Page 14 of Candy Coated Curves

He keeps fucking me with his tongue, then using his thumb and forefinger to roll my clit. The sensations are driving me wild. Pleasure builds, heating my core.

“Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

And he doesn’t. His ministrations continue, over and over, and I know I’m rocketing towards a climax. He pinches my clit and I cry out his name as my body explodes with ecstasy. He licks and sucks every last wave of pleasure, then he crawls up my body, kissing each nipple as he goes.

I’m boneless and sated and I’m sure I have a ridiculously goofy smile on my lips, but I can’t find enough energy to care.

He moves his big body next to me and I roll to my side to face him.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” I ask.

“Not right now. Can we talk for a little while?” he asks.

My stomach tightens with dread. “Yeah. What did you want to talk about?” I inwardly wince, worried that I might have jumped the proverbial gun when I texted Amber back at some point while Nash was in the bathroom and told her that her plan—as crazy as it had been—had worked perfectly.

“Anything. Everything. Tell me something about you. Something you’ve never told anyone,” he says.

“Alright, let’s see. I’m terrified of monkeys.”

His brows shoot up. “Monkeys?”

“Yeah.” I shudder. “Creepy little hands and they scream. Just don’t like them.”

“Any particular kind?”

“All of them really. One of the many reasons I hate going to the zoo.”

“The other reasons?”

“Makes me sad to see the animals in captivity. I know modern zoos are more rehabilitative and help with rehoming animals who can’t return to their natural habitat, but it still makes me sad.”

“You are a beautiful soul, Veronica Cuevas,” he says.

“Thank you.”

“Except when it comes to monkeys.”

I poke him in the side. “I don’t want to hurt them. I just don’t want to have to be around them. So did you always want to take over your family’s candy shop? I mean is that the job you wanted when you were younger?” I ask.

He leans up on one big elbow. “No. I wanted to play professional football. But I blew out my knee my senior year of high school. That and I’m not sure I was all that good.”

“That’s not what I’ve heard. People in this town still talk about that winning touchdown catch you made to bring that championship trophy home.”

Surprise crosses his features. “You’ve heard that story?”

“Of course. Before I came to work for you, I was asking around about you. It was when I worked at the pre-school in town, and I’d come into the store and then I’d seen you around. You ask the right people and you can get all kinds of information.”

“You sister works in the salon,” he says dryly.

“That too.” I laugh. “Jackie is definitely a good source of town gossip.”

“Where is your sister? I haven’t seen her around the last few days.”

“She’s up in the mountains in Oklahoma. Snowed in, actually. With special agent Luca Daniels.”

“No shit?”

“What?” I ask.

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