“You hide a lot beneath your clothes.” He crouched down in front of her, traced along the wing of a butterfly with his warm, wet tongue, sending a delicious shiver down her spine.
“Well I can’t have any ink where my father might see or he would kill me. This is all mine. Something he can never take away. All my secrets for you to see.”
“You are a work of art. I could look at your beautiful body for hours.” He pressed a kiss to her stomach, and she ran her fingers through his soft, thick hair.
“You could do other things to my body for hours, too.” She lifted her eyebrow in hopeful suggestion, encouraged by the naked desire on his face. If he didn’t give her what she needed soon, she’d have to take matters into her own hands.
He gave a dark laugh. “You have no idea.”
In one fluid move, he stood and lifted her against him, one hand under her ass, the other behind her head, holding her still for a fierce, wicked kiss.
She gasped when his teeth nipped her lip. Instantly, the dingy, windowless office, and the scents of yeast and stale grease faded away beneath a deluge of need so extreme she shamelessly ground her hips against the firm ridge of his cock.
“If you keep working that pussy against me, I’ll have no choice but to fuck you so hard everyone in the restaurant is gonna know what’s going on.” With two easy strides of his long legs, he carried her to the desk. One sweep of his strong arm, and he cleared it of pencils, pens, and papers. “You’re going to be very acquainted with this desk because every time I sit in my office, I think about how fucking sexy you looked that night we caught you in the casino, how hard I was when I had you standing between my legs, how I wanted you naked in front of me, your pussy bare, begging me to make you come.”
“I thought you’d be thinking about how I was ready to cut your balls with my knife.”
He gave a snort of laughter as he lay her down on the cold, hard surface, positioned her boots on the edge. “You wanted me. Just as I know you want me now. Spread those legs. Show me how wet you are for me. Show me where you want my cock.”
So arrogant. A delicious thrill of defiance shot through her and she snapped her legs together, daring him to push, challenging him to show her just how far he would go, how dangerous he really was.
“Do you really want to play that game?” He leaned forward and kissed her, softly, deeply, giving her a taste of the power he kept so tightly leashed. “I’m a hard man, and I’m going to take you hard and I’m going to take you rough and I’m going to want things from you that might be difficult to give. But you are always safe with me. Do you understand that?”
Safe. She hadn’t known that was what she needed to hear, but the words undid the knot in her chest. She’d never felt safe before. Not when she was forever at the mercy of her father.
“Yes.” She cupped his face between his hands and returned his kiss as she spread her legs wide.
“Very nice, bella.” He pulled the chair around and settled himself in front of her, wrenched her legs farther apart. “Are you as sweet down here as you up there?”
“What are you going to do?” Her voice came out breathy, soft with anticipation. Of course she knew what he was going to do, but she’d never been with a man who had given her that pleasure, had no idea about her role in the process or how it might feel.
“I’m going to taste your sweet pussy, and then I’m going to make you come so many times you’re going to beg.” He slicked a thick finger through her folds. “You’re going to beg for my cock.”
He was so dominant, so utterly confident in everything he did. She licked her lips, threaded her hands through his soft hair, and hung on for the ride.
Nico gave a low growl of satisfaction as he feathered kisses over the soft curls covering her mound. She moaned, angled her hips up for more, but he moved down to her inner thighs, alternating butterfly kisses and little nips of his teeth over her skin until he reached the sensitive crease at the top of her thigh. She shuddered, her body taut with anticipation, but she wasn’t prepared for the molten wave of heat that rushed through her body when he gave her slit a long, luscious lick.
“Oh God. Nico. Please.” She pulled on his hair, tried to tug him where she wanted him to go, the only part of her that his tongue hadn’t tasted.
“Mia.” His voice was hard with warning and she released him, balled her hands into fists as she tried to think of anything but the ache between her legs.
He nudged her thighs open wider and ran the pads of his thumbs along her labia, spreading her wide.
A moan ripped from her throat. She had never realized how exquisitely sensitive that area could be, and her legs trembled violently with a fierce surge of need.
“Hands over your head. Grip the edge of the desk.”
“I want to touch you,” she protested.