Claimed by Cupid (Nick and Holly #2)(7)

“You remembered!” I reach up and take his mouth in a kiss.

“That you think strawberries are too sour to be considered a dessert? Yes, baby girl,” he says, laughing as he kisses me back. “I remember everything you tell me. I’m always watching and listening to you.”

I kiss him one more time before turning my attention back out the taxi window, watching the snowfall as we make our way to his apartment. When we finally get there, Seth nods and smiles at us as we make our way around back, avoiding the crowd of the bar.

“Go get comfortable,” he tells me as we make our way upstairs. “I’m going to get the dessert, and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.” He takes my face in both of his hands and kisses me, forcing his tongue inside of my mouth, exploring and swallowing me whole. My knees go weak with the passion he’s putting behind it, but Nick is there, and he has me as I fall into him.

“My perfect girl,” he murmurs against my lips before kissing me again and threading his fingers through my hair. My arms wrap around his waist, and I run my hands under the back of his shirt to scrape my nails down his back.

He pushes his hips into me, letting me feel his hardness press against my belly. Sparks ignite deep in my core again as my entire body floods with warmth. At this point, I want him to skip the actual dessert and let him feast on me instead.

“And don’t take that toy out yet. That’s my job,” he says as he finally breaks the kiss. He softly kisses my cheeks, my nose, and my forehead before making sure I’m steady on my feet as he takes a step back. I grab his waistband and pull him flush against me again.

“I expect you to hurry,” I tell him. I push up on my tiptoes and bite down gently on his jawline, his beard scratching at my lips. “Because I also have a surprise for you.”

He falls forward a step as I let go and move to walk toward the bedroom. I take a few steps backward before turning around and dropping my coat on the floor, swaying my hips with each step. I pull each arm out of the dress and push it down my body, over my hips, and it falls to the floor. I turn around as I step out of it to find him watching me with fire in his eyes.

I kick the dress toward him, and he smiles. That smile promises a lot of things we both know I’m going to like even though we call it a punishment. I wink in his direction and turn back around, walking the rest of the way to the bedroom in my heels and lingerie.

“Like I said!” I call over my shoulder. “I expect you to hurry.”





Watching her walk toward my bedroom, her sexy curves swaying with every step, was enough to short-circuit my brain. I stood there for a moment after she shut the door, just staring at it like something else might happen.

I gather all of the chocolate-covered fruit I made from the fridge and put it on the nicest plate I have that isn’t paper. I carry that and another bottle of champagne I’ve had chilling all day back to the bedroom.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I walk in on when I finally make it back there. Holly is sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed head to toe in a schoolgirl uniform. She has white thigh-high socks, a black-and-grey plaid skirt that is well above any dress-code length. And she’s wearing one of my white button-up shirts over top with it unbuttoned down to just below her breasts, letting that gorgeous red-and-gold bra peek out.

I almost drop everything in my hands as she sits there, twirling the ends of her hair that she has braided over each shoulder. She has glasses on as well that make my cock grow even harder than I thought was possible.

This is the woman of my fucking dreams.

“Holly,” I breathe, setting the food and champagne on the chest of drawers.

“Mr. Saint,” she says, a sexy smile gracing those beautiful lips she has painted a deep red. “You asked to see me after class?”

I groan as she crosses her legs, those socks cutting into the soft flesh of her thick thighs. I take a few steps over to her before dropping to my knees and running my hands all the way up her legs.

“I did, Holly,” I finally answer her. “You’ve been acting out a lot in class.”

“I can’t help it, sir,” she pouts.

“And why is that?” I ask, looking up at her as I uncross her legs, spreading her wide for me. The scent of her pussy instantly floods my senses, making my mouth water. It’s all I can do to keep myself from burying myself between her thighs and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm just for my own pleasure.

“I don’t know if I should tell you,” she answers, her voice small and playful in her character she’s putting on. I smile up at her and take her thigh into my mouth, biting down hard enough that she yelps and tries to pull away.

“You will tell me, or it’ll be number eight.”

“I like you, Mr. Saint,” she admits on a breathy sigh.

Fuck if that doesn’t go straight to my dick. I unbutton my shirt and peel it away from my body, tossing it away from us on the floor.

“Fuck dessert,” I tell her as I crawl between her legs and push her further back on the bed. “I’m having you instead.”

I push her knees to her chest and take as much of her pussy into my mouth as I can over her panties. She cries out, and her hips move and hump against my face as I lick and suck and bite at her through the lace, pressing the flat of my tongue against the toy to make it move inside of her.