A drunk Violet is quite the handful for Nikko, “you’re killing me, you know that?” he groaned, reaching into the other one. She kissed his jaw, working her way back down his neck, and her hand slipped up his shirt, her soft fingers contrasting with the blunt tips of her nails as she traced over the muscular ridges of his stomach." Nikko he's not a patient man I don't think that boy likes to wait for anything, “fair? You call making me so hard my ***k’s about to snap fair? How in the hell am I going to hide this hard-on all night?” I enjoyed this book I loved that Nikko could be hot headed, but sweet on Violet.
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