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“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“What promise?”

“The show I’m expecting to see,” he explains.

“Show?”

“It’s starring me, isn’t it? You know, the whole reason you left the table to use the bathroom.”

“Oh. That. Silly me, I was just playing,” I say sweetly, smiling up at him in the mirror. He is directly behind me, pressed so close to me that I can feel the outline of his cock against my back. Nic rakes his eyes over me in the reflection. He is slow and methodical, like he is trying to study me for some sort of test.

“You are such a bad girl.”

Before I can come up with a snappy comeback, Nic spins me around, lifts me up by my hips, and places me on the smooth surface of the vanity. He pivots me so I can see him and the mirror with just the slight turn of my head. He hikes up my skirt, while bending my knees at the same time. I am so enthralled with his fluidity that I don’t even have a chance to think, let alone stop him. With his hands over mine, he places them over the crotch of my lace panties and cups my hand to my mound.

“I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he encourages. Controlling my hand, he moves his up and down, dragging mine over my sensitive parts. “I want to watch you get yourself off.”

I’m not sure I can do that with the amount of pressure I feel to perform. I close my eyes and focus on just how my body feels. When I begin to relax, I start moving my hand of my own volition. Moisture seeps from my pussy and when I have teased myself enough, I slip my hand into my panties and slide one finger inside my warmth.

“You’re doing great, baby,” Nic says, cheering me on. His hands rub at my back, soothing me with his gentle—but urgent—movements. “You’re such a good girl.” He makes me forget my troubles and helps me block out the rest of the world. Bending, he peppers kisses along the side of my exposed neck, making chills run up my arms.

I let out a moan when I am close, and before I have a chance to finish myself off, Nic turns me so my legs now surround him as he stands between them. His hands grab at my ass and push me into him as he lifts and lowers his hips to imitate the movements of sex. The friction of his pants against the softness of my panties gives me the perfect amount of pressure to finish myself off.

“Ah,” I call out, throwing my head backwards as I allow the intense orgasm to flood through my core. Before I can finish riding the wave, Nic undoes his pants and pulls my panties aside.

“Tell me you want this.”

I nod and scoot forward to try to get him inside me. I may not be sure about the future, but I know I’m sure about the present. I want him. I have always wanted him. And if life would just dish me a fair set of cards to play with, I might even be able to gamble with the odds that we could be something more.

“I need your words.”

“I want this.”

He smiles down at me and slides himself inside my pulsing canal. It doesn’t take but a few thrusts to send me skyrocketing to another realm outside of the present space.

“You can give me more,” Nic says with confidence, as his lips suck and nip at mine.

His hands squeeze my ass cheeks in a punishing grip. He knows I like it a bit rough. A little raw. I push forward, throw my head back, and succumb to the pleasure that only Nic Hoffman knows how to elicit from my body.

“Fuck!” I bellow. “Mmph!” I breathe through my nose as Nic’s lips capture mine, holding my scream prisoner.

I can feel the vibration of his laughter as he thrusts a few more times before releasing into me.

If I die in this moment from pleasure, it will be worth it.

26

NIC

“I can do that,” Claire says, trying to get me to stop wiping her clean.

Maybe she is vulnerable and a bit shy after coming down from her high. Perhaps she realizes that the more she blurs the lines, the clearer her feelings are to me. She’s scared. Regardless, I want to take care of her and make sure she is safe.

“Let me,” I state, continuing to run a warm washcloth over her folds, collecting the product of our arousal. There’s nothing I want more than to have a reminder of where I’ve been on the forefront of Claire’s mind. I would love to let her feel my seed leaking out of her for the rest of the evening. However, I also want her to feel comfortable and unashamed of our relationship—even if she has yet to acknowledge that she is very much mine. Also, I don’t want to put her at extra risk for a urinary tract infection. In the research I’ve done about pregnancy, I know those can cause issues.

I can be a patient man, but I only have a short amount of time to prove to Claire that the paternity test results are irrelevant to how I feel toward her. I need her to understand my feelings prior to the actual test, and my girl is stubborn at best. I know she is using this baby as a way to distance herself from me emotionally—despite not being able to keep me at arm’s length physically. She has already proven to me that she can’t resist me when I pursue her relentlessly. Good. Because I don’t plan on stopping.

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