Dipped in Holly (Nick and Holly, #1)

by Dana Isaly

“I promise I don’t bite unless you ask me to,” he says, his mouth suddenly very close to my ear.

This is the kiss. This is the kiss that makes you realize you’ve been missing out your entire life on having the shit kissed out of you.

“Now the last memory he has of you will be watching you melt for someone else.”

“I want you to fuck my face,” he tells me as his lips brush the most sensitive part of me. “You will tell me what you like, you will squeeze my head with your thighs, and you will tug on my hair so hard that you’re worried you’ll pull it out.” He pauses. “And Holly?” he asks, looking up at me over my skirt, his eyes so full of lust it makes my pussy clench. “Yeah?” I breathe. “You will scream for your Daddy when you come. Understood?”

“You don’t get to deny me what I want to eat. I’m hungry. Let your Daddy feast on you.”

He’s addicting in every way, from the way he smells to the way he tastes. It’s like he’s my own personal brand of catnip.

“I take care of what’s mine.” My stomach does a little flip, and I shut that shit down because I just got dumped, and I’m not about to entertain the idea of catching feelings for the rebound. “And at least for tonight,” he continues. “You’re mine.”

“What’re you doing for New Year’s?” I ask her. “Spending it with you?” she asks, her face turning mischievous as she looks over at me. “Good girl.”