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CHAPTER 50

GREASY PIZZA DICK

KAYDEN

“You are officially the biggest jerk in the Wasatch Area Region.” The elevator doors open, and I stand there, admiring the way Emory's jeans frame her ass like the work of art it is. Even as she storms into our penthouse.

"The Wasatch Front," I correct her, trailing slowly so I can still enjoy the view. "You might want to learn the terminology since you'll be living here with me for the rest of my career."

She turns and catches the way I'm looking at her. Hands on her hips, her stare cuts into me. “You really think I’m going to let you touch me tonight after that?”

My chest tightens with nerves, but I know this has to be an act. “You expect me to believe you're mad because I fed you a piece of pizza?”

“Hand-fed me like I’m a child.” She puffs her chest and leans forward just enough to teach me I never want to come across an angry Emory in a dark alley. “In front of everyone in the restaurant.”

“Not a child. Like my fiancée. I didn’t want your hands to get greasy because I knew what they would touch later. I don’t want greasy pizza dick.”

I expect her to smile, but she just crosses her arms. “That’s why they give us napkins. And soap in the bathrooms. Guess what’s not getting touched tonight now?”

Her eyes flash to the zipper of my jeans for a split second before coming right back to my face. And there it is. Finally. That little twitch of her nostril that tells me this isn't real. I let out a breath.

“There are plenty of other things we can do tonight. Plenty of ways I can touch you.” I close the space between us. She puts her hand on the center of my chest but doesn't try to push me away. “You loved it when I fed you,” I tell her, and the blush coloring her cheeks tells me I’m right. “Why are you pretending to be mad now?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “I've always heard make up sex can be hot. I wanted to try it.”

“We’re never going to have make up sex, Nyx, because that would require an argument to make up for. We’re never going to argue.”

I love how her nostrils flare as she snorts. “That’s hardly realistic. Every couple argues now and then.”

“Not us. I’ll always give you what you want.”

“That’s not fair to you. What about what you want?”

I press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Giving you everything you want is what I want.” I move my lips down to her chin and her neck.

“Even if I want to give you greasy pizza dick?”

“Only if you promise to lick it clean.” I kiss just above the collar of her Yeti t-shirt, and curse myself for not choosing low-cut v-neck coaching shirts. Next season.

“I can already hear your breaths, Nyx, and I’ve barely even started with all the things I’m going to do to you tonight.” She lets a tiny moan slip free as I bite the delicate skin at the crook of her neck. “You’ll never need hot make up sex because all sex with me is hot.”

I glide my hands over the curve of her waist, sliding around and cupping her ass before lifting her into my arms. She throws her hands around my neck, as if she needs to hold on. I'd never drop her.

"I'm going to give you something much better." I carry her down the hall toward our bedroom. "Engaged-for-real-this-time sex. Celebration sex because the woman I love is going to be in my bed every night for the rest of my life."

She wraps her thighs around my waist, grinding herself against me, and it makes me so weak I have to lean against the wall.

"Fuck, Nyx. Have I ever told you how much I love your thighs?"

"Maybe once or twice."

"And your ass. And those cute extra curves of your stomach."

I pause so she'll look at me. "I love everything you are, Nyx. Your attitude, your smart-ass comments, your willingness to demolish an entire city to defend me. The way you make me feel every time I touch you or look at you or even think about you. I'm so glad you said yes tonight, because this would have turned into some unhealthy stalker-type stuff if you turned me down."

"Hot stalker sex could be as good as hot make up sex. But let's do that later. I'm looking forward to a night full of I-finally-got-to-show-everyone-how-much-I-love-the-man-I've-been-pretending-to-love-even-though-I-secretly-loved-him-all-along sex. Now that I say that out loud, I realize that's an awkward name for it. I need to put more thought into it."

"If I do my job right, you won't have space for a single thought in that gorgeous head for the rest of the night." I take off toward the bedroom at a doubled pace.

Her lips find my neck, and she trails hot kisses along my exposed skin, sending a million pinpricks down my spine as I lay her on the bed.

I slide my hands from her ass up to her waist, lifting the hem of her shirt. Dragging my fingertips across her soft skin until I expose the lacy pink bra she's wearing.

"Is this for me?"

Her eyes don't leave mine as she nods.

"Good girl."

She inhales sharply, and her chest moves up like she's offering her breasts to me.

I'd be a fool to refuse.

"This bra is going to look so good on the floor."

I kiss the skin above her bra's pretty pink bow while tracing my fingers along the band until I find the clasp behind her. I unfasten the hooks and slip the straps off her shoulders, pulling it free.

"Oh my god, Nyx." I hold my mouth just above her nipple, letting the warmth build her anticipation before I finally lower my lips over it. I alternate between licking and sucking. Then I swirl my tongue and pull her into my mouth, and a whimper escapes her lips.

"I love how responsive you are for me," I murmur.

I suck her nipple one last time before I trail my fingers down her stomach and unbutton her jeans, revealing matching pink lace panties. "You really did dress up for me tonight. Did you know we'd be celebrating?"

"I knew we'd win, and then…" Her answer disappears along with her breath as I slowly pull the jeans down her legs, kissing each new inch of skin revealed on her inner thighs. "I think it's…" She bites her lower lip as I find a sensitive spot on her thigh. "Fuck." Her head lolls to the side before she catches herself. "Remember our first time?" she asks between gasps.

"Mmm." She shivers as my sound vibrates against her thigh. "I'll never forget it."

"Remember what you told me? I think you've earned that tonight…Daddy."

The breath catches in my throat, and I go still. "That was a joke."

She walks herself up on her elbows until she can look me in the eye. "Tell me you don't want to try it. Just this one time." Her eyes flare and light a flame inside me. There are so many reasons I shouldn't want to try this.

She reaches down and teases a finger along my jawline. "Tell me what to do, Daddy."

My ears are ringing as I plant one last kiss on her inner thigh and take the jeans completely off her. For several seconds, I just stare, savoring the woman I'm going to worship every chance I get .

"Are you sure?" Her quick nod sends my heart racing. "Then don't take your eyes off me, Nyx."

I press my lips to the lace covering her swollen clit before she can respond. Her heat pours through the thin fabric. "Did you hear me?"

She nods. Her mouth is open, but she's unable to say anything as I run my tongue along the rough lace.

I breathe her in, letting her scent fill me. "Such a good girl." I murmur as I stand and take a step back.

"I want you to slide a hand under these pretty panties. Then I want you to rub a slow circle around your clit."

I watch as her hand skates down her stomach, disappearing behind the pink lace. Through the fabric, I see her finger draw a slow circle. The muscles of her stomach quiver almost imperceptibly at the touch.

"Eyes on me, Nyx."

Her eyes, which had started to roll back under heavy lids, snap to mine. "Like this, Daddy?"

My cock is going to break in half if I don't get my own jeans off. I've never unfastened a pair of pants as quickly as I do now. "Just like that, baby." I wrap one hand around myself, a wave of pleasure sweeping into my body, while I pop the top on a bottle of lube with the other.

"Hold out your hand." I squeeze the lube onto her fingers, and then trace my finger over the tip of the bottle to catch the last drips for myself. "I want you to slide two fingers inside yourself."

She moans softly as her fingers slide in.

"In and out. Pretend those fingers are my dick. Show me what you want me to do."

Her hand moves under the panties. In and out, again and again. And I can tell she's enjoying it, but it's not enough.

"Curve those fingers, baby. Find that spot. And don't stop circling your clit either."

"Is this good?"

Jesus Christ. I slide my slick fingers along the length of my dick. Slowly working my hand back and forth in time with her movements. "It's perfect. You're perfect."

Without me telling her, her hands move a little faster. Her head rolls back, and her eyelids get heavy again. "Eyes on me, baby."

My own hand matches her tempo as her breaths grow shallower. The muscles along her core tense, and I know she's close.

"Are you going to come for me?"

"Mm-hmm," she nods.

My heart pounds in my ears as I watch her move closer and closer. As her entire body tightens and her mouth falls open into the prettiest O.

"Good girl. Let me see you come, baby."

Almost as if she was waiting for the cue, every muscle in her body goes tight and she bucks against her fingers over and over. Her eyes roll back completely now under closed eyelids.

I have to squeeze my hand tight around the base of my dick to keep myself from going over the edge. Just from watching her.

I lie beside her on the bed, waiting until her breaths become steady. "Watching you come undone was amazing."

She smiles a hazy smile and looks down at the erection I could use for pole vaulting. "Your turn. Looks like someone wants a treat."

I shake my head. "My girl will always come first. I'll get my turn when you're ready."

"I am ready," she whispers as she runs a fingernail across the sensitive tip of my dick.

I hiss in a breath and jerk away from her touch. I'm so close that even the lightest touch from her is too much. "Baby, if you're not careful, I'm going to accidentally paint the wall above the headboard. I'd much rather feel your pussy tight around me when I come. If that's what you want too."

She draws her lower lip between her teeth and nods, and I move like I don't have time to waste.

The mattress rocks as I rise to my knees and slide between her legs. Seeing her pussy under me like this sends a fresh surge of warmth through my body. And my balls, which have been aching since we got home, are screaming for relief now.

Emory cries out the instant I press my thumb to her clit, overly sensitive from the orgasm that just racked her body. As I trace circle after circle, she struggles to keep her eyes focused.

"It's okay," I whisper as I let my weight settle on top of her. Her skin is sticky with sweat. "Let go and let me do this for you."

I keep working her as I smear lube along my length. She gasps when I spread her folds and slide inside her.

Oh my god. Her pelvic muscles are still tight from her orgasm, and the feeling is like someone shooting electricity straight into my dick.

I move in and out of her, rocking my hips until her face tells me I found just the right angle. But when she starts whimpering with every thrust, I stop, bearing down on myself so I don't let loose right now.

"I want more than whimpering, Nyx. I want to hear you lose control. I want the whole building to know what we're doing and who's doing it to you."

I push myself inside her again. The pressure builds instantly at the base of my dick, and I pump faster in response. Emory matches my movements. Her noises are louder and taking on a raw edge now.

"Tell me you're close, baby," I groan through gritted teeth. "I can't hold on much longer." But before I can get the last word out, I feel her tighten. And then her cry transforms into a gravelly scream.

I try to hold on. But when I hear her call my name, I lose all control. Every muscle in my body goes tight, and I can hear my slick pumps moving in and out of her.

I keep pushing. Going until we're both exhausted, and I have no choice but to collapse beside her. I plant a single kiss to her temple before I roll over onto my back and struggle to catch my breath.

My fingers slip between hers. This is what I want. Not the exhaustion. Not the sex. Her. Beside me for the rest of my life.