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Nick pressed her lower into the mattress, his thrusting speeding up. The cuff’s chains rattled like a ghost in a whirlwind. Emma thrust back, her clit finding the pillow and his cock plunging straight into her g-spot. Whiteness enveloped her.

Her body went numb. For a brief second, Emma feared she’d stroked out. Then all the pleasure hit at once. It boiled over through her, racing her heart, tickling the entirety of her chest, and clenching her vagina hard to his cock. She groaned at the tight fit, and Nick pulled her hands close to her chest.

He cried out, “Emma,” thrust once, then collapsed on top of her.

Time stopped. The world stopped. All she knew were the jagged breaths slipping from the lips pressed to the nape of her neck.

“You are…” Nick pulled himself from her. He took care of the condom and undid the cuffs. As Emma began to turn around, she watched the man with a huge smile and wild eyes struggle to comb his hair. “You’re beautiful,” he said. “I’m sorry, but…it’s all I see.”

“Well, I guess I can’t stop you.” She winced when her pinked ass grazed the bed.

Nick raced forward. He guided her back to her belly and rolled her hair in his hand. “Here.” A cool lotion struck her ass. With gentle strokes, he soothed it over her buttocks. “Let me take care of you.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

EMMA FINISHED THE last of her makeup and gave a cursory glance. After she wiped down the packaging and put it all back in her bag, her phone vibrated.A new voicemail?

“Skylar!”

She walked out of the bathroom to find Nick holding a cup of coffee while banging on the girl’s bedroom door. Emma wasn’t certain when she came home, only that in the early hours, Nick had returned to bed grumbling under his breath. It’d stopped when he’d curled her in his arms and fallen asleep.

“Come on. Breakfast,” he kept on, a wicked smile rising. Slowly, he took a sip of his coffee, then caught Emma’s eye. Abandoning his quest to wake the teen, Nick reached over and pulled her close. “I got pancakes in the oven.”

“Sounds wonderful. What about…?” She glanced to the mug in his hands. He passed it over to her, and she took a quick drink. The hand Nick had around her waist drifted lower. He watched her intently as he brushed his palm over the brunt of his paddling.

“You need any pain killers?”

“No. Though, some cream and sugar in this would help.”

He laughed hard. “How could I forget?” Nick leaned closer when the bedroom door flew back.

A hundred pounds of teenage rage stuck its head through the gap and shouted, “What?”

Nick and Emma stepped apart simultaneously, looking like two normal friends and nothing more. “There’s pancakes and…” He coughed and slapped a hand over his mouth, but it barely stifled the laugh.

Poor Skylar looked like she was hit by a runaway train. Her elaborate updo had fallen in pieces, leaving the pink ends standing straight out. Worse was the makeup she must have been too tired to wash off. The cranberry eyeshadow was now more of a hangover red and smeared clear to the right side of her face.

She looked at Emma who found the bitter coffee and her phone very interesting. Then she zeroed in on her uncle who finally got his shock of laughter under control. “You said I didn’t have to work today.”

“I said breakfast, not work. Cafe’s closed today.”

“What?” Skylar’s eyes bulged, and she stampeded out of her room to stare at him. “You never close. Like ever.”

“Well, I was thinking maybe we all take a break. There’s a fresh patch of snow on the ground and a sled in the garage.”

“Sledding. You closed the cafe to go sledding?” She kept looking at Emma as if she was waiting for them to shout ‘got ya!’ “How’s anyone even know? What about the regulars? Sam?”

“He’ll be fine.” Nick waved it off. “I updated the website so people can…”

“You know how to use the internet?”

He glared at her. “I’m not eighty-five.”

“Uh-huh. Sledding? Really?”

Nick shrugged. “Or you could go ice skating. I think the rink’s open today.”

“A day off. A Sunday, when all the church crowd would gather up the tables and leave those bible quotes printed on fake dollars. You’re not opening for them?”

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