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“Got it.” I tugged on a curl at the nape of her neck. “I hope I end up living up to my nickname, then.”

She tilted her head, bringing our lips closer once again. “You will,” she whispered. “You already do.”

Though I smiled, my stomach dropped. My anxiety about ruining her increased tenfold. I called myself Prince Charming, but I was always making the wrong moves when it came to Ciara. I worried I would disappoint her spectacularly.

We resumed kissing, the pace noticeably slower as we sank deeper into it. Knowing what I now knew about how she envisioned her first time with her husband, I wanted to make sure I got it right. I cradled her head with the utmost care, slowing down, trying to be romantic.

But Ciara’s enthusiasm did not help me. She responded to every touch and kiss with fervor. I discovered that the sensitive spot below her ear elicited a soft whimper, and my lips across her sternum gave me a deeper moan. And her nipples…I licked, and sucked, and nibbled, and every action seemed to make her frantic.

After many stops and starts, we finally made it to my bedroom. I turned on one of the bedside table lamps, then placed her on the bed so I could undress. She watched with hunger in her eyes as I stripped bare, her gaze flicking from my chest, to my abs, to my dick.

I struck a pose to make her laugh. “Like what you see?”

Her answering laugh was loud and unfettered and made me grin, as well. “Oh, yes,” she said. “Very much so.”

“Good. Now it’s your turn.” Gently, I pulled her to the edge of the bed by her hips, unbuttoning her pants and motioning for her to lift up. When she did, I removed her pants, hearing them drop but not caring where they landed. Because what was underneath the pants captured all of my attention.

Ciara had donned a pair of lace panties that matched her bra, giving the illusion of endless miles of soft, brown skin. Her toenails were painted a coral pink, which stood out like a beacon and added to her lure. Her legs seemed to go on forever, and her breasts, which had already been freed, sat on display, two perfect handfuls that I couldn’t wait to cup. Now that we weren’t pressed up against each other, I could see her in all her glory. And oh, how glorious she was.

She flushed all the way down to her nipples. “Is everything okay?” she asked.

Is everything okay? she asks.I didn’t want to offend her by laughing at the absurdity of the question, but I still allowed myself a smile.Iwas more than okay. Seeing her like this quite literally took my breath away. I knew she couldn’t see what I saw in her—her quiet beauty and grace that was both intriguing and sexy—but I hoped to show her.

I leaned forward and brushed a kiss to her lips. “Yes,” I said. “Everything is perfect.”

I hovered over her, deepening our kiss as I savored the taste of her. Then, I dropped kisses on her skin as I worked my way down her body until I reached the apex of her thighs. I looked up at her, aroused by the heated, heavy-lidded look she gave me. As innocent as the request for a bed had been, her look was anything but angelic.

I parted her with my fingertips, fusing my lips to her clit. Her response was immediate: she lifted off the bed, clutching the sheets in her fists. I swirled my tongue around the bundle of nerves, gratified by her reaction. And when I slid my finger and found her G-spot, she let loose a sigh, a sound that made my body tighten even further.

“You like that?” I murmured. “Talk to me.”

“Nathan,” she breathed. “It feels amazing. Keep going.”

So I did. Before I knew it, she had her legs wrapped around my shoulders, holding me to her, her breaths sawing in and out of her. Before she said a word, she squeezed me from the inside, and I knew she was close.

“You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” I asked.

I looked up just as she nodded frantically.

“Go ahead, baby,” I encouraged. “I got you.”

Those were the magic words. With one last frantic cry, she let loose, her juices flowing down my chin. I lapped them up eagerly, licking her clean and wiping the excess from my face onto my sheets. When she collapsed onto the bed, I made my way up to her body, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She came to moments later, turning toward me and curling her body around mine. “That was…beyond words and everything I could have dreamed of,” she said in a low voice. “Thank you.”

I smiled, trying not to let my anxiety show in my expression. “And we haven’t even had sex yet,” I said.

As we kissed and explored each other’s bodies, I was left wondering how I’d developed real feelings for my wife of convenience.

ChapterTwenty-Six

CIARA

Waking up in Nathan’s bed, with him having left already for the second morning in a row, felt like déjà vu.

Only this time, there was no note.

Instead, I turned over to see a vacant spot and heard running water coming from the bathroom.

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