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“You’re insatiable,” she said, raking her nails down my back, her legs cinched around my waist as I drove into her.
She was one to talk.
Her back arched off the tiles, and I squeezed her ass cheeks in my hands, my tongue trailing down her chest.
I brushed my tongue over her nipple, then sucked it into my mouth and grazed it with my teeth.
Nicola was starting to feel like a drug I couldn’t get enough of.
I thrust into her. Harder. Faster. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and I kept up a punishing pace. “I know how greedy you are.”Thrust. Thrust.“Just making sure you’re fully satisfied.”
“Oh, God.” Her head fell back, and she clawed at my shoulders, her little moans and whimpers shooting straight to my cock and making me harder if possible.
She screamed my name, her walls clenching around my cock like a vise grip and milking an orgasm out of me that seemed to go on and on. I flattened my palm on the tiles to stay upright.
Holy shit. This woman was going to be the death of me.
“Consider me officially satisfied,” she said when I caught my breath and lifted her off me, setting her on her feet. “For now,” she threw over her shoulder as she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel.
CHAPTERFORTY-ONE
Nicola
I feltlike I was walking on air for the next few weeks. Not only had something shifted inside me, but my relationship with August had too. There was an intensity about him that translated into everything he did, from his professional life to the bedroom.
I’d never had the kind of sex I did with August. I had a great sex life with Cruz, but this was different.
It could be because every time we were together, it felt like this could be our last time. There was more urgency. Almost a sense of desperation about being with him.
Cruz was always there in my heart and mind, and I still visited him most days. I’d come to accept that Dylan was right, and I knew what I’d eventually have to do. Not for myself but for Cruz.
But I wasn’t ready to make that decision yet, and if August was in my life, I couldn’t make that choice for Cruz. I never wanted it to seem like a choice between two men. Which it wasn’t, although it might be perceived that way.
So, I did nothing for now, and because I was only human, I selfishly clung to both.
My past and my present. The man who had loved me for nearly a decade. And the man who had brought me back to life and made me believe in magic again.
Although I could live without the early wake-up call.
We decided to buy our own fish and shellfish to ensure we always got the freshest seafood. With a groan, I rolled away from August and tried to silence my alarm, but it wasn’t my phone alarm. It was his. My weary eyes widened when I saw the time. I rolled over and smacked his arm. “It’s only five in the morning.”
“Rise and shine, Honey Bun.” He was already out of bed and grabbing clothes from the closet, raring to go. I resented morning people. “We need to get on the road.”
“On the road?” What was he talking about? My groggy brain was having trouble keeping up. The fish market we went to was only six miles away and didn’t open until seven.
“I’m taking you to LA.”
I rolled over and tried to get back to sleep. “You can go to LA. I’m going back to sleep,” I mumbled.
“Come on. I want you to meet Nash. And you have to try the paella.”
Who wanted paella at ass crack o’clock on a Saturday morning? Not me. But then I perked up at the mention of Nash, August’s best friend, and that got me out of bed, albeit grudgingly.
By the time I got dressed in an old concert tee, faded denim, and beat-up Converse, August was waiting for me by the door. Wordlessly, he handed me a travel mug of coffee. He knew it was pointless to talk to me before my morning coffee.
We rode in silence for a while, but when the caffeine hit my system, I started feeling more human and snuck peeks at him.
What was it about a guy in a backward ball cap that was so sexy? I had no idea, but as soon as he flipped it backward, I was a goner.
