Page 55 of Naughty and Nice
Nick rolled from the bed and stood. Our juices glistened on his still-erect cock.
Holy shit.
I stifled a laugh.
“What’s so funny, señora?”
“I’m glad I didn’t see you before…you’re…well, it would have scared me.”
Nick smirked. “I fit inside you perfectly. A puzzle meant to be together.” He disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned, he was wearing his boxer briefs, and he had a warm washcloth. “Let me.”
I flung back the sheet, revealing my nakedness. There was something about the way he was tending to me that made my heart swell. Soon, he was back in bed, his arm wrapped around me. My head was on his shoulder. I lifted my face to see him better. “Nick, I really am happy.”
“That’s all I want.”
“Jasmine asked if we’d go to her house on Christmas Eve. A feast of fishes.”
“Seven fishes.”
I playfully slapped his chest. “How does everyone know about this but me?”
“You haven’t had the honor of experiencing a Luciano Christmas tradition.” He rubbed gentle circles on my back. “If you don’t want to go to their house, I’ll tell el Patrón I’ll watch over our territory while he’s up north.”
“Does he need you to do that?”
“Why?”
I inhaled. “Because if you can go, I’d like to go.” My smile returned. “Like Maria said, we’re starting over.” I kissed his chest. “We’re making new memories.”
Chapter
Twenty-Two
Nick
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I wasn’t certain what to expect when it came to Liliana and intimacy. I don’t just mean sex. She’d been through a difficult time with Uncle Gerardo. While I didn’t know all the details, I could imagine, and doing so made me wish I’d been present when el Patrón carried out his sentence.
Her honesty was refreshing. She surprised me at every turn.
The morning after our wedding, we showered together, cleaning and touching one another. Heavy steam hung in the air. With her hands splayed as she faced the tile, she peered at me over her shoulder. “Talk to me, Nick. Keep reminding me it’s you.”
My cock hardened at her plea. “You’re fucking amazing, Liliana.” Scooping her wet hair, I peppered her neck with kisses before slipping my cock inside her. Her warm pussy clamped around me like a vise. I continued whispering in her ear, reminding her she was now mine, loved, and cherished. I pumped and thrust until her body tensed and her voice echoed throughout the bathroom.
Later, with Liliana wearing only a robe and me in my boxers, we sat on the balcony. Overlooking the city, we drank coffee and talked. I’d never seen a woman as self-assured, absolutely stunning with her wet hair and no makeup. When she’d move, her robe would gape open just enough to offer me a peek of her pert breasts, deep-red areolas, and tight nipples.
Throughout the day and night, we christened our home in a way we wouldn’t be able to do once a new bodyguard moved in with us. Nothing was off-limits from the kitchen counter to the dining room table, and over the arm of the sofa. No matter the location, or whether our eyes stayed locked on one another, I continued to speak, to reassure her that this was real.
After the sofa, I smacked her round ass, just to see my handprint. Liliana only craned her neck and smiled. “Am I being naughty? Is sex on the couch against your rules?”
“No, tesoro. I just wanted to see my handprint on your sexy ass.”
Finally, Monday morning, we ventured out. I drove my wife to the apartments, walking her inside. Celeste and Reina were awaiting her arrival.
“Look at her smile,” Celeste said. She winked at me. “You must be doing something right.”
I hardened my expression. “I’m still your lieutenant.”
