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Warmth floods my body at his words. I rise on my knees once again and lick my lips before I eagerly take him into my mouth. He releases a throaty groan that only gets me more riled up.

Closing my mouth around his cock, he fills me and I release a little gasp out my nose. The memory of him from earlier when he prodded my pussy has me even more turned on. His hips writeh while I twirl my tongue around him and flick it against his tip. I taste the pre-cum on my tongue. It’s sweet and enticing.

When I gently drag my teeth against the length of him, his fingers slide into my hair and scrape against the back of my head. Desire pools between my thighs. Shit. My undies are going to be soaked.

Nico scoots his ass closer to the edge of the bed and shoves his cock further into my mouth until it reaches the back of my throat and I nearly choke.

He grips my hair and tugs at it. “That’s it, Kit-Kat, take my cock until you gag.”

He thrusts into my mouth. Harder. Faster. He’s so close. And now I sort of wish he was getting me off too.

Except this time, it’s about him.

CHAPTER10

Nico

Idon’t have the heart to question Rosie about the compass. Not after she just gave me the best blowjob I’ve ever had. She’s probably the most experienced woman I’ve been with. But it’s not that aspect that gets me worked up. She’s confident. And that aspect outweighs everything else.

After I clean myself up in the bathroom, I shuffle down the hall with my glass of whiskey. Rosie is in the living room stretched out on the floor on a pile of blankets and her back is propped against the sofa.

“Hey, Moretti,” she calls. “I guess you can join me for a movie if you’d like.”

I refill my glass and join her in the living room. Without an invitation, I lower myself onto the blankets next to her. “Is that my permanent nickname?”

She picks up her whiskey and swirls it. “I’m still undecisive.”

I bump my elbow into her shoulder. “You can call me whatever you want, Kit-Kat.”

Her gaze starts at my eyes before slipping down to my mouth. Subconsciously, I wet my lips with my tongue. We’re close. And not just in proximity. We’ve gotten too friendly with one another. I know she feels it too.

That moment between us where she talked me down from my panic attack and it ended with her sucking me off, was too intimate. I shouldn’t have allowed it. I could’ve stopped it.

But whether we like it or not, Rosie and I share a bond. She’s the only person who knows exactly what I’m going through. Amelia can only understand the grief over losing Granddad. But Rosie, Rosie understands the hurt of being lied to by the one person who meant the world to you.

Even still, we should keep this professional. From now on. No way am I going to let myself catch feelings for a woman the same way Granddad did. And then let her mess everything up for me, too.

“Should we start the movie?” I finally break the silence that’s been stretching between for far too long.

“Yes,” she blurts. “Yep. Let’s watch the movie.”

Rosie presses play and the beginning credits appear on the white screen. The lights from the Christmas tree flicker and the fire in the stove creates a glow that dances on the walls in the small cabin. Rosie isn’t close enough for me to feel the heat of her body. But she’s here. And I’m not alone.

And that’s enough.

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AMELIA

How’d the rest of today go?

ME

Fine.

AMELIA

UGHHHH. A man of few words.

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