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She moans loudly as she wraps one leg around me. Her nails dig deeper, her moans get louder, and she explodes, my name a muffled sound against my mouth.

She’s still coming when I abruptly pull out of her. I grab my cock, and after two strokes, I cover her breasts with my release. She looks at me, wide-eyed and shocked by my actions. She bites her lower lip, throws her head back, and laughs as she pulls me onto her body, coating both of us with my cum.

“You’re Sticky Nicky now,” she says.

CHAPTER 27

MIRANDA

I quickly slide my phone out of my back pocket and check the time. Another fucking hour and he’ll be here. We’ll have dinner out so we can talk.

“I just want to be able to come to your house and pick you up. Have dinner with your family or invite them over to my place for a meal.”He had whispered those words with me wrapped in his arms after making love. I fell asleep to the beating sound of his heart and the feel of his fingertips sliding against my ribcage.

I woke up a few hours later, still wrapped in his arms. The sun had yet to come up as I quickly dressed. I pressed a kiss to his forehead, and he pulled me back in the bed with him. It took me another ten minutes to finally pull out of his arms and leave the house. It was still dark out when I arrived home, and I got in the house with no one the wiser.

I stand in the back of the store pretending to work while I wait for him to walk in. My stomach growls loudly, and I’m grateful that the sounds in the store hide the noise.

Only a few more minutes and I can leave this place. Luckily, I only have one more day of work and then I’m done until the New Year. I’m not sure how many minutes pass as I think of what Nick said last night. He suggested we go away for a few days after Christmas, and when he suggested somewhere warm, I assumed he meant Florida. To my surprise, he told me his father bought a vacation home in The Bahamas which now belongs to him and Henry.

Lost in my thoughts of frolicking on the beach, and the many ways I’m going to have him in every room in that house, I don’t notice he’s arrived until he’s grabbing my face and kissing me on the lips.

“Excuse me, sir,” I say playfully. “I have a boyfriend. Please, keep your lips to yourself.”

“He’s one lucky fuck.” He looks around and quickly kisses me again. “What were you smiling at?”

“I was just thinking about The Bahamas.” In my excitement, I clap my hands together. “Can’t wait to have you on the beach. Shirtless.” I wiggle my eyebrows at the last part. “And a cabana!” I say before he can speak. “I’ve never had my own cabana before. Does the cabana boy automatically come with the cabana, or is that extra?”

He looks at me for several seconds before he starts laughing. He shakes his head, probably at a loss for how to respond.

“I’m the onlymanyou’re going to need on this vacation. Are you going to wear these on the beach?” he asks, reaching for the antlers I’d forgotten I have on top of my head. He shakes one, and to mess with him, I take the antlers off, get on my tippy toes and put them on his head.

“No, but I was looking at bikinis online and I’m considering a few. Wait until you see these hips in a string bikini.” Not caring that there’s a store full of people, I swing my hips from side to side. “Pow,” I say, bumping his hip with mine. “That’s the sound my hips will make on the beach.” To prove my point, I bump him again. “Pow.”

“I never know what the hell will come out of your mouth, but don’t hurt yourself, sweets. I like the feel of those hips against me, but I don’t think they say pow.”

“Not pow?”

He shakes his head no.

“What about boom?” I swing my hips from side to side again, bumping him each time. “Boom. Boom. Boom.”

“Nope.” He shakes his head again.

“How about boom chick a boom, boom?” This time, instead of swinging my hips slowly, I do a series of fast moves. When he shakes his head a third time, I pretend to pout. “I guess my hips just don’t talk to you then?”

“Oh, they talk, pretty girl.” He turns me to face him and puts both hands on my hips. He looks down into my eyes and starts to move my hips from side to side. “You want to know what these hips say?” He lowers his voice and says, “They say Nick, Nick, Nick.”

“Nick, Nick, Nick,” I repeat, lost in his eyes.

Right there, in the middle of the busy floor, I let my boyfriend guide my hips from side to side as we both whisper his name. I’m lost in his blue eyes, but someone bumps into him, breaking us out of our trance.

“I’ll be ready in about ten minutes,” I tell him as I step away, my face flushed, and my body awakened and ready.

“I’m going to look for some stuff for my girlfriend while I wait. Not that she needs this stuff.” He picks up a lacy thong and holds it with his index finger. I smile at him, and just as I’m about to say something that would drive him wild, my eyes bug out at what I see in front of me.

“Hey, baby girl!” my mother practically screams in the store. She’s not alone. She has my brother, my aunt, and five-year-old cousin with her. “We’re here to pick you up. We all have some last-minute shopping to do, but we’re going to have dinner first. Your shift is almost done, right?”

My mouth opens like a fish, but no words come out. I look over at Nick, who has now gone still at the sight of our guests. Mom doesn’t notice him at first as she automatically starts looking through a stack of panties at a display in front of her. My brother looks around, but I can tell he’s ready to go when he checks his watch.

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