Part 40 (2/2)

”I'm uncertain I have the brute strength to open your door.”

He grinned. ”It sounds angry but it's a piece of cake.”

”Right,” she murmured, her eyes drifting to his throat.

”Livvie,” he called.

Her gaze came back.

Before he could say more words to rea.s.sure her, she spoke and as she did, just the way she did it last night, he caught the look deep in her eyes.

”You'll give me a key.”

That said a lot for any man and woman, he knew it.

For them, the level of trust it communicated was out the roof.

And the way she felt about it wasn't right there for him to see, but she gave it to him because he put in the effort to look deep.

”I'll give you a key,” he confirmed quietly.

She leaned into him, her soft body yielding to his hard.

”f.u.c.k, you gotta stop bein' sweet or I'm gonna need to f.u.c.k you against the island and I got zero time this morning,” he warned. ”I need coffee and to get a move on.”

”Okay,” she said in her soft voice.

”Now make coffee,” he ordered.

She rolled her eyes.

She'd never done that.

Now she was being sweet with her body and her normal just plain cute.

He moved his hand down, catching his s.h.i.+rt, yanking it up and he was about to swat her a.s.s when he felt it was bare.

”f.u.c.k,” he grunted.

”Sebring?”

He curled his fingers into her a.s.s cheek.

Her lips parted and her lids lowered.

f.u.c.k.

Without another word, he turned her and bent her over the island, yanking up his s.h.i.+rt and seeing her bare a.s.s.

”f.u.c.k,” he groaned, his hardening c.o.c.k going solid.

”Sebring,” she whispered, and tipped her a.s.s.

An invitation.

Christ.

His princess.

”G.o.ddammit,” he muttered. Powerless against her pull, he undid his pants. ”Hold on,” he ordered.

She s.h.i.+fted her hands to the sides of the island.

He drove his c.o.c.k into her wet c.u.n.t.

f.u.c.k.

He took her hard and fast. She came for him hard and fast. He shot deep, did it hard but luckily not quite as fast.

When he was done, still breathing heavily, he turned her, lifted her and planted her a.s.s on his island, shoving in so he was between her legs. When he got to where he wanted to be, he kissed her.

And when he was done with that, he stayed close and held her tight as he said quietly, ”Like you in my s.h.i.+rts, Liv, but so I can fight the urge to spend every minute I'm awake f.u.c.kin' you, panties would be good.”

”Hmm...” she murmured as reply, her beautiful green eyes even more beautiful hazy with s.e.x.

She was totally not going to wear panties.

Yeah, she owned him. He told himself he'd resisted the brand but she'd burned it deep weeks ago.

Admitting that and still powerless against her pull, Nick kissed her again.

Then he put her on her feet.

She wandered to his master bath off his bedroom to clean up.

By the time she was out, he'd finished the coffee she'd started making and he'd gotten her a key.

He poured himself a travel mug.

She grabbed her cell and gave it to him. She also wandered to the door with him.

He kissed her there and muttered, ”Bolt this after me.”

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