Page 73 of The Naughty or Nice Deal

She doesn’t answer with words, just a needy whimper that’s all the confirmation I need. I peel her panties off slowly, savoring the way she lifts her hips to help me. The delicate lace is soaked with her arousal, and I toss them aside before settling between her thighs.

The first swipe of my tongue over her clit makes her arch off the chaise with a cry that goes straight to my aching cock. She’s so sweet, like honey and vanilla.

“Oh god, Hayden.” Her hands fist in my hair hard enough to sting.

“That’s it,” I murmur against her lips, “so fucking good for me.”

I keep up the praise and dirty talk against her flesh, moaning into her pussy as I devour her. She’s so turned on that every flick of my tongue makes her hips buck and her breath hitch, and I have to hold her down to keep her still. I could do this for hours, licking and sucking and flicking my tongue against her, but she has other ideas.

“You promised to fuck the brat out of me,” she pants. “This isn’t that.”

I chuckle roughly against her, the vibrations of the sound making her shudder.

“Greedy and impatient.” I flick my eyes up to hers, pulling back to look at her, my lips wet. Her pussy is pink and swollen, glistening with my saliva and her arousal. “Look at how wet you are for me. But you could be even wetter.”

I run my thumb through her folds, gathering her slickness, and she whimpers at the contact. Then I lean forward and spit directly onto her clit, watching her eyes roll back at the filthy gesture.

“You’re gonna need all the help you can get to take me,” I rasp.

32

MAEVE

My heart races at Hayden’s words, my clit throbbing insistently. I’m so turned on that I can barely think straight, my nipples hard and my muscles taut with anticipation.

He’s exactly the right amount of rough and demanding. So hungry and confident that it’s like he owns my body, bringing out reactions I’ve never experienced before. The way he looks at me—like I’m something precious and filthy all at once—makes my stomach flutter wildly.

His dark brown eyes glint as he gazes up at me from between my thighs. I watch, whimpering softly, as he licks the taste of me from his lips with an expression of almost feral satisfaction.

“Are you sure?” His voice is low. “Are you sure you want me to fuck you?”

I nod, swallowing around the lump in my throat. Hell yes, I’m sure. I have no idea what this means for us, or if it’s a good idea. Actually, I’m smart enough to know that it probably isn’t, that we should probably stop now and pretend this never happened.

But I don’t care about what’s smart right now. I just know that I need this, need him with a desperation that might consume me from the inside out if I don’t get him.

I’ve been dying for days, simmering at a level of arousal that’s never been fully satisfied, and now I’m like a woman who just found her way to an oasis in the desert. I might drown, but at least I’ll go down smiling.

Hayden doesn’t move, and after a few long seconds, I realize he needs to hear me say it.

“Please.” The word comes out on a whisper. “Fuck me. I need you so badly.”

His chest expands with a deep inhale. He stands slowly, his movements intentional as he reaches for his belt. “Thank fuck.”

The sound of the leather sliding through his belt loops is loud in the charged silence between us. Then he’s shoving his pants down, freeing his cock, and the sight of him makes my breath catch.

It’s massive. Thick and long and beautiful in a way I never knew a cock could be. I can’t take my eyes off it as my stomach flips over with a mixture of desire and nervousness.

Holy shit.

That’s why he wanted me so wet. And even though I’m soaked by now, I’m still not even sure it’ll fit. But dear god, I want to try.

As if he can read my thoughts, Hayden smirks, stroking himself slowly and deliberately. The sight is hypnotic—his large hand moving over his veiny length, the way his muscles ripple as his jaw clenches, how he touches himself like he knows exactly what feels good. Like he can’t wait another second for a little relief.

“Having second thoughts?”

I shake my head, mesmerized by the sight of him. “Never.”

“Good girl.”