I’ve never begged for anything. But Nix is unlike any man I’ve ever been with.
When I writhe on his lap, desperate to grind my throbbing pussy against his leg, his chair,anything, he holds me in place, prolonging the sweet agony.
“You’ll come when I want you to,” he says. “Understand?”
“Yes.” My response comes out as a whimper, and I barely even recognize it as my own voice.
My ass cheeks are warm when Nix slides the hand he’s been spanking me with down between my thighs. As soon as his fingertips circle over my slick clit, I come. His other finger is still in my ass, and it brings me to an orgasm unlike any I’ve ever had. It’s so hard I have tears in my eyes when I finally go slack in Nix’s lap.
I move one foot to the floor, and without a word, he helps me up and then stands up himself. The prominent outline of his erection awakens my hunger for him once again. I give him a seductive smile, and he grabs me around the waist, his expression feral as he carries me to his king-sized bed and tosses me onto it.
I land on my back, breathless as I watch him unfasten his jeans and drop them to the ground along with his boxer briefs. I only get a second to admire his long, thick cock before he’s climbing between my legs.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Spread those legs wide for me.”
He enters me with a deep thrust, and I gasp hard from the feel of him completely buried inside me. Nix groans deeply, pulls back and gives it to me just as roughly the second time.
I’m getting the hottest, hardest fuck of my life when he surprises me by lowering his lips to mine and kissing me tenderly. I put my hands on his cheeks and hold his face close to mine. I don’t just want to feel him—I want to taste him and hear every sound of satisfaction he makes.
He hooks a hand behind one of my knees and pushes my leg back, giving him deeper access. I don’t know if it’s the sex itself or his grunts and groans of pleasure, but I start coming again. Maybe it’s everything. I’ve never had such completely uninhibited sex before.
As soon as he’s milked every ounce of pleasure out of me, he flips me over and fucks me from behind. With every thrust, I feel his harsh frustration and his reverence for me at the same time. He’s both pissed at me and relieved I’m okay.
Flipping me onto my back once more, he slides into me again, my ankles on his shoulders as he pounds into me. His thumb circles my clit as he gently sinks his teeth into my calf, the sensations making me come yet again.
Nix is close behind me, burying himself balls deep and groaning long and loud as he comes inside me.
He rolls to his back and throws his forearm across his forehead, breathing hard.
“You may fucking kill me, Kennedy,” he says.
“Well, you’ll die happy if I do.”
He lets out a couple rich notes of laughter. “Very fucking happy.”
“Me too.” I snuggle against his side, and he kisses my forehead. “I should take off for a week more often.”
“I wouldn’t recommend it.”
“Kidding.” I wrap my top leg around both of his. “Hey, can we make a deal?”
“Only if it involves your ass.”
I lean up on an elbow and arch my brows at him. “I’m serious. I’ll stay in touch with you when I’m working if you promise me you won’t ping my phone or trace me with it in any way.”
He lowers his brows as he considers, and I’m positive he tried to track me when I was in Dubai.
“Okay,” he says finally.
“Okay. Good.”
“And we need to make another deal, too.” His dark eyes are fixed intently on me.
I trace my fingertips over the lines of muscle on his chest. “What’s that?”
“If you’re in trouble and you need my help, you’ll come to me. You’ll trust me.”
I nod slowly. “I do. And I will.”
