“You’re getting off on this,” I accused.
“You’re getting off on it too, Olivia, and don’t deny it ’cause I’ll just have to prove it and that’ll delay pizza which would be annoying.”
“I—” I began to snap but his hand cracked against my ass again right before it soothed it sweetly and his mouth came to mine.
His deep voice was gentle and just as sweet when he asked affectionately, “Livvie, go get your man the pizza menu and his phone. Okay, baby?”
He ended that request sliding his hand in, his fingertips gliding between my legs, one whispering across my clit.
“Okay, Nick,” I breathed.
His eyes smiled and he gave me a short, rough kiss before he let me go.
I got him the menu and his phone.
Holding me in his bed, Nick ordered pizza.
He left me in his bed when he got dressed and went out to buy me beer.
He came back and we ate pizza, drank beer and then fucked, slow and long and beautifully.
And I fell asleep with Nick in his bed.
I woke up there too.
Both the falling asleep and the waking up I did with Nick holding me.
Normal.
Simple.
Real.
And terrifying.
Chapter Seventeen
No Limit
Nick
7:28 – The Next Morning
After their shower, Nick lost track of Olivia when he was in his closet pulling on trousers.
He found her in his kitchen, wet hair just as it was dry, straight as a sheet, bangs spiky against her eyebrows, wearing his shirt from the day before barely buttoned up because there weren’t many buttons left.
She was doing something and he hoped it was making coffee.
But he saw her purse on the bar where he put it after he retrieved it the night before from where she’d told him she’d left it in her car.
“Got your phone on you?” he asked, moving toward the kitchen, his eyes to her purse.
“Yes,” she answered.
“Gonna take it today, honey. Have one of my guys look at it. Make sure they got nothing on it to track you.”
He felt her gaze and turned his from her purse to see panic etched in her features.