Page 91 of Winning the Nightcap

While I drive to her place to see her and Hopper, I stress over what a few days could have done to her inner monologue. I hope she doesn’t shut me out or shy away from what this is.

Maybe I’m just projecting, because I can’t seem to face it either.

When I walk into Bec’s apartment with the key she gave me, all of my worries are drowned out by the sound of her belting out what I’m pretty sure is an old My Chemical Romance song at the top of her lungs. Smiling to myself, I look around the corner into her kitchen to spot her facing away from me, singing into her wooden spoon microphone and dancing for a very entertained yellow lab.

I lean against the fridge, watching as she leans forward, bent at the waist, her arm thrown back behind her. She passionately sings alongto the song word-for-fucking-word until it ends.

I break the silence with a slow clap for what might be considered the performance of the year.

She turns around suddenly, out of breath. Just when I think she’ll act shy and embarrassed, she surprises me, running toward me, jumping into my arms and wrapping herself around me.

“You’re back,” she exclaims, clinging to me, out of breath from her production.

The weight of worry I was carrying around expecting her to be ruminating over our relationship status and the media’s attention on her falls away immediately. Bec doesn’t care about any of that. She just cares about me. And the thought warms my entire chest. I pull her in close and kiss her forehead.

“I’m back, beautiful. And you have some explaining to do,” I say, smacking her ass then pulling her tighter against me. God, I’ve missed her body. I’ve missedher. “Since when did you become a rock star?”

“I’ve always been one,” she says smugly. “Twenty-first century emo music is supremely underrated if you ask me. But my concerts are limited to my kitchen, my car, and my shower.”

“Where do I buy my ticket? I’m especially interested in the shower venue,” I say, turning to press her back against the wall so I can kiss and suck on her neck.

She hums, leaning her head to the side to give me better access. “We might be able to work something out.”

I pull away and look down at her. Everything I’ve ever wanted is right here in my arms, and all I can feel is gratitude. I don’t think Bec has any idea how happy she’s made me. But I’m going to do everything I can to show her.

Chapter Fifty-Four

Bec

“Where’s your vibrator?” Aiden asks, his voice gruff with desire. He walks us out of my small kitchen and into my bedroom, shutting Hopper out of the room. I only have a brief second to send a wish out to the universe begging that he’ll behave himself out there, while also hoping Aiden doesn’t behave himself in here with me.

“What?” I ask.

“Where’s your vibrator, babe?”

He peppers warm kisses along my collarbone, driving my body crazy with need. It’s only been a few days, but every touch of his drives me wild, making it hard to answer his question. I just want him to shut up and keep kissing me like he needs it as much as I do.

“Top drawer of my dresser. Why?” I ask.

“I want to try something. It might seem familiar…lie down on your stomach for me, beautiful.”

That gets my attention.

He drops me onto the bed with a bounce, turning toward my dresser. I watch him grab my vibrator and walk back to me with it at his side and a devilish smile on his face and he lifts his eyebrows.

Holy shit.

“Did you read my…?”

“Yeah, babe. I read your book.” He reaches forward and grabs my ankles, pulling me roughly toward him, his arms running up my legs to grip my outer thighs.

“When?”

He shrugs. “I bought it the day after you drove me home from Dom’s holiday party. It piqued my interest.”

That book was smutty as fuck.

“Well, what’d you think?” I ask him as he pulls my pants and underwear down my legs slowly, his eyes fixated on my entrance.

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