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“He’s cheating on you?” Nicky whispers at my back.
“Shit,” I hiss while slowly turning to face him. “Can we please pretend I didn’t say that? Seriously, it’s not a big—”
Nicky cages me in, his arms bracing against the shelves on either side of my head. “Are you really about to say it’s not a big deal?” He stares down at me, his lips inches from mine. His breath fans against my face, and I inhale his scent, my head becoming dizzy in the process.
“Men cheat, Nick.” I exhale, trying to calm my rapidly racing pulse. “My dad does it to my mom. Mav did it to Jonsie.” Something darkens in Nicky’s eyes, but I press on. “Men aren’t capable of fidelity.”
“That’s a load of shit,” he bites out. “Rico’s dad doesn’t cheat on his mom. My father’s fucking obsessed with Shannon. They entered the honeymoon phase and never left.”
“Unicorns. Exceptions to the rule. Let’s be real, Nicky. I’m not the type of girl that inspires a man to crave monogamy. I can be a lot.”
Nicky’s hand snatches my chin, forcing my gaze back to his.
“And if he’s not man enough to handle it—” He shifts, pressing his knee between my thighs, forcing them to widen. “—then he should go find less.” He pushes forward, his thigh forcing up the hem of my green suede mini skirt as it comes within centimeters of my core.
“Nicky.” I attempt to shimmy free, though all I seem to accomplish is to cause the sleeve of my cream-colored cowl neck sweater to slip from my shoulder.
He drives forward, pinning my body between his torso and the shelves behind me. The bulge of his obscenely large erection presses into my hip the same time his thigh connects with my undeniably soaked panties.
I gasp. “What are you doing?”
“Not the type of girl that inspires monogamy? Daph,” he rasps, “when you walk in a room, other women cease to exist. You’re the type of woman that brings men to their knees.” He lowers his forehead to mine. “You’re the type of woman wars are waged over.”
His hold on my face loosens before his fingertips trail their way down my neck and across my collarbone. I hold back a whimper as his hand travels lower, my body instinctively arching into him as he follows the curve of my breast before sliding down my stomach and coming to rest below my bellybutton. Gripping hold of my skirt, he fists the fabric, attempting to pull it upward.
“No.” I could live a hundred years and never know where I just found the strength to say that word. My pussy throbs as it practically screams at me in rebellion.
Nicky’s movements still, his eyes softening as he looks to me in question.
“I’m engaged.”
“He’s cheating on you. According to you, he’s balls deep in some Barbie wannabe as we speak.”
“True. But all I know is if I let you touch me right now, then I’m no better than him.”
Nicky clenches his teeth, the gesture making the sharp lines of his jaw that much more prominent. “Then I won’t touch you.” He releases my skirt, his hand coming to rest alongside his other against the shelf above my head. Though he’s done exactly what I’ve asked of him, I still can’t help the wave of disappointment that crashes over me. “Use me.”
“What?” My head snaps up.
“Use. Me.” He presses his thigh up into my heat, pulling the beginnings of a moan from my throat.
“I just told you I’m not going to cheat.” My voice staggers out practically pained.
“I’m not asking you to cheat. My tongue, my fingers, my cock… none of them are going anywhere near that pretty little pussy. I’m gonna stay perfectly still so you can take the edge off. All you gotta do is bear down, baby.”
This time it’s a whimper that slips past. Nipping my lower lip, I bite down as I fight to hold in the small noises threatening to break free.
“Jesus, Daph. I can feel the heat from your pussy through my pants. Come on, demon. Just shift those hips a little bit so you can get some relief. I promise I won’t move an inch. It’ll be no different than if you were using a toy.”
Stay strong, Daph. Stay strong.
“Why? So you can throw it in my face later how weak I am when it comes to you?”
“No.” The muscles in his forearms flex, and though I can’t see his hands, it’s evident he’s gripping the shelf above me with excessive force. “It’s because it’s been two hundred and forty-eight days since I’ve last watched you come, and if I have to go one more second without it, I swear on whatever God you pray to, I’m gonna fucking snap. So, either grind that pussy against my leg until you make a mess of my pants or call the fucking psych hospital and have me committed. Because I can’t go on like this.”
Any sliver of rational thought flies out the fucking window as I bear down atop his thigh. The groan that travels up the length of Nicky’s throat is downright savage, spurring me on while I roll my hips against him.
Fuck. Holy shit.
