“I like hearing you call me that.” I lifted my head to meet his eyes. “Nic?” He nodded. “Say it again.” “Nic,” I breathed. “That’s the name I want on your tongue,” he told me. “Not Junior. And yes, I know you’ve been using it intentionally to keep some space between us, but I don’t want you to anymore, so cut it the fuck out, Lo.” My pussy spasmed at the authority in his tone. “Don’t boss me around or I’ll come.” He dropped his forehead to my belly, shoulders shaking with laughter.
