Chapter 15B – Nicholas
NICHOLAS
Hours later
Jenna stared at me, her skin still slick with sweat, her shoulders marred with bites from my mouth.
“Something on your mind?” I asked.
“No.” The look on her face gave it away, so I rolled her on top of me.
“I’m listening.”
“It’s nothing, Mr.—”
“Nicholas.” I smiled. “Surely, you don’t think you should be calling me that right now…”
“Right.” She blushed. “When exactly did you talk to my dad about marrying me?”
I froze; I hadn’t expected that at all.
I still owe Brandon a broken jaw for letting that slip…
“When?” She pressed. “On the plane while I was sleeping? Or maybe he had the timeline confused?”
“He didn’t.” I brushed a few strands away from her forehead. “I did it when you were auditioning the final wife for me—Laura. I had a feeling she wouldn’t work out, and I hoped you would, so—”
“Knowing how traditional your father is, I figured I’d ask and fly down and back to get an answer. If it worked out, great. If it didn’t, I could always say I never actually proposed, and no one would ever know the difference.”
“I don’t recall telling you much about my dad.”
“Well, you did,” he said. “And contrary to what you think, I listen to everything you say.”
“Oh.” She exhaled slowly as I pressed my cock against her pussy for the umpteenth time tonight. “Well, for what it’s worth, my dad seems super impressed with you.”
“Most people usually are.”
“I’m not.”
“Okay, then.” I pressed a kiss against her neck and pushed her down onto me all at once. “Let’s fix that then, shall we?”