes everywhere outside this bar.”

“Scared people will think I’m only with you for your money and fame?” she pokes.

“Is that what you’ll be, Ivy? With me once we get out of here?”

Fuck, it sounds as desperate out loud as it feels.

“Well, I would certainly hope that we’d betogetherafter everything that’s happened. I don’t particularly want to raise this baby in a broken home.”

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