Claimed by Cupid (Nick and Holly #2)(10)

“So mouthy,” he says, humor filling his voice. “Say please.” He places sweet kisses on my back.

“Please!” I cry out, and then his fingers are squeezing my clit while his other hand twists hard on my nipple. That shock of pleasure and pain together sends me violently over the edge. I scream his name as I come and come, my walls squeezing and gripping his sensitive dick.

“Jesus, Holly,” he grinds out. I feel him twitching inside of me, too sensitive to have me coming this hard. I laugh and relax as I come down from the high, slumping back against his chest fully as he slips free of me.

His cum drips out of me and onto him as we collapse backward on the bed. He pushes my hair back out of my face and helps me turn around so that I can lie on him comfortably. His chest hair is soft as it tickles my cheek, and I can’t help but think this is my happiest of places. Right here in his arms, post-sex, while it snows outside and there’s chocolate and champagne a few feet away.

His fingers trace patterns on my back as I rest, trying to set my heart back into its correct rhythm. He plants small kisses on my head before combing through the knots in my hair with his fingers. My scalp tingles, and my eyes droop closed.

“Let’s get cleaned up before you fall asleep, sweet girl.” His soft voice breaks me out of my sleepy stupor.

“We also have dessert to eat,” I tell him, moving up to give him a kiss.

He sits up and carries me to the shower. The water is warm as we step into it, and he places me back on my feet. I don’t even fight him anymore when he starts to wet and wash my hair. He does this every time we shower together, and I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of it.

Once we’re both clean, we stand there in the warm water and hold each other as he traces designs on my back and plays with my hair. I slump against his chest, letting him hold me up until the water begins to run cold. He kisses me one last time, and everything about it is soft and romantic and gives me butterflies in my chest.

“I like you,” he confesses against my mouth.

“I like you, too,” I tell him, smiling as he kisses me again.

“I’m serious, Holly.” He takes my face in both of his hands, and I blink away the water to look at him. His eyes have gone serious as he looks down at me. “I like you. I’m tired of going slow with you.”

My eyes bounce between his, and my hands come up to hold his against my face.

“I don’t want whatever this is to be enough anymore. I want to take the next step. I want to make this official.” I fight the hysterically happy smile that’s threatening to break out across my face. “What do the kids say these days?” he asks, some laughter filtering into his voice. “Wanna go steady?”

I burst out into laughter and reach up on my tiptoes to kiss him hard on the mouth.

“You could’ve just asked me to be your girlfriend. I don’t think anyone has used the term ‘go steady’ since 1823.”

“That’s just cruel,” he says, smiling down at me. “What’s the answer, then, Holly? Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course I will be.” He grabs my thighs, careful to not grip the sore flesh on my butt, and lifts me up, letting me wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. We kiss as he turns off the water and step out of the shower. He helps me dry off before combing my hair and wrapping me in the fluffy robe he bought for me for when I sleep over. It’s white and warm and so fucking soft.

“Dessert?” he asks, his towel still hanging low on his hips. My eyes trail over his body, still hard under the little bit of softness he’s gotten with age. The tattoos are faded, and the hair across his chest is grey, but he’s never looked more handsome to me.

I ask myself every day how I got so lucky as to walk into his bar that night.

“Dessert,” I finally agree, meeting his eyes to see his have gone hot with interest.

“Keep looking at me like that and you’re going to be dessert again.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, boyfriend.”

I wink at him and slip through the doorway before he can grab me. Nothing is getting between me and the chocolate. Not even the promise of another orgasm.





She is stretched out on the bed, almost all of the pillows I own propped up behind her, and her gorgeous legs are poking out of her robe as I rub her feet. I can’t help but find all the little things about her endearing. The way she hates strawberries because they’re sour. The way she doesn’t like any overhead light on…even to shower. I caught her showering in the dark the other night because she didn’t want the overhead light on.

Everything about her is weird in the sexiest way.

“I don’t want to throw you into the deep end,” I tell her as she takes another bite of her chocolate-dipped apple. “But I would really like to introduce you to my kids now that you’re officially going to be a more permanent figure in my life.”

Her eyes widen a little in shock, but she covers it well. I remind myself she’s only twenty-five. Most twenty-five-year-olds aren’t thinking about having kids yet. She’s young, and she definitely didn’t expect us to happen.

“Do you think they’ll be weirded out by how close in age we are?” she asks, not really meeting my gaze. “I’ve thought about this a bit since I started getting more attached to you.” She gives me a little smile like she’s embarrassed to admit it. “It worries me that they’ll think I’m just some fling…a midlife crisis if you will.”