Page 22 of The Widow's Dom

She didn’t make it halfway through the movie, but he kept stroking her until he knew she was deeply asleep. He turned off the TV, lifted her, lay down, and set her on top of him.

“Shhh, it’s just me. Go back to sleep,” he murmured.

She sighed and then relaxed against him. Her head fit perfectly in the notch of her shoulder, and he spread her legs to lay on either side of his hips. Nick stuffed one of the pillows under his head, pulled the blanket from the back of the sofa, and spread it over her. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but at least he’d taken his boots off before sitting down. He had slept in much worse conditions many times before.

One of his hands cupped her ass, and the other was between her shoulder blades. He closed his eyes and slept.

She moved very little during the night, so he was able to get a good amount of sleep. He also was aware he hadn’t had a nightmare like he did most nights.

Janessa hummed, moved her hips, and then raised her head. She looked around the room, confused, and then up at him. Her eyes widened.

“Before you say anything or move, I wanted you exactly where you are, so I don’t want you saying you’re sorry or I had to be uncomfortable because that is farthest from the truth. I actually slept better than if I had been alone.”

He grinned when she relaxed against him.

“Good morning,” he said and chuckled.

She snorted. “Good morning.”

“I want a kiss and a cup of coffee, and then I need to go.”

“Can’t you stay for breakfast?” she asked.

“Not this morning. We’ll have plenty of meals together. I guarantee that.”

He pulled her up, grasped the back of her head, and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was pretty tame for what he wanted, but he knew not to go any further, or he’d be in her.

“Here you go,” he said, lifting her to her feet.

“God, Nick. You slept in your clothes.”

He grinned, pulled on his boots, and stood beside her. “I’ve slept in much worse conditions, Baby. I promise next time we sleep together, I’ll be naked. How’s that?”

She sniffed in disdain and walked away from him, remarking over her shoulder, “You’re getting ahead of yourself, big guy. There might not be another time.”

He almost rubbed his hands together. Oh, she wanted to challenge him. Fine by him. He was going to have fun. When he got to her, he twirled her around to face the cabinets and pressed her up against the counter. One of his hands went to her breast, and the other slid between her legs to press against her already wet cunt.

“Do you want to repeat that, Baby?” he said against her neck. He could feel the shiver of need course through her and her ass press against his hard, achy cock.

“Oh, um…”

He smiled. Her breathing deepened.

“Say I’ll be naked with you. Open my legs for you and fucking, maybe tonight. And every other time I want you, you’ll bend over and pull your pants down. How’s that? Say yes, Sir.”

“Mmmm, yes … Sir.”

“Good girl.” He pressed his lips against the side of her head and reluctantly from her body. “Let’s make coffee,” he said nonchalantly.

Nick started to fill the coffeemaker and tried not to grin at her disgruntled and desire-filled expression. She joined in after letting Luna out. They silently drank their coffee as they stared out the screen door. The sun was rising over one of the barns, and a haze made it look magical.

“It really is beautiful here,” he said.

She nodded. “It’s a good place to put roots down.”

He grinned. How did she know that was what he was trying to do, make a place for himself?

“I better get going.”

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