“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 shirt, yanking it up and he was about to swat her ass when he felt it was bare.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
“Sebring?”
He curled his fingers into her ass cheek.
Her lips parted and her lids lowered.
Fuck.
Without another word, he turned her and bent her over the island, yanking up his shirt and seeing her bare ass.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hardening cock going solid.
“Sebring,” she whispered, and tipped her ass.
An invitation.
Christ.
His princess.
“Goddammit,” he muttered. Powerless against her pull, he undid his pants. “Hold on,” he ordered.
She shifted her hands to the sides of the island.
He drove his cock into her wet cunt.
Fuck.
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 ass 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 shirts, Liv, but so I can fight the urge to spend every minute I’m awake fuckin’ you, panties would be good.”
“Hmm…” she murmured as reply, her beautiful green eyes even more beautiful hazy with sex.
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.