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“I didn’t come here to fuck, if that’s what you mean.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “I wanted to see you, and I can see you at Nøkkenandhelp you pick a bed.”

Kjartan gasped when I briefly palmed his ass. “I wouldn’t say no to breaking in the new bed later, though.”

This enormous man’s cheeks turning this dusky shade of brown was a beautiful sight.

Oh, babe.

“Let’s go?”

“Yeah, okay. Just let me grab my wallet.” I followed Kjartan back down the stairs, my eyes glued to his ass. It had felt abso-fucking-lutely great, so firm and round.

I hope he lets me grope him some more.

We got in his truck and pulled up in front of the massive Nøkken branch halfway between Kincardie and Port Cillean about fifteen minutes later.

“Are you sure this shop has what I need? It looks big and…overwhelming.”

“Yep. One hundred percent sure. Just stick close to me and you’ll be fine.”

The big guy stood so close to me on the escalator that I couldn’t help but fling my arm around his shoulders.

Need to make use of that one time when I’m taller than him.

“I suggest we look at all the furniture they have first, and then pick up what you like from the warehouse.”

“Okay,” he muttered, his gaze leaving my eyes and landing on my lips. I gave him a flirty smirk, but before either of us could move in, we’d arrived on the top floor.

“Come on, big guy.” I took him to the restaurant that served a variety of Norwegian specialties. “What would you like to drink?” I asked him, turning back from the counter. He pointed at a bottle of pop.

“Hi, can we get one of the elderflower sodas and the blackcurrant for me?” The nice young woman at the checkout put both bottles on the counter. I swiped my card and handed Kjartan his drink.

“Thank you, Vindur, for taking me here. I didn’t know this place existed.”

“You’re welcome. This is actually doingmea favour. I love Nøkken, perhaps a little too much.“ Inching my head back towards the show floor, I fell into step next to my Orc. If people found us an odd pairing, they didn’t let it on. Perhaps thanks to the nice weather, it was fairly empty, anyway. Only a few pregnant people hurried past couches and beds to find the chests of drawers and nursery stuff.

“Let’s check this out,” I told him, stopping at one of the fake rooms they’d set up.

Chapter 8

Kjartan

Bee took hold of my hand and pulled me into a perfectly decorated room just to the side of the main path. The area had been divided into a living room, a sleeping nook, and even a fake kitchen.

“How do you like this, big guy?” Beryl asked as he led me deeper into the space.

What I like most about this is you being here with me.

“It’s nice.”

“Okay, not the one for you, then.” He laughed so freely that I found myself staring in awe.

When was the last time you heard someone laugh like that?

“Plenty more to see.”

He didn’t let go of me when we walked on but kept his hand in mine, interlacing our fingers. It felt a bit weird at first but maybe weird was good. His warmth spreading through me felt like a ray of the purest sunlight hitting a snow-capped mountain after a long, dreary winter. And I found his black nail polish very hot. How good would it look to have his hand wrapped around my cock?

“Oh, this is one of their big guy setups, I think.” Bee dragged me onwards into another flat.