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As the afternoon continued, we moved our tiny party to the cozy den, but no farther. Curled up on the soft, brushed fabric, still wearing my pamper-day robe, a fluffy blanket over my knees, glass clutched in one hand, a palmful of peanuts in the other, I surrendered to the warm feeling spreading through my body. As I grew sleepier, though, Aimée remained unaffected, her grip on the conversation as bright as it had been before we even popped the cork. Meanwhile, my limbs had all become floppy and vaguely Jell-O-like.

“Mr. Baldwin?” I called, and two of him glided through the doorway. Glided? I giggled. Glode, right? Glidden? Well, something like one of those, but I blinked and he solidified into just one-and-a-half butlers. “Hey, uh, please could I have, like, some, uh, coffee?” I was too sleepy.

Aimée laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle. “Oops. I shoulda remembered human tolerance. It’s just been so long since I hung out with one. Damn, Baldwin, can we get some water for Leia, too? Maybe some food or something to help soak everything up? Nicky might make himself responsible for my final death if I get his mate totally wasted our first afternoon together.”

I giggled again. “Mate totally wasted. That’s so funny.”

Aimée petted my hair. “I’m glad you think so, sweetie. But we need to see if we can get you a little more alert.”

I laughed again and pointed at the door. “Two Nics!” I yelled. “Yay!” Two of him suddenly sounded like a fucking awesome idea. Two tongues, two sets of fingers, two amazing cocks… Mm, mm, mm. “Fangtastic, right?” I swayed against Aimée. “Get it? Fang.”

“Everything okay, Aimée?” The Nics strode toward us, and I pouted a little as two of him became one.

“Aww. Where did the other you go? I was looking forward to two of you… Hubba hubba!” I wiggled my eyebrows so he’d understand my meaning and reached out to stroke his hair but poked his eye as he leaned toward me.

He chuckled and took my hand then pressed a kiss to the back of it. “Hubba hubba, huh?” He laughed again, and the sound warmed me. “Let’s get some coffee into you,” he murmured before lifting me into his lap and cradling me against him. “Can I trust you to at least pour the coffee, Aimée?”

Amusement mingled with censure in his tone, and I giggled again as I nuzzled against his shirt.

“So soft. Why are you so soft?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he shifted and slid his hand into his pants pocket. “I’ve brought you a present. Although it isn’t really from me. I had a visit from Lettie, and she said for you to wear this.” He held up a charm bracelet that held chips of stone and crystal. “And don’t stop wearing the pendant.”

Then he gently took my hand and clasped the bracelet around my wrist.

I held my arm up, watching the light play across the colors. “Oh, it’s beautiful. Tell Lettie… Tell her…” I threw my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his as I ground against him a little bit.

He pulled back and laughed. “That’s what you want me to tell the witch?”

My face heated. “Oh, I meant to say thank you. The kiss part was for you.”

“And the part where you rubbed against me so beautifully?” He dropped his voice but Aimée made a retching noise then laughed.

“I’d say get a room, but this is technically a room, and you own it, Nicky, so I’m going to make myself scarce. The coffee pot’s on the table. I already filled one mug.”

Nic waved then reached forward before handing me the mug. “Let’s sober you up a little, mate. I want you to remember everything we do together.”

Then he sat, arm around me, stroking my hair while I sipped my coffee.

Eventually, I looked up at him. “Hey.” I swept the hair that had tumbled over his brow.

“Well, your aim’s a bit better at least,” he said, but he kissed the back of my hand again anyway. “Are you hungry at all? Need a painkiller?” Then he glanced toward the door. “Baldwin? Can I get some pretzels and sliced apple?”

When Baldwin brought the tray, Nic fed me some of the pretzels. “Carbs and fruit help to slow the absorption of alcohol. If you were serious when you were grinding on me, I want you right here with me when I accept your invitation… Because you know I’m never going to turn you down if I know you mean it, right?” His eyes glowed the familiar dim red, and my heart rate increased.

“I mean it.” My words came out breathy, but I wasn’t sleepy any more. I was almost wired, hyper aware of Nic’s muscular thighs and the arm wrapped around my waist, irritated by the clothes we were still wearing. “We need to be naked for this part, though.”

He laughed and raised an eyebrow as he glanced around the room. “Here?”

I shrugged. “It seems pretty comfortable.”

He lowered his lips to my neck and I arched away, allowing him better access. “It’s very comfortable,” he murmured as he placed his first kisses. His hands rested lightly on my hips and he urged me to turn, drawing my thigh across his lap so I straddled him.

As I moved, I brushed his cock where it pressed against his pants, and he groaned, his hips pushing him closer to me.

“You always feel so good, Leia.” He placed his palm over me, cupping my core. “How are you? Are you sore?” Worry creased his brow and flickered through his gaze.

I leaned forward and touched my lips to his. “Hmm? More in danger of forgetting what you feel like when you fill me, I think.”

He chuckled and it was dark and delicious and full of promise, and it rolled right through me, spreading heat through my limbs, and making my clit pulse.

He dropped his head forward to nuzzle at my neck and his fingers toyed with the low neckline of my robe. “I’ll never be able to resist you.”