![]() ![]() “Why don’t you put on your creepy show or something?” “I’ll do all the work,” I whisper, but when my hand slides down to his crotch, there are no signs of life down there. I’ve been working fourteen hours straight.” “Baby, seriously, I don’t have any energy. He kisses me back but it’s a fleeting caress. My mouth travels along the angular line of his jaw, rough stubble abrading my lips. ![]() “Demi,” he mumbles as I start kissing his neck. Then I settle beside him, clad in the black silk nightie I wore for the party. Taking pity on him, I turn off the main light and flick on the lamp on the bed table, which emits a pale glow. Now he’s bare chested, wearing boxers and socks, with his arm over his face again to protect his eyes from the light. He sits up to help me with his hoodie, then collapses back down. Pull his sneakers off, slide his belt from its loops, peel his pants down his legs. Smiling, I start at the bottom of his body and work my way up. He gets a good workout hauling boxes and furniture at the moving company where he works. ![]() But though he doesn’t play sports these days, he’s still in great shape. Playing ball was something fun to do with his high school buddies his real passion is cars. Although he played point guard in high school, he didn’t land any college basketball scholarships, and he was never good enough to go to the NBA. Nico has the long, lean build of a basketball player. His forearm shields his eyes from my view, which gives me the opportunity to admire his body without getting teased for it. ![]()
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