Nikko isn’t used to someone taking care of him or giving him anything for free. He’s worked hard for everything he has, and I respect that. I even understand it, but I want to spoil him.
“Fine,” he concedes, probably realizing I won’t give up.
“Say thank you.” I grin. The staff is watching us, wary and afraid, but I simply wait.
“Thank you, Zia.” The way he rolls my name over his tongue with irritation and desire makes me harder than hell.
“Good boy.” I turn back to Atom and grab Nikko, holding the shirt slightly away from his body. “I want this in every color as well. I don’t care about the price, just charge it all.”
“We only have two,” Atom replies.
“Then get me two and have it all packed for us to go please.”
Atom hurries away, and another staff member does the same. Iglance back at Nikko to see his eyes narrowed. Most people would mistake it for anger or cold indifference, but it’s the same look he gave me when he touched my body, so I know what it means now.
He wants me.
Do fuck buddies look at each other like this?
Do they hold each other tight and never want to let go?
I don’t know, but I don’t care when I’m drowning in his eyes.
Nikko was determined to carry the bags with him, but I paid for discreet delivery since he wouldn’t like his friends or dad knowing about it. Instead, he wanders by my side as we walk from the store, both of us quiet and unsure where to go.
Do we say goodbye?
Kiss?
Make a date?
I’ve never done this before, but instead of overthinking, I go with my instincts. There is no point in stressing. I’m betting Nikko isn’t, and I refuse to worry about what is already done.
“Do you want a lift?” I ask as we come to a stop before the path to the VIP parking lot.
“I have my bike.” He shrugs, completely oblivious to how cute he is. I turn and slide my hand down his chest. His eyes widen and he glances at the people milling around us, but he doesn’t stop me as I slide it lower.
“Ah, but your hands will be free in my car, and I can make the most of the time I have before my next meeting.” I grip his dick, feeling it harden.
“Your car sounds good.” His eyes blow wide.
Smirking, I let go and start to walk. When I glance back, he’s still frozen, his mouth open. “Are you coming? If I’m not soon, you might as well take the bike.”
He hurries after me, and I chuckle. Yuki must have seen me coming because he idles at the curb with the back door open. “Sir.” He nodsbefore glancing at Nikko. One eyebrow rises just an inch—his only reaction. “Mr. Nikko.”
“Have someone take Nikko’s bike back to Nexus?—”
“Only I drive my bike,” Nikko says. I glance back at him, and he grinds his teeth but hands his keys over to Yuki.
“Of course, sir. Are we going to the office?” Yuki asks.
“Yes. Take the tunnel route, and after, take Nikko where he needs to go.”
I see Yuki’s surprise. The tunnel route takes twenty minutes longer, and I always complain that I can’t see my iPad in the dark, which means it’s perfect for what I have planned.
Climbing into the car without further explanation, I slide across the seats and sit back. Nikko gets in, taking up most of the two other seats on the back row before Yuki shuts the door and rushes to the driver’s seat.
“Don’t disturb us unless needed,” I comment as I hit the riser and let it separate the front from the back. Yuki doesn’t comment, but I know he understands, and then we are off. I don’t make a move. I look out of the window, and with every minute that passes, I feel Nikko getting tenser—the slight squeak of leather as he shifts, his breathing picking up, his pounding heart. I hear it all, and I let it grow.
