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the toilet. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“The bald spot you were so worried about…”
“What?” He shot up and looked in the mirror. “Where is it?” He searched his head, bending his neck, tucking his chin, looking everywhere for damage.
“Kidding,” she said, laughing at him in the mirror.
Glaring at her, he ran his hand all over his hair. Satisfied there weren’t any bald spots, he sat down again. “Ha-ha, real funny.”
She made a cutting sound with the scissors. “You’re so gullible.”
“I told you I have a thing about my hair.”
“Issues.”
“You’re such a smartass.”
Tell her something she didn’t already know. “So am I doing a good job?” She already knew the answer.
“I’m still here, right?”
She stepped back and hooked a hand on her hip. “Your tone didn’t sound very appreciative.”
“It looks good. Okay?” he grumbled.
“Really? Thank you so much.”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re a royal pain in the ass?”
“Me? Never!”
Nico slapped her butt. “Are we done?”
“And he says I’m a pain in the ass.”
“You are.”
Propped between his legs, his warm breath on her chest, she didn’t feel like rushing. She let him have the last word, refocused her attention on the task. Her fingers stroked his baby-soft hair more intimately than his stylist’s probably ever did. Kayla measured her work, snipping stray pieces and ensuring everything came out even. Mr. Meticulous wouldn’t accept anything less. Neither would she.
She leaned in for a closer inspection, used her hand to shake off loose clippings. Kayla caught their reflection in the mirror. She could see the widest part of his back, how his lats bunched with strength. Taut muscles shaped him into a beautiful V.
Just looking at him filled her with an aching need. Her nipples tightened. What if she sat on his lap and did him right here in the bathroom? God, she couldn’t think of a better scenario, except maybe doing it on his bed. She had no qualms straddling him, taking what she’d been wanting all these years. Making love with Nico had been a recurring dream. Time to make it a reality.
Chapter 8
Getting a haircut had never given Nico a hard-on. He needed to fire his hairstylist and hire Kayla on permanently. She had skills, but it wasn’t the only reason he wanted her for the job.
Her sexy breasts were in his face. He only had to open his mouth, poke out his tongue. She had bangin’ proportions, with a waist-to-hip ratio coveted by most women, cherished by all men. Skinny jeans accentuated lean legs, and her bare feet were pretty, toes nicely aligned and painted in bright pink.
Her arms were lifted above his head. The dangling gold pendant around her neck glistened. Every so often, it gave off a flash of light that shined in his eyes. Nico liked what he saw, what he felt. Whenever her fingers stroked his hair, his skin prickled all over. He wet his lips, closed his eyes and relished the mesmerizing sensations. Pent-up with fierce desire, he’d give anything to savor her tempting body.
“Perfect,” Kayla said. She set her tools on the vanity. “I think you’ll be happy.” She deftly lifted the towel from his shoulders.
The feeling he had right now left happy in the dust. He set it aside and came to his feet. “No bald spots?”
“See for yourself.”
He looked in the mirror. “Nice,” he said, patting his spikes. “Now I just need to wash it.” He started to feel human again. His usual good grooming had taken a backseat to the accident, not to mention a lack of interest. He only wore cologne today because his mom had sprayed it on him. Good thing she had.
“I’ll wash it for you.”
Music to his ears. Two hands were better than one, especially hers. “The shampoo is over there,” he said, pointing at the tub.
Kayla folded up the towel and propped it on the counter. She slid the shower curtain to the side and turned on the water. “Let’s
“The bald spot you were so worried about…”
“What?” He shot up and looked in the mirror. “Where is it?” He searched his head, bending his neck, tucking his chin, looking everywhere for damage.
“Kidding,” she said, laughing at him in the mirror.
Glaring at her, he ran his hand all over his hair. Satisfied there weren’t any bald spots, he sat down again. “Ha-ha, real funny.”
She made a cutting sound with the scissors. “You’re so gullible.”
“I told you I have a thing about my hair.”
“Issues.”
“You’re such a smartass.”
Tell her something she didn’t already know. “So am I doing a good job?” She already knew the answer.
“I’m still here, right?”
She stepped back and hooked a hand on her hip. “Your tone didn’t sound very appreciative.”
“It looks good. Okay?” he grumbled.
“Really? Thank you so much.”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re a royal pain in the ass?”
“Me? Never!”
Nico slapped her butt. “Are we done?”
“And he says I’m a pain in the ass.”
“You are.”
Propped between his legs, his warm breath on her chest, she didn’t feel like rushing. She let him have the last word, refocused her attention on the task. Her fingers stroked his baby-soft hair more intimately than his stylist’s probably ever did. Kayla measured her work, snipping stray pieces and ensuring everything came out even. Mr. Meticulous wouldn’t accept anything less. Neither would she.
She leaned in for a closer inspection, used her hand to shake off loose clippings. Kayla caught their reflection in the mirror. She could see the widest part of his back, how his lats bunched with strength. Taut muscles shaped him into a beautiful V.
Just looking at him filled her with an aching need. Her nipples tightened. What if she sat on his lap and did him right here in the bathroom? God, she couldn’t think of a better scenario, except maybe doing it on his bed. She had no qualms straddling him, taking what she’d been wanting all these years. Making love with Nico had been a recurring dream. Time to make it a reality.
Chapter 8
Getting a haircut had never given Nico a hard-on. He needed to fire his hairstylist and hire Kayla on permanently. She had skills, but it wasn’t the only reason he wanted her for the job.
Her sexy breasts were in his face. He only had to open his mouth, poke out his tongue. She had bangin’ proportions, with a waist-to-hip ratio coveted by most women, cherished by all men. Skinny jeans accentuated lean legs, and her bare feet were pretty, toes nicely aligned and painted in bright pink.
Her arms were lifted above his head. The dangling gold pendant around her neck glistened. Every so often, it gave off a flash of light that shined in his eyes. Nico liked what he saw, what he felt. Whenever her fingers stroked his hair, his skin prickled all over. He wet his lips, closed his eyes and relished the mesmerizing sensations. Pent-up with fierce desire, he’d give anything to savor her tempting body.
“Perfect,” Kayla said. She set her tools on the vanity. “I think you’ll be happy.” She deftly lifted the towel from his shoulders.
The feeling he had right now left happy in the dust. He set it aside and came to his feet. “No bald spots?”
“See for yourself.”
He looked in the mirror. “Nice,” he said, patting his spikes. “Now I just need to wash it.” He started to feel human again. His usual good grooming had taken a backseat to the accident, not to mention a lack of interest. He only wore cologne today because his mom had sprayed it on him. Good thing she had.
“I’ll wash it for you.”
Music to his ears. Two hands were better than one, especially hers. “The shampoo is over there,” he said, pointing at the tub.
Kayla folded up the towel and propped it on the counter. She slid the shower curtain to the side and turned on the water. “Let’s
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