Page 83 of Nothing to You
“Maybe you don’t deserve the treat,” she said, urging his hands away.
“I deserve it.”
Every time he tried to touch her, she intercepted him until their hands were palm to palm, fingers interlaced.
“Where’s my job in Europe?”
“You don’t get a job in Europe.You have too many responsibilities here.”
“To your cock?”
“Is there anything more important?It should be your primary concern.”
“Can I ride Guillermo before he goes?”
He couldn’t even keep a straight face.“That’s inappropriate for management, Babycakes.You shouldn’t screw the staff.”
“I screw you,” she said, using his hands as an anchor to pull herself up again.
“In every way possible.”
Insinuating her hands into his boxers, she squeezed his cock, freeing it and stroking her thumb across its head.“You didn’t get the no underwear memo?”
“I’ll do better next time.”
“This is becoming a habit, Boy Scout.I’m miles ahead of you.How much credit can I give you?I’ll have to cut you off sometime.”
Bowing close, he breathed against her lips.“But not today.”
Disappearing in a crouch, he hooked her legs, parted her folds with his tongue and sucked her clit before licking and tickling it with the tip.
Shit.Did he have to be so good at that?Her fingers coiled in his hair, but they slipped free as she lay down again, savoring the entitled plunge of his tongue as it delved into her.Her nerves tingled, sending signals out that pleasure was right there and climax just over the horizon.
Before it came close, she anticipated it.Just the excitement of his stimulation and the delicate titillation of his teasing prickled the hair on the back of her neck.
“Xavie…” she gasped, her knees rising, her back arching.“Shit, yes, baby.”
Some things were fun.Some were arousing.Xavien Rourke was the only man who could do both at once.Even as he aggravated and ridiculed her, he couldn’t disrespect her.No.He could try.Often did.But he gave himself away in his attentiveness.At the house, dinner, the car, even the Hope system.It wasn’t just the big things, the little things mattered too.
“Xavie,” she said.
Her thighs closed around his head until he grabbed them with a bruising power to force them apart and come higher, changing his angle to slide his tongue up one crease, down another and into her.
Rubbing her clit, she played as he fucked her right to the edge and as she gasped—he snatched her hand away, right on the cusp of her climax.
“My toy.”
Her eyes didn’t open, but her lips curled.“My pussy.”
“Not today,” he murmured and hummed against her.
The sweet vibration carried her back to that point.Right there.Where it was just the tiniest step away.And—“Xavie,” she called, her body bracing into the release that wrought a yelp from her throat.
Before she’d even taken a breath, he was inside her.Hammering fast, he was on a mission; one that didn’t have to include her.
Except she liked it.
Liked that he was overcome and desperate.In need of his own climax.Aching to feel the same pleasure that wracked her trembling system.It was a lifeline, a necessity.Orgasm wasn’t just for fun, not there, not in that minute.
