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“I don’t want you feeling pressured.”
“I’m not.”
“You’re quiet.”
“Not for the reason you might think. I’m just nervous. I haven’t been with anyone for almost a year.”
I frown. “But …”
“Jason refused to have sex with me once I fell pregnant. I think it was his way of punishing me.”
My jaw clenches. “What a fucking cunt.”
“He started cheating on me around that time, so I’m actually grateful. I could’ve caught an STD that might’ve harmed Jonah.”
“I got tested after I found Amanda with the pool boy,” I admit. “I haven’t had unprotected sex since, so you don’t need to worry.”
“Well, this is a very mood-destroying conversation.”
I bark out a laugh. “I agree.” I grasp her hips, drag her sexy body closer, and lightly dust my lips across hers. “Less talking, more undressing.”
Daisy doesn’t hesitate as she reaches up and slides her hands underneath my tuxedo jacket, pushing it off my shoulders.
I reach for the zipper at the rear of her dress, locking my eyes with hers as I slowly drag it down. The second it hits the floor, I step back, taking her all in.
Her stripper tits are practically falling out of the red satin strapless bra she’s wearing, making me salivate. The tiny red lace panties, sitting low on her narrow hips, have me letting out a low whistle, as I’m completely unable to hide my appreciation. This woman is perfection.
My staring has her covering her stomach. “I have stretch marks,” she whispers.
I gently take her hands and lower them to her sides. “Don’t hide from me, darlin’.” I brush my thumb across her knuckles. “Those marks are proof of everything your body went through to bring Jonah into this world. To me, they’re beautiful because they’re a part of you … a part of your story.” When tears rise to her eyes, I cup her jaw and press my mouth to hers. “You’re perfect. Every single piece of you. I’ve never met a woman more beautiful.”
“Nolan,” she breathes as she pushes up on her toes and deepens the kiss. Within seconds, things become heated, and the desperation that’s been building between us for weeks is impossible to ignore.
I take a step forward, followed by another, and don’t stop until her back has hit the wall. My rock-hard cock throbs, straining behind the zipper of my trousers. I’m aching to sink inside her, but this will be our first time, so I’m not going to rush it.
I draw back and tug down the cup of her bra, palming her spectacular rack in my hand.
“Nolan,” she cries out, and I immediately assume I’ve done something right. Turns out, I couldn’t have been more wrong. It’s not until a spray of breast milk hits me square in the fucking eye that I realise her cry was more of a warning.
“Ah, fuck,” I grumble, wiping my face with the sleeve of my shirt. Daisy clamps a hand over her mouth, but her laughter escapes anyway. “It’s not funny.”
Her hand falls away, but the smile and shake of her shoulders tell me she’s fighting a losing battle. I step back into her, giving her a playful swat on the arse, and she gasps. “You hit me!”
“I spanked you, darlin’. There’s a difference.”
Her eyes narrow. “Do it again, and we’re going to have a problem, Nolan Sinclair.” And now I’m the one grinning. This feisty side of her is red fucking hot.
Bending slightly, I scoop her into my arms. I’m done playing games. I stalk down the hallway and into my room, kicking the door closed behind me with the heel of my shoe.
I move towards the bed, and when I’m standing at the foot of it, I drop Daisy onto the mattress. She lets out a small squeak the second she lands with a bounce.
I lean over, grab hold of her ankles and drag her to the edge before falling to my knees.
My gaze rakes over her body as I try to decide where to start. “You have no idea the kind of filth that’s playing out in my mind right now.”
“What kind of filth?”
“All the dirty things I want to do to you …”
