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Atticus slipped his hand down my pants. His low groan vibrated against my back. “Holy shit, Nicole. I knew you were wet, but this is…” He sank his fingers inside of me, moving them in and out as I backed my hips against his rigid cock. My orgasm was ready to explode.

As he continued to move his fingers in and out, he pressed his thumb against my clit and moved it in slow circles. “I missed this beautiful pussy so much. I want to come inside it so bad right now…”

I opened my mouth to beg him to do it, but the words wouldn’t come out. That would be a terrible idea. And I knew he was holding back, that he wouldn’t really. Because Atticus would’ve been inside of me by now if he’d planned on going that far.ThisAtticus was towing the line but very likely wasn’t going to go there.

“I want to taste you, but I can’t,” he murmured. “Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

I needed to come to put us both out of our misery. But also, Ineverwanted to come. I wanted this to last forever, just Atticus and me in our own little world as he continued to push me over the edge. I rubbed my ass harder against him.

“You’re gonna make me come right up against that pretty little ass of yours? Is that what you want? I haven’t come in my pants since the first time you rubbed your pussy against me. Remember that fucking day?”

I moaned in response.

“Don’t worry, baby. Let go. I know you want to. It doesn’t have to mean anything. Enjoy it. Let yourself come all over my hand.”

My muscles began to contract.

“Come, baby. Come,” Atticus urged.

When my climax erupted, I felt it in every nerve ending of my body. Just before I came down, Atticus removed his fingers. He grunted, and I felt the heat of his orgasm against my backside. We were both clothed, but it was the hottest freaking thing I could remember.

CHAPTER 21

ATTICUS

Later that morning, I left the bedroom before Nicole did and went to make coffee.

When she finally appeared in the kitchen, she didn’t say a word to me while she drank it. She fumbled with the utensils in the drawer, seeming anxious. “Is Mimi up?” she asked.

“Not yet,” I answered. “Last I checked she was still out.”

All I wanted to do was drag her back to the bedroom and fuck her properly. But alas, that was the fantasy, and this awkwardness in the kitchen was the reality.

“We don’t have to talk about it, Nicole. We got off. There’s nothing wrong with a release. We both needed it.”

“Right.” She stopped messing with the silverware. “It didn’t mean anything.”

“I didn’t say that. It sure as fuck meant something to me. But we don’t have totalkabout it.”

Our eyes met.

“It can’t happen again,” she whispered.

I’d figured she’d say that. “Whatever you want,” I said softly. “I’ll sleep on the floor from now on.”

“I can’t let you do that.” She frowned. “I’m the one who started it.”

“I’ll turn around and face the other way, then. That way I’m never up against you. That’ll make it easier for me, too.”

She looked down at the floor but said nothing.

“What’s wrong? You don’t trust me?”

“It’s not that.” She sighed. “I don’t know if I like you turning away from me, either.”

“Youlikesleeping next to me, that’s why…”

Nicole nodded. “I like feeling you close at night, yeah.”

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