Page 37 of Good Girl's Bad Lessons

“Yes, oh, yes, Nico.”

Damn her.

He increased the pressure of his finger, manipulating her hole, stretching it for later. He’d thought it’d take him a lot longer, but fuck, she was ready… She wanted him in her ass. Fucking it. Claiming it. Breaking in.

She kissed him again, their lips molding to each other while their tongues fought for dominance. His cock pounded with the need to release. He grabbed the anal probe and put it inside her, and she withdrew from his lips for a moment as if she needed to breathe.

“Nico. Oh.”

“Just feel it, baby. I’m getting you ready for my cock.”

She whimpered. “I know…you’re so big, but I want you everywhere. God, yes.”

“Me too, Emma. I want to fuck you everywhere.”

The dirty talking did it. With one hand, he moved her hip, dictating the rhythm as he screwed her faster, and with the other hand, he thrust the anal probe in and out of her, causing more friction. Soon she unraveled, a climax hitting her as she spasmed in front of him with powerful, jerky movements.

Unable to take anymore, he delivered one last thrust, and emptied himself inside her, calling her name. The name of the woman he’d never forget.

Chapter Twelve

Emma hummed. For the past several minutes, she’d cuddled in his arms, on top of him, not moving an inch. She registered him removing the tiny dildo, or whatever it was called, from her bottom, but that’d been it.

He massaged her back, which only confirmed she’d never ever move again. “Emma?”

“Carry me to the bed. I don’t want to leave this cocoon of warmth,” she said, not caring about how cheesy she sounded. She’d expected for ass play to hurt at first, at least, but with Nico she felt so freaking amazing. She’d never been this close to anyone in her life.

His chuckle rumbled through her. “I was thinking the same thing,” he said softly.

He hooked his arms under her legs and stood, taking her with him as if she weighed nothing, easing her on the mattress. His seed still ran down her thighs, but she didn’t care to clean up. She sort of liked it. Dirty.

He lay on the mattress then rolled her on top of him, their limbs entangled, and he finger combed her messy wavy hair. “Are you really keeping the dog?” he asked, breaking the silence.

She propped on her elbows and smiled at him. “I don’t go back on my word.”

“Yes, but that’s a big commitment. I’m sure he’d understand.”

She played with his chest, making a pattern on his washboard abs. “Yes, but Nicky needs a mom.”

“Won’t that get in the way of your chocolate Lab dream?”

“New dreams replace old ones. The important thing is to keep dreaming.”

She knew better than asking about his dreams—unless she wanted to ruin the conversation. Besides acquiring his childhood vacation home, he probably wanted more of the same: health, dating beautiful, independent women, and money. Not that those were bad goals.

She just thought—don’t, she told herself. Otherwise she’d end up no different than Linda, all heartbroken and bitter. Well, she probably was fine now, but damn it, the man left a mark on people. She’d come so far to get all she wanted and couldn’t back down now. Why am I so hung up on marriage and kids anyway? Or was Nico’s cynical attitude about family rubbing off on her?

He touched her cheek, making her look at him. “He’ll be the most spoiled puppy in L.A.”

She nipped at his finger. “I’ll probably let him sleep in my bed, so, yes,” she said, and the image of little Nicky on her bed or sofa warmed her heart. Yes, she was pathetic, and losing her father and brother might have made her need affection, commitment, more. But was she capable of change? Did she want to?

He flipped her on the mattress and kissed her neck. “The luckiest dog, too.”

Sizzling awareness heated her skin from her scalp to her toes, and she linked her arms around his head. “You’re the lucky dog right now.”

His gaze dropped from her eyes to her lips. “I am.”

He smashed his lips on hers, his tongue stroking hers, exploring her mouth, claiming her. Swiftly, arousal reignited inside her, roaring like the engine of some fancy car. She kissed him back, addicted to his strong hold of her. Addicted to how he took her again and again, and each time it only made her more anxious for the next time.

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