Page 104 of Can't Always Get What You Want

I’ve never felt more seen.

More wanted.

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The bubbles are so high I can’t even ogle her tits.

Damn shame, cause I really love looking at them. Big. Perky. Pretty pink nipples a man could get lost in, they make my mouth water—and now they’re submerged beneath the water.

Her toe appears, bright red polish winking at me. Nova taps it against my chest as if she lost my attention and wants it back.

Newsflash: she never lost it and probably never will.

I take it in my hands and press my fingers into the pads of her foot, rubbing it until she tips her head back and leans it against the back of the tub with a moan.

“Damn that feels amazing.”

“So did you.” I press a kiss to the inside of her ankle, just because it’s there.

Nova and her orgasms light me on fire.

Sitting across from me, she is flushed cheeks and wet lashes and wild hair; it tries to escape the knot on top of her head, loosely piled there.

Sexy as hell.

She stretches her legs out a little more, letting me keep hold of her foot. Her eyes are closed, the softest smile on her lips likeshe’s floating somewhere between reality and that quiet bliss that only comes after being thoroughly wrecked—in the best way.

“So,” I say casually, letting the water slosh between us. “Am I allowed to ask about the last guy who was lucky enough to get you naked in a tub?”

Translation: tell me about your douchebag of an ex-boyfriend.

She snorts, reaching for the wine glass perched on the edge of the tub. “That’s how you’re phrasing it?”

I shrug.

She gets what I meant so there’s no sense in rewording it, her toes wiggling above the bubbles as she considers how much information to give me.

Nova hesitates.

Then,

“It’s not easy being Gio Montagalo’s sister in a hockey town.”

Her voice is quiet, the rim of the wine glass brushing her lips as she stares across the bubbly water at me. Her toes have stopped wiggling.

Gone is her teasing.

I stay quiet.

Give her space to think about what she wants to tell me.

She takes another sip of wine before resting the glass on the edge of the tub again.

Nova gives me a wane smile.

“People—men wanted to date me to get access to Gio, and women wanted to be my friend with the hopes of fucking him.” She nibbles her bottom lip. “In high school it wasn’t as bad---once we got to college, it was awful. I hated the feeling that I was being used. He was the golden child who got all the attention and sometimes, I felt like I was getting the leftovers.”

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