“You cared enough to ALECTO me. That’s the best kind of foreplay.”
22
3:46 a.m., Sunday, October 27
With Riley’s mouth fused to his and her legs wrapped around his waist, Nick decided there was no point in hitting pause just to waste all that time returning to their bedroom.
“We’re. Not. Doing. It. In. The. Kitchen,” she said between kisses.
He pulled back. “Are you sure you’re not psychic right now?”
“Very funny. But we have guests who could come downstairs for a post-coital snack at any second now,” she pointed out.
“I hate having guests,” he muttered just before sucking her earlobe between his lips.
She shivered against him. “It’s a big house. I’m sure we can find a place to get naked without interruption.”
“That’s the spirit,” he said, lifting her off the counter.
She obliged by tightening her legs around his hips. His dick flexed when she moaned low in her throat.
“The noises you make when I’m driving you crazy drive me crazy,” he confessed.
“I’m glad we drive each other crazy,” she whispered.
They kissed their way out into the dark foyer, and Nick hustled them into the closest room with a door. His office.
He slid the door shut with his foot and proceeded toward the desk, kicking things out of his way as he went while Riley seduced him with her talented tongue.
When he got to his desk, he snapped on the light and swept everything else off the surface.
“Okay. That’s hot,” she breathed as he dropped her on top and dragged her sweatshirt over her head.
“If you think that’s hot, imagine me cleaning all this shit up tomorrow,” he said, admiring the thin white tank top she wore beneath it.
“Yep. Even hotter,” she decided.
His blood was pumping, cock throbbing. His body insistent on the need to take. How had he put this aside? How had he forgotten how much he wanted this? Her?
“Please tell me these sawhorses will hold us,” she begged, her eyes a glassy brown that almost made his hands shake with need.
“They’ll hold,” he promised, yanking the scoop neck of her tank down to bare her breasts.
He growled and dove for the first one. Just as his mouth closed over her pretty pink nipple, he felt her fingers slip under the waistband of his pants and close around his hard-on.
Stars exploded before his eyes. It had been too long since they’d been together like this. He couldn’t withstand the torture. It was going to be fast and dirty.
“Can’t wait. Need you now,” he muttered.
“Yes. Please. Oh, shit. Condom?”
Nick froze, then muttered a colorful string of swear words against her soft breast.
“One second,” he said, reluctantly removing her hand from his cock.
He pulled open the top file drawer and grabbed the first folder underC. Half a dozen condoms went flying.
“You filed our condoms?” Riley laughed as he plucked one off the floor and tore the wrapper open with his teeth.
