With a groan, he spun her around, dropped his hand to her waist and ground his hips into her ass, as the hot, sultry sound of Peder’s “The Sour,” played over the speakers. She was wet as much from the knowledge he wanted her, as from the way he handled her body, like he knew exactly what he was doing, like he was totally and utterly in control. And yet only a few minutes ago, he had been lost in a battle frenzy, a predator subduing his prey.
She tilted her head to the side and looked over her shoulder at him. His face was dark with desire, and she felt his low rumble of pleasure in every inch of her body. She wiggled against him and his free hand snaked under her shirt, moving upward with obvious intent. Mia slammed one arm over her breasts. Yes, she wanted him, but not with everyone watching.
“Don’t deny me.” His words held a dangerous, primal undertone, one that sent a thrill of fear through her body.
“I have no intention of denying you, or myself.” But one of them needed to exercise some restraint, and it clearly wasn’t going to be him.
He gave a grunt of satisfaction, and swept his fingers over her shoulder, pushing her shirt aside. His mouth was warm against her skin as he kissed her shoulder, licking and tasting her, teasing her neck with the scrape of his teeth. Her blood turned to molten lava and streamed through her veins.
“Not here, Nico. I know most of these people.”
“Upstairs.” He slipped to her side, one arm around her waist, paused to say a few words to Frankie. She grabbed her bag and her boot, and he guided her through the pool hall to the back stairway leading to her office.
It was dark, but she didn’t turn on any lights, letting the faint glow from the pool hall, and the exit lights guide her up the stairs. When she reached the door to her office, she turned. “Should we tell—?”
His hands wrapped around her ribcage and he lifted her, shoving her back against the wall. Hot and hard, his body pressed against her, forcing her thighs apart to accommodate his hips. He was rough, demanding, and as wild as she had imagined he would be.
Before she could catch her breath, his hand fisted her hair, and his mouth was on hers, ravaging her with a kiss that turned her body liquid. Her bag and boot fell to the floor as his tongue plundered her mouth. Fierce and hard, he took everything she gave him, and demanded more.
“Bare yourself to me,” he demanded against her mouth as he pushed up her shirt.
Mia unfastened her bra, freeing her breasts from their restraint. Nico gave a low feral growl and shoved a thick thigh between her legs, pushing her up so he could wrap his hot mouth around her nipple.
This was what she fantasized about at night, alone in her bed. A man who knew what he wanted. A man who could take control. A man who feared nothing and would never yield. A man who would never hurt her.
Need coiled deep in her lower belly as he sucked her nipple into his warm mouth. She squirmed against him, her pussy slick with want. But there was no escape. He had her pinned, his body hot and hard against her, his rock hard shaft branded into her hips.
“Don’t move.” He turned his attention to her other breast as his hands dropped to her ass, fingers digging into her flesh as he rocked her over his thigh, teasing her clit with small jolts of pleasure.
Through the partially open door in the hallway below, she could hear the murmur of voices, laughter, the clack of pool balls, and the faint strains of Hozier’s “Take Me to Church,” But in the dark, secluded stairwell she could only hear the rasp of their combined breaths as they moved against each other, and the thunder of her pulse in her ears.
“We should go inside,” she whispered.
He lowered her to ground, but instead of releasing her, he tugged at the button on her jeans.
“Nico!”
His hand slid into her panties, over her soft curls, stroking through her labia, slick with her juices.
Mia moaned softly, and Nico captured her clit between two thick fingers, fuzzing her brain with need.
“They wanted you,” he said roughly. “If you’d walked out of the pool hall alone, they would have followed.”
She rubbed against him, her hips twisting and grinding for the climax he held just out of reach. “I can take care of myself.”
“You don’t have to take care of yourself when you’re with me.” He pushed his fingers inside her, curled them to rub against her sensitive inner tissue. His powerful body surrounded her, pinned her, his muscled chest blocking her view of everything but him.
Mia tried to fight the orgasm that was rising fast, unstoppable. But he was relentless, his fingers working her without mercy until her climax hit her in a rush of white-hot heat. She bit his shoulder to muffle her cries as her hips jerked against him, and an exquisite wave of pleasure crashed over her senses.
He continued to stroke her, drawing out her orgasm until she sagged against him, panting her breaths. “Well…” She rested her forehead against his shoulder. “I guess we don’t need to go inside.”
Nico tipped her chin up, and she saw the answer in the darkness of his eyes.