Page 30 of Naughty or Nice?
My smile spreads on its own. “Mmm… very well. Especially after St. Nick made me repent for my naughtiness.”
“He does tend to do that, doesn’t he?”
“He’s had many years of experience. Something that’s incredibly sexy.”
“Hard to resist when you’re so damn sexy yourself. I can’t keep my hands off you.”
I peer at him with only one thought in my head—why does the perfect man have to be my ex’s father?
Nicholas Whittler may be twenty years older than me, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s abonus. He’s experienced, mature, and knows what he wants. He’s sincere and understanding and far past the age of playing games.
This man stares at me like I’m the most special Christmas gift he’s ever received. Like he truly can’t believe his luck.
He’s sexy and knows just how to work my body. If the first two times we slept together hadn’t proven it, last night sure as hell did.
St. Nick is the attentive, dominant man in the bedroom I’ve always wished for.
All positives. All things I’ve wanted in a partner.
But then my mind wanders to the fact that he’s Nate’s father, and it’s like everything goes up in smoke. I can’t possibly reason my way out of the fact that I’m fucking his father and most people would say it’s foul.
Most people would say I’ve betrayed him, even if he dumped me.
“Kendall?” Nicholas says, giving me a light shake.
I blink to the realization I’ve drifted off. My thoughts have taken over while Nicholas has continued talking to me.
“Sorry. I was in my head.”
“I’m sure I can guess about what. How about we make some breakfast and we can mull over things?”
“Mull over things as in…?”
“Talk it over. Discuss how we can—or can’t—move forward? I want to hear what you’re thinking.”
He pulls me out of bed along with him. I’m speechless as I let the covers fall away and I wind up following him into the bathroom. He starts a shower with a playful cock of his left brow, making heat warm my skin.
I’m not sure how he manages to set me at ease while also turning me on. He’s aware I have my reservations about a future, but he’s not letting it dampen the mood. If anything, he understands and wants to talk about it.
Nate would never be so transparent and openminded.
Even when I suspected he was thinking about marriage, we couldn’t really have a discussion about it. He remained vague and usually changed the subject.
I step into the shower with Nicholas wondering if I can truly give up this opportunity. Don’t I owe it to myself to explore what we’ve found together? How can I walk away when it feels like I’ve possibly found the man I was supposed to be with all along?
The shower is steamy in more ways than one.
We emerge squeaky clean after taking our time. We’ve hardly been able to keep our hands to ourselves. Nicholas smacks my ass as I reach for a towel. I laugh and then wait for my chance to return the favor when he happens to move into the bedroom to put on some boxers.
Nicholas yanks me toward him and plants a deep kiss on my mouth before he whispers in my ear how he’ll get his payback later.
But first, breakfast.
We work together like we did last night for dinner. I’m on the eggs and toast while he handles the sizzling bacon and brewing the coffee.
His phone pings with a few text messages and missed call notifications.
“Someone’s popular,” I say. “Meanwhile my phone is dead silent. I got a Merry Christmas text from my mom an hour ago and that’s about it.”