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NICOLAS

Now I understand addiction.

I’ve executed men for sampling our products, for letting themselves get hooked on something they couldn’t control. I never had sympathy for them. Never understood how they could be soweak.

But now? Now, I think I finally get it.

BecauseIam addicted.

I crave her. Her scent, her soft moans, the way she trembles under my touch. I want her in every possible way, and even that might not be enough.

These damn strawberries will be the death of me.

That’s all I can think of as I lick Aria’s pussy. How does she get it to smell and taste so good?

My nose runs over her clit as I slide my tongue inside her and suck again. I want more. I want everything.

MyStrawberry Bambinais still keeping up her act, pretending to be asleep, and it’s almosttoocute. The little muffled sounds are music to my ears and she’s trying not to squirm.

When I slide two fingers inside her, she jerks and tightens around me. She’s going to come.

My heart summersaults. I wonder how she’s going to keep up the sleeping act when she comes.

I add another finger inside her and start pumping, then slowly increase my pace. I suck on her swollen clit till her pussy starts to clench.

Then her orgasm overtakes her, and she squeals as her legs thrash beside my head. I fling the covers to the side so I can watch her perfect ecstasy. It’s a beautiful sight to behold.

When she finally catches her breath, her eyes lock onto mine.

“What…whatdo you think you’re doing, Nicolas?” Her voice is shaky, her face as red as a cherry.

I give her my most innocent look. “Oh. I was under the impression you were asleep.”

Her frown deepens. “I was-until I felt your fucking finger inside me.”

“I couldn’t help myself.”

She glares at me, but her dark, glistening eyes give her away. Shewantsmore.

“So, do you go around sucking sleeping women’s pussies?”

“If that woman is mywife, then yes.”

“That’s-” she hesitates, swallowing hard. “That’s assault.”

“You consented at the altar,” I counter, smirking. The argument isfarmore entertaining than it should be—especially with her pussy spread before me, making it even more comical. “Besides, I thought this was what you wanted. Isn’t that why you came to my office earlier?”

She rolls her eyes. “Wanted. As inpast tense.”

I grin, dragging my fingers over her clit in a teasing caress. She gasps.

“Nicolas!”

I tilt my head. “Your body is betraying you again,Bambina.” My touch lingers along her entrance deliberately. “I think you want to play.”

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