Page 17 of Till Cupid Do Us Part

“I’m trying to make sure I always remember that.”

“And I’ll spend as much time as you need convincin’ you of it regardless of what my son says. You got that, angel?”

My pulse flutters in my throat. “Yes. I got it, Niko.”

He leans in and steals a kiss that lingers, neither of us willing to cut it short. His lips are warm and firm as he coaxes mine apart and slowly curls his arm around my body to keep me close. I melt in the embrace, forgetting about everything but him and me and the love that continues to grow between us, taking on a life of its own.

“I love you, Ivy. Will love you for the rest of my life,” he declares, continuing to command my lips.

“I love you, too. More than I knew I could love anyone.”

And it would be too easy to show him that right here, right now. I’m still sore between my legs from earlier, but that’s never stopped us before. It’s impossible not to want Niko, and he always takes such,suchgood care of me. I’d happily wake every morning with the feel of him still inside of me when I know the bliss that comes before.

“If you don’t keep me on track, Ivy . . .” He trails off as his mouth glides across my cheek and to the sensitive spot beneath my jaw that makes my toes curl. One suck on it and I’m whimpering. “I’m going to lay you out on this couch and turn your ankles into earmuffs.”

Shivers rack all the way down my spine to where I’m growing damp between my legs. “You promised me we’d call Travis.”

“We can call him in the mornin’.”

“You’re such a horny old man,” I muse, fully aware of the impact of my words and what I’m prepared to receive as punishment for them.

He doesn’t say a word.

His teeth graze my throat and the shell of my ear before working downward. The space between my neck and shoulder becomes a portrait of hickeys and bite marks as I squeeze my legs together and let my eyes roll back. I’m hot beneath Niko’s thin shirt and the blistering heat from his body, but what I feel above the waist is nothing compared to the inferno below it.

Without panties on, it’s impossible not to recognize the slickness coating my inner thighs with every clench of my pussy. Sore or not, it doesn’t change that I’m one more lash of his tongue away from bending myself over the coffee table and offering my body to him.

“Missed out on fuckin’ your throat earlier. Judgin’ by your vicious tongue, maybe that was what you needed to begin with.” His words are a vicious slash across my clit.

I bat my lashes and ease my thighs apart in invitation. Niko’s fingers dive between them and swirl in the arousal he finds.

“Are you saying you want me on my knees?”

He strokes my throat with his other hand at the same time he works his wet fingers through my slit and then carries his exploration to my asshole, lubing it with my arousal.

“While I love you on your knees, angel, I think you need somethin’ more.”

His words don’t scare me. Especially not when he pushes his thumb inside my ass. The pleasure is sharp and familiar . . . and so fucking good.

Words vanish from my mind, but Niko doesn’t need them.

“I want you on the couch with your head hangin’ off the armrest. I’m gonna fuck your throat so deep you’ll feel and see me in your belly, Ivy. Then I’m fuckin’ this tight ass with no plans of stoppin’ until I have you tellin’ me just how beautiful you are and meanin’ it. You got that, angel?”

My head empties as I say, “Please.”

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NIKO

My woman isone of a kind.

She can be so eager to please me in any way I need while also knowing exactly when to demand I give her the same treatment. We work so well together. It’s what keeps me on the edge, always one slip of her tongue from bending her over my knee.

“On your back, Ivy. I want your tits bare and legs spread,” I order, pushing to my feet. She watches me, eyes glassy and cheeks pink, before slowly following my directions.

The baggy shirt she slipped on after our shower falls to the floor as she strips and settles on her back. Couch dipping beneath her, she sucks in a long breath and lets her neck curve over the armrest. I step behind her and stroke her cheeks before running my hands through her hair, teasing myself.

“Open your legs, Ivy. Show me how wet you are.”

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