A second later, Noor reenters, looking a little sober. The redness around her eyes worries me as though she’s been crying while she was gone. “Hey, you good?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” she gives a forced smile. Diverting the attention from her, she flicks her chin at Arya, who is seconds away from dozing off. “You should take her home.”
“Yeah, I am.” Tilting my head, I offer, “Want us to drop you off too?”
“My apartment is on the opposite way. I’ll catch a cab with Kabir.”
“Sure?”
“Yep.”
Nodding, I grab my jacket and put it on Arya. Picking her up bridal style, I hold her close to my chest as I rise to my feet. I’m walking past Noor when she fiercely says, “Don’t break her heart, Nathan.”
“I’d rather die.”
Exiting the room, I carry her down the stairs. We’ve just stepped outside when Arya’s eyes pop open and observe our surroundings. Gazing at me disappointedly, she murmurs, “We didn’t dance.”
“Another time.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
I hail us a cab and slip into the backseat. By the time we reach the hotel, Arya is snoring softly. Upstairs in our suite, I enter the bedroom and lay her on the bed. She doesn’t stir when I remove all her clothes and cover her with the blanket.
Switching off the lights, I tread to the bathroom and speedily shower. Forgoing clothes after drying myself, I make my way to Arya.
Sliding in behind her, I bring her against my front and drag her intoxicating scent into my lungs. My palm cupping her breast and my right leg between her thighs, I close my eyes and drift into a serene slumber.
***
Soft yet urgent kisses pepper up my abs, startling me awake. It’s still dark outside, while the moonlight filters inthrough the window. The weight on my waist has me staring down and losing the last of my sleep.
A naked Arya straddles me, running her lips to my nipple and flicking them teasingly. “Angel?”
Lusty eyes clash with mine, appearing black in the darkness. “I want you, Nathan.”
Fuck me.
She woke me up for sex.
I trace my palms up her arms, gently reminding, “You’re drunk, Ari. You can have me tomorrow as many times as you want.”
Sitting up so her full tits and hard nipples taunt me, she retorts, “I’m horny.”
“Angel…”
“It’s your fault.” Her small hands cup her tits, fondling and kneading them to quench her desire. “You left me aching all day. Edged me with your filthy words and kisses. So be agood boyand finish what you started.”
Did I hear her right?
My cock thickens in response to my inner thought. Does the praise kink run both ways? Why else would I burn with the need to obey her?
“Come on, Nathan,” she coaxes, pinching her nipples and whimpering. “Be my good boy for once. Please.”
My control blows into smithereens.
Flipping our positions, I lay her flat on the back and shove her arms over her head.
