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with unbearable friction. He cupped her round ass cheeks and pushed into her thrusts. She made a high-pitched noise of pleasure and let go of his nipple.
    The bench squeaked as they fucked. She scored the skin of his shoulders with her nails as she rode his cock toward orgasm. Spreading her cheeks, he thrust until the head of his cock slid farther inside. The depth of his penetration sent her spiraling into climax. The tighter the muscles in her channel gripped him, the more his seed burned for release.
    He’d never been so utterly aware of his climax. The vein in his shaft pulsed as semen exploded from the tip of his cock into her pussy. He held her tight, straining to give her every last drop of his essence. She quivered, and the spread hood of her clit pressed against his pelvic bone until he felt her shudder and cry out with a second orgasm.
    He wrapped his arms around her body. They were both damp with sweat in the cool air of the bar. She rested her face in the hollow of his throat and sighed. It felt good just to hold her there, to hear her soft breath and know that for the moment she belonged to him.
    She yawned. He picked up the sheet still draped over a corner of the piano bench and pulled it around her shoulders.
    “I don’t want to sleep alone, Nicolai.”
    “Then you won’t.”
    He slid his cock free of her pussy. Standing up, he used one hand to hike his jeans back up over his hips. Her legs wrapped automatically around his waist, and he locked his arms beneath her delectable ass before carrying her back upstairs to his bed.
    It hit him when he was halfway up that he still didn’t know her name. Looking down into her sleepy eyes, he asked the question that probably should’ve been first on his mind. “What’s your name, wild girl?”
    “Desiree Aasen.”
    His heart did a double thud inside his chest. Of all the wild girls in the world, how had he ended up with Erik’s sister in his bed? Karma wasn’t just playing dirty. She was fucking with his heart.

Chapter Seven
    Desiree was alone in the bed when the sun brushed across her cheek, warming her enough to demand she get up. She sat up and pushed back the sheet. She was naked and blissfully relaxed. A slight tenderness between her legs was worth it for a night spent in Nicolai’s bed. Anything was worth a night in his bed, even the hell she was going to catch when she finally headed back to home and reality.
    Stretching her sore muscles, she got out of bed and touched her hair. It was hopelessly tangled. After the impromptu shower and a night of great sex, she was definitely sporting the freshly fucked look. The thought made her smile.
    There was nothing to wear but her sassy white dress. It was still on the sofa where Nicolai had put it the night before. Feeling more than a little brazen, she made the bed and tucked her panties beneath a pillow. She dressed and scooped the remainder of her condom collection back into her evening bag. Hopping a few steps, she pulled her heels back on and headed downstairs to the bar.
    The kitchen was empty, but she heard the clink of glasses out in the bar. Taking a deep breath, she remembered Nicolai’s words from the night before. She wanted to be there. So there she was. No apology necessary.
    “Good morning, sunshine!” Flynn popped up from behind the counter like a jack-in-the-box. “I don’t think we’ve ever actually been introduced. I’m Flynn Shaunnessy.”
    “Pleasure to meet you, Flynn. I’m Desiree.” He was tall and lean with unruly black hair and the prettiest brown eyes she’d ever seen on a man. His smile was infectious. If he used his charm on the bar patrons, the man probably made a good living from tips alone.
    “It’s damn nice to finally get a good look at you.” He was filling a coffeepot with water from the sink. “I’ve never seen Nicky so tongue-tied over a woman. It’s refreshing.”
    “I guess that’s a good thing.”
    He removed a full pot of steaming coffee from the