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“Hey, hey, hey.” I thrash in the sand again. “Don’t look too long.”
“Who could blame you, man? She’s ga—” My tongue clicks. “Don’t finish that sentence.” “Falou, Nico. João’s messing around. He wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like her anyway.” João nods. “É verdade. Lily would eat me alive.”
Lily Rodin may be the only person who can leave me buried six feet deep in the ground and have me grinning like a fool.
He loves telling me what to do, and I love ignoring him. Synergy.
I don’t know what I was thinking. Actually, I wasn’t fucking thinking at all. That’s the problem.
I messed up with Lily the way I would with my casual dates or acquaintances. But I don’t want to be casual with Lily. I can’t keep treating her like anyone else. She means more to me.
The day I turn down a man’s offer to take me on a shopping trip is the day I marry a billionaire. Well, maybe not even then.
I know this buying spree is another of Nico’s attempts to apologize and get me to spend the rest of the summer with him. And because the shopping spree is coupled with a spa day, a restocking of all my skincare products, a new phone, and a guarantee that if he fucks up again, he’ll buy me my flight home—even if it’s $5,702—my stern front is starting to crack.
He’s lucky he’s cute; otherwise, I’d sucker punch the pout right off his lips.
“You enjoy being on your knees for me, don’t you?” I bend down to help him. “It’s the most natural place for worship.”
“Thank you, but so you know, I can take care of myself.” “I know.” Nico brings his glass to his lips, and our stares remain locked as he finishes drinking. “It’s why learning to take care of you is much sweeter.”
“Making you happy makes me very happy.”
“You spent all last summer drooling over my body even when you thought I had rows of semen tattooed to me?” I chuckle. “Talk about being head over heels.”
“Only one of us spent last summer drooling, and it was you.” True.
“I’m surprised you haven’t asked me about any of my tattoos before.” “I wanted to, but I thought it was against tattoo etiquette to ask someone what their tattoos mean.”
“When Luca and I were growing up, we’d sword fight with kelp on the beach. It reminds me of him, of my childhood. My parents. It’s why I keep it so close to my heart.”
“It’s very easy to get distracted by a nine-inch dick in your face.”
“You know, pretty girl”—I work my hands into the muscles of her neck—“every time I see a new freckle on your skin, it becomes my friend. They’re all my friends.”
The idea of anyone ever thinking of someone in such an awful way makes me sick. Especially when that someone is mine. Lily. I mean Lily. Not what’s mine. I need to get it together.
I don’t want this summer to end. Hell, I don’t want to ever be apart from her.
“You look so fucking beautiful, Lily.” The water mists her flushed skin. “My breathtaking, stunning girl.”
“Do you think I’m prettier from this angle?”
“Just like that, pretty girl.”
The only woman I’ve ever craved is kneeling for me, making me feel like an absolute god. I’m concerned this is a dream, but when I look down, Lily’s still there: a goddess, my goddess.
“You take me so well.”
“My perfect little slut.” I fist the black strands of her hair, dragging her attention to me as I constrict in her throat. “So lovely on your knees for me.”
“Can—can I come?” “Say please,”
“Forget what I said about being wet. It’s a full-blown Sahara Desert there now.” “Need me to assist?” I land a heavy drop of spit on two of my fingers and hold the wet digits up to her face. She rolls her eyes. “Just your fingers? I was hoping for your tongue.” Lily wraps her hand around my wet fingers and drags them toward her lips. Wow, I was expecting a slap on the cheek.
She smirks before dropping her lips open. My pulse hammers in my ears. In a blink, she swipes my hand from her mouth and straight into my face. I yip. A gob of spit trickles from my eye. I deserved that.
“Thank you for encouraging me.” “I got you, remember?”
“Apparently, you can’t transfer plane tickets from one person to another.” “Yeah, the airlines don’t let you,” he admits. Nico’s eyes widen with realization, and he spins toward me. “Wait, I mean—”
Nico smiles, taking both carry-ons in one hand. Yes. Just one hand to lift eighty pounds of clothes, plus my overstuffed tote bag.
Three complimentary flutes of bubbly and only forty-five minutes into our eleven-hour flight later, I shut the restroom door and return to my pod. Nico watches me with the excitement of a child being told they’re going to Disneyland.
“You’re telling me my hands are going to be permanently stained?”
“Nico.” Lily whips her head around, and strands of sticky hair strike me. “I told you to wear gloves.” “I wanted to feel your hair.”
I, Nico Navarro, may be pussy-whipped by Lily Rodin, and I haven’t even been inside her yet.
my Nico sunshine boy
Things we like about the people we love. Lily.
It takes only a couple of seconds to find the folder I’m looking for and press delete. Lily doesn’t need these now that she has me. I hit next on the playlist.
“Welcome to the Wild Cherry. Do you two have a reservation?” Nico angles me closer. “Yes, it’s under Zoe Mona.”
“And do you even own a beach house? Sounds like that big ego is misleading you again.” “Not yet.” He clicks his mouth in disappointment. “Want me to buy you one?” My eyes trace the ceiling. “Yeah, Nico, I’d love an apology waterfront mansion.” “Consider it done,
Coastal Fling is simply the work of a depraved woman who spent too many afternoons watching him take his shirt off. Over and over.
“Can you let me celebrate you?”
“I’m sure Avery is dying to take you out when you get back to New York. It’s a huge fucking accomplishment, princesa. N...
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“Okay, good. I didn’t want any secrets between us. I want to know everything about you simply because you captivate me.” A blush melts across my skin. “Such a heartbreaker with words like that.” “I’d gladly break my heart for you.”
I left copies of my novellas around the house because what better way to hide a secret than to lay it out in the open? I think she thought I had an erotica addiction.”
“Stick with me, princesa.” Nico stands, extends his palm toward me, and helps me to my feet. “I’ll make every day worthwhile.”
“You actually brought me to see Sunflowers?”
The blindfold comes off, and it takes me a few awestruck moments to notice we’re sitting on a plush collection of pillows and blankets in the middle of some room. I glance around the space. Hues of blues, deep greens, and blacks flood the room. A projection of Starry Night sways across the bare walls, and I stretch out my hand, watching the long tendrils of Saint-Rémy-de-Provence reflect against my skin.
“You’ve already said your pussy is mine, love. I’ve only been counting down the seconds until you were finally ready to claim me.”
