Page 117 of Bad Boy Next Door
Thirty-Four
Jade
Iset my shampoo bottle in the corner of the freshly washed shower stall in our new apartment. Nick entered the bathroom behind me and grabbed my hips while I was still bent over.
I wiggled my ass. He was hard. As usual. “Our shower sex days are over, babe. I don’t think we both fitanywherein this bathroom at the same time.”
“I don’t know.” He ran his hands up over my ribs. “Worth a try.”
He had to back up for me to straighten, both of us squished in the barely-a-foot space between the front of the toilet and the entrance to the small shower stall.
“Can you even sit on this toilet?” I asked, peering to the side.
My man was big. It had never been more obvious than now, in our tiny one-room apartment.
I slid out of his arms and into the space in front of the sink, the open door resting behind me. Nick twisted through the small space left and sat on the closed toilet. His feet stuck into the shower stall.
“See.” He grinned. “No problem. Plus, I can wash my feet at the same time. Bonus.”
“Are you going to be comfortable here?” Had my frugality pushed us into a place too small?
“It’s not forever.” He adjusted into a position where he could stand, then pressed me against the open door of the bathroom.
One arm above my head and the other cupping my face, he looked down into my eyes. “We can save while we’re here, and you can go to culinary school.”
I smiled.
“And guess what?” His erection pressed into my stomach.
“You have a surprise? For me?” I grabbed his ass with the hand not trapped against the door.
“I’ve got a job interview tonight.”
“Really?”
“Yup. One of the assistant managers quit. The owner asked me to come in to talk about it.”
“Oh, Nick.” My hand circled his hard ass, loving how it flexed at my touch. “You’ll get the job. You deserve it.”
He bent to kiss me, and I felt so proud, so in love.
His hand slid down to fondle my breast, pushing the jersey of my thin tank top to the side, and my nipple tightened under his touch. He teased and fondled and made we wet. Didn’t take much.
I broke our kiss. “Don’t distract me.” I wagged my finger. “We’re not finished moving in.”
“Then we fuck?” he growled through a grin.
“If you’re a good boy.” I patted his ass.
He abruptly turned me to face the door. How he’d spun me in such a small space was baffling, but his power had my insides throbbing.
Reaching between the door and my body, he forced his hand into my shorts and under my panties. One of his long, thick fingers pushed straight inside.
I sucked in a sharp breath. “Nick.” I squirmed against the intrusion. “I haven’t unpacked the kitchen.”
“Your frying pan’s out. What more do you need?” He added a second finger, as his thumb found my clit.
I sighed as his fingers quickly took me close to the edge. “Oh, god… Fuck the kitchen.”
