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Her words bring a wave of emotion over me, and I nearly shed a tear. The fact I have these two amazing women in my corner supporting me through and through… I don’t know how I got so lucky.

I reach out, placing a hand on each of their arms. “I love you guys. Seriously, without you both, I’m not sure what I’d do.”

“We love you too,” Lux says.

“Ugh, alright, let’s stop this mooshy gooshiness,” Liana says. “You’re going to make me cry.”

We all laugh, and I take out my phone to send a text off to Nicco about the plan, and I can’t freaking wait.

48

NICCOLÒ

When I pull up to the back of Liana’s boutique, I send a quick text off to Isabella letting her know I’m here. Within a few seconds, the back door swings open and she comes running out with a backpack on. The slight winter breeze blows her dark locks back over her shoulders while she makes her way toward me.

As soon as she’s within arm’s distance, I pull her into me and give her a kiss that draws a small whimper from her while she melts into my arms. When I pull back, I look into her glistening eyes and say, “You have no idea how much I needed that.”

“I might have an idea,” she utters before giving me a smile that could light up anyone’s fucking day.

Reaching behind me, I unhook Isabella’s helmet and hand it to her, thankful the winter weather hasn’t yet forced me to put my bike up for the season.

Isabella’s hold around my waist as we ride back to my place is one of the most comforting feelings in the fucking world. It’s something I’ll never get sick of.

As I pull up to a red light, I set my feet on the pavement to keep us balanced upright on the bike, and give Isabella’s hands a comforting squeeze while we wait for the light to change. But before it does, her hand slowly trails down the front of my jacket before landing on the seam of my jeans, where my already semihard dick from having her legs wrapped around me wakes up even more and pushes against the zipper of my pants.

She squeezes, applying the right amount of pressure, and my knees nearly buckle at the sensation. The way I need Isabella is fucking maddening.

The light turns green, and I take off down the street. Isabella doesn’t move her hand until I’ve parked in the underground garage.

I hop off the bike and hold my hand out for her to dismount. We each take our helmets off, and the sly grin that has formed on her face has me chuckling. I raise a brow at her. “What exactly did you think you were doing there?” I say, nodding to my bike.

She gives me a small laugh and runs her fingers through her hair. “What? You didn’t like that?” she asks innocently.

“Had you squeezed any harder, you would’ve caused a damn accident, or I would’ve ended up fucking you right at that intersection back there.”

Isabella’s eyes twinkle under the overhead lighting of the garage. “Oh, yeah? Fucking me at an intersection…” She steps toward me and slowly runs her hand down the zipper of my leather jacket as she gazes up at me with lust-filled eyes and a quirk in her brow. “Now that would’ve been fun.”

A low growl escapes me before I grab her hand and pull her toward my private elevator. As soon as the door shuts, I have her in my arms. Our lips are locked, and our tongues clash against one another as the tension finally catches up to us. The only thing that pulls us out of the moment is the dinging of the elevator that tells us we’ve made it up to my penthouse.

Isabella pulls away from me, and I groan at the loss of contact. She steps off the elevator backward, smiling at me in a seductive way that could put me on my knees.

I prowl toward her, but she turns around and takes a moment to take in the space. “Wow, this place is amazing, Nicco.”

In the heat of the moment, I nearly forgot Isabella has never seen my new home before. It’s a modern-style penthouse that gets flooded with natural lighting during the day from the floor-to-ceiling windows that take up the majority of the wall space. The light-oak floors and ivory furniture give the large space an even bigger feel.

Isabella was on my mind when I started my search for a new place, and when I hired the interior designer, I gave her all the things I know Isabella loves and told her to have at it. I had a feeling Isabella would like it, but it sounds like the interior designer did an even better job than I thought.

I follow Isabella down the short hallway into the open living room. She stops, taking a moment to admire the gold light fixtures hanging from the tall ceilings. “This place is incredible, Nicco. It’s everything I’ve…” She turns around to look at me, a curious look in her eye.

“Always wanted?” I finish for her. Isabella and I had talked about our future and what we’d want in a place of our own. I’m just so fucking glad it never changed.

“You remembered?” she says, closing the distance between us and wrapping her arms around my waist. Her eyes sparkle up at me.

“I told you I remember everything about you,” I murmur.

“I’m starting to see that,” she says before rising up on her toes and kissing me.

I groan into her, loving the taste of her on my lips again. Sliding my hands down, I find the curve of her ass and lift her so she’s able to wrap her legs around my waist.

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