Skeptical, he asked, “How?”
“Addie told me about your rule. And so did Molly. You never date employees or coworkers. Not only were you dating me, you all but begged me to move in with you.”
“I didn’t beg. I bossed. There’s a difference.”
“When it comes to you, not much of one.”
She laughed at the expression on his face, but the laughter died when he kissed her. And kept kissing her until he needed to touch her. All over.
When he released her to pull her shirt off, Nova lifted her arms to let him, but once her shirt was gone, she shoved him over on to his back and straddled him.
“It’s my turn to be bossy,” she said, her hair falling around them as she leaned over to kiss him again.
Since it wasn’t a hardship, he agreed. “Okay.”
Torin should have known that nothing with Nova went as he expected, this included.
Her fingers trailed over his shoulders to his chest, feather light but hot. He’d stripped down to his underwear to get ready for bed and she took advantage of that now, pressing her lips to the base of his throat before moving them to his shoulder where his tattoos began.
Her tongue flicked out to taste his skin before she nipped him with her teeth. All the while, her hands moved over his chest and abdomen in lazy paths, constantly moving but oh-so-lightly.
His fingers sifted through her hair as her lips shifted to his chest. “You call this being bossy.”
“Yes,” she said before her tongue gave his nipple a slow lick. Torin sucked in a sharp breath. “Because we’re going slow. As slow as I want. And I get to touch you where I want and do whatever I want to you. And you just have to take it.”
Her teeth nipped him again and a shudder ran through his body.
“Whatever you say,” he murmured as she made her way down his abdomen.
Her fingers curled around the waistband of his boxer briefs and she pulled them off in a slow slide.
Her hand curled around his dick and Torin took another deep breath.
Slow was torture, he realized, as she stroked him, her grip just firm enough for him to feel but it was more like a tease.
Then, she leaned over and slid him into her hot, wet mouth.
Definitely torture.
She sucked him with the same easy thoroughness that she’d explored his body moments before. The goal wasn’t to get him off, he realized. It was to tease him. To draw out the pleasure until he was ready to lose control.
Not that he had much control to begin with when it came to Nova.
Torin fisted his hands in her hair and shoved back the need to urge her to move faster. He knew she would stop, then.
Because, as she’d said earlier, she was the boss tonight.
He nearly whimpered when she gave him one last hard suck and straightened. Nova gave him a knowing smirk as she moved to straddle him.
His hands glided up her thighs to her hips, one moving between her legs to touch her there.
She was wet. Beyond ready.
“You get off on sucking my dick, don’t you?” he asked.
Her only answer was to reach between them, position his cock where she wanted it, and take him into her pussy.
He had no choice but to hold on to her as she began to ride, keeping the pace steady but still slow.
