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I forget everything but him as the kiss deepens and I feel him pinch one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

“I’m coming, Nick,” I moan as my head falls back against the pillow and I tremble underneath him.

“Miranda,” he says right before he bites my bottom lip. He thrusts one last time before he stills on top of me, letting out one final grunt. I grab his ass and squeeze the taut muscle. Finally, he collapses on top of me, his breath hot against my neck.

Much too soon, he rolls off my body, leaving me exposed. He gets off the bed, and I watch as he walks his muscular body to the master bathroom. While he’s gone, I climb underneath his white down comforter, shielding my nakedness. I close my eyes as I listen to the water run in the bathroom. He comes back a few seconds after I hear the toilet flush.

He dims the light and climbs in the bed, pulling me into his arms. He kisses my temple and glides his hand to my stomach, where he strokes my skin repeatedly.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, finally breaking the silence.

I turn on my side, and he does the same, putting us face-to-face.

“I’m thinking that I just slept with a man I’ve known less than twenty-four hours. And how that’s the least of it because that man is my mother’s boss. Lastly, I’m thinking I have no business being here, but there’s no place else on earth I’d rather be.”

He closes his eyes and reaches for my face, stroking my bottom lip with his thumb. I can smell myself on his fingers, and that realization is like a light switch, turning my body back on.

“We should talk about all of that,” he says. “But not tonight. Tonight, I only want us to focus on each other.” He kisses me again, and this time, the kiss is gentle and slow. We taste each other, and when he puts his hands on my breasts, I close the remaining space between us, grab one of his hands, and put it between my legs, showing him exactly what he does to me.

CHAPTER 9

NICK

By the time we come back downstairs, our food has turned ice cold, and we’re so dehydrated, we both grab fresh bottles of water. I drink all of mine before warming our food. I curse the fact that I don’t have any furniture downstairs other than the two stools I keep at the kitchen island because I want nothing more than for Miranda to sit on my lap while she’s wearing nothing but my t-shirt and a lacy black thong.

“You’re a good cook,” she says between bites. I grab a napkin and wipe the side of her mouth. She’s playful as she reaches out to my plate and takes one of my potatoes. She surprises me when she doesn’t eat it but offers it to me instead. I don’t look away as I wrap my lips around her fork and purposely moan as I pull the fork out of my mouth.

“I swear I heard you moan yesterday at the party when you kept watching me as I was eating.”

“You probably did. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you the entire night. You drove me crazy.”

She blushes but remains quiet. I know what’s on her mind, and I’m relieved when she doesn’t broach the subject.

When we finish eating, I clear our plates and load them in the dishwasher. When I turn around, she’s off the stool, but she’s back in a few seconds, holding her purse in her hand. She sits back down and pulls out a package of birth control pills, takes a pill out and washes it down with the rest of her water.

Despite having fucked her twice upstairs, seeing her take that pill has reawakened my body. I leave the now clean sink, walk around to where she’s sitting, pull her out of the stool, and wrap my arms around her body. She folds herself into me, and when she moans, I know she can feel my erection through my basketball shorts.

“You have a lot of stamina for an old guy,” she says.

“I wasn’t too old when you were riding my dick thirty minutes ago.”

She tries to move out of my arms, but I easily restrain her, spin her around, lean down and kiss her soft lips.

She stands on her tiptoes to kiss me back, but that’s not enough. I put my hands under her and lift her. She’s weightless in my arms as she wraps her legs around me.

“Spend the night with me,” I tell her. “Please.”

She acquiesces with only a curt nod. As soon as I set her down, she pulls out her phone and types a text.

“Just letting my mom know I’m spending the night with a friend. I don’t want her to worry.”

“Come.” I pick her up again, loving the feel of her legs wrapped around me, and carry her up the stairs and back to my bedroom. I dump her on the bed, and dive on top of her, laughing at her shriek of surprise.

“You’ll pull your back doing that, oldie.”

I climb under the sheets with her and quickly pull off her panties. “You won’t be needing those,” I say as I toss them across the room.

I grab the remote next to my bed and turn on the TV, and because I know she’s crazy about Christmas, I turn on Christmas carols, satisfied when she starts humming along to Nat King Cole’s version of “The Christmas Song.”

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