“I’m going to need your consent to fuck you until we both come hard,” I whispered against her ear, my arm tightening around her waist as her legs weakened slightly. She hummed, her eyes closed, and she put her hand on my cheek again as she searched for my lips with hers.
Brushing my lips against her cheek, a growl rumbled through my throat again. “I’m gonna need you to say it, Nikki. Only once, then later, you canbegme.”
“Yes,” she hissed through her teeth, parting her lips, inviting my tongue into her mouth.
But she’ll have to wait.
“Good,” I hummed my approval as I moved away, chuckling at her frustrated sigh, before I led her out of the bar.
With one motion, Nikki threw her handbag to one side and her jacket to the other as we walked through the doorway of her small townhouse, squeezed between larger dwellings on either side. Glancing around, I didn’t bother trying to contain my amusement. The place was what I could only imagine as organized chaos. Nothing appeared to have a place. Every surface was covered in clothes or papers and any other assortment of items you could think of. Yet I bet if I asked her to locate an item, she’d know exactly where to go. It wasn’t dirty,only messy.
This chaotic woman and her chaotic home, I was digging it.
“Welcome!” Nikki cried, pulling her black shirt over her head without undoing all the buttons, revealing a sensible black bra that immediately drew my gaze. She spun on the spot, stumbling over her feet and laughing before she grabbed onto the couch and attempted a seductive lean. It didn’t work, looking as much like the drunk tilt it really was, and I chuckled while unzipping my jacket, folding it in half before draping it over the back of the couch.
“You…” she pointed dramatically at me, “… are wearing too many clothes.”
I let my gaze wander down her legs, taking in the fitted-into black jeans and low-heel boots. Approaching her, I placed a palm on her chest, and with a gentle push, she fell back onto the couch.
“Oh, any other day you tried that, I would’ve landed you on your ass.”
“I’ll take you up on that,” I said, unzipping her boots and sliding them off with her socks. Nikki lifted her legs and wiggled her toes in my face.
“Ooh, sweaty toes,” she said, falling back against the couch and laughing.
Smirking, I ran my fingers over the bottom of her foot, causing her to squeal and try to pull away, but I held on to her ankle, continuing to touch her sensitive sole until she kicked out at me with her other foot, landing a blow against my jaw.
“Oh my God, Cade, I’m so sorry.” She leaned forward and grabbed my face.
I rubbed my jaw, smirking, “Hell of a kick you’ve got there.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“I don’t think you could.”
She gave me another look of seduction, grinning. “That’ssomething we’ll put to the test another day. Right now, you need to get naked and get on the bed.”
Standing, I held out my hand, and after Nikki stood, she undid her jeans, shimmying out of them and revealing matching black underwear. She was lean and fit, and after we fucked, I thought I might take her up on her offer for a fight and see what she’s really made of.
Not tonight, though. Tonight was all about another form of pleasure.
She wanted to forget today.
I’d make her forget her damn name.
Nikki snatched my hand and led me to the small bedroom. She fell back against the mattress, still laughing while I yanked my T-shirt over my head and tossed it to the side. Once finished undressing, I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning toward Nikki as she sat up. I moved in for a kiss, and playfully she tried to move away from me. With a growl, I grabbed her, tangling my fingers through her hair and yanking her toward me, claiming her mouth with mine.
Her moans were delicious, and I wanted more.
My lip lifted into a snarl when I went to grab her harder, and she pulled away, standing and pushing a hand against my chest.
“Lean against the headboard,” she said. She was still chuckling, and I wanted to know what the fuck was so funny, but not as much as I wanted to bury my cock into her tight cunt, so the jokes could wait.
Begrudgingly, I did as she requested. I wasn’t one for taking orders, but she seemed determined, so I’d let her play her little game before I took control of her and showed her what true domination looked like.
The little minx climbed on top of me, guiding me to hold onto the headboard, my fingers curling around the cool metal of the bars. She was faster than I’d anticipated, and with a quickmotion—I’m surprised she was able to pull off while intoxicated—she’d handcuffed me to the bed.
Smirking, I shook my hands slightly, the metal of the handcuffs rattling against the headboard.
