“This isn’t?—”
But his words cut off, because I’m reaching for the sides of my thong so I can pull it off under my dress.
And then I spread my legs.
“Christ,” Nico bites out, pressing his thumbs to his eyes. But he can’t look away for very long. In an instant, his gaze is back on my cunt.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask, arching my back and sliding one hand between my legs. “You could’ve just told me if you preferred to watch.”
Holding my dress out of the way, I touch myself.
I’m already wet. Being around Nico basically guarantees that. It makes it easy to swirl the pad of my finger around my clit, slower than I need it to come, but that’s not the point of this, anyway. I know how to put on a good show.
“Did you know that I think about you all week?” I moan without thinking.
But despite that being a truth I shouldn’t have admitted out loud, I can still use it in the fantasy I’m weaving.I say it to every other client, anyway.
I’ve just never meant it before.
“Most nights, I dream about you,” I say, eyes closing as I move my finger down to my opening.Another truth.“Then when I wake up in the morning, I swear I can still feel your hands on my body.” Slowly, I slide one finger inside, then another. “And every morning, I have to touch myself just so I can hold on to the memory for a little while longer.”
“Scarlett…”
I open my eyes at his pained plea. He’s collapsed against the counter across from me, his eyes wide and crazed and locked on the space between my legs.
It’s all the confirmation I need to continue, to pull him into this vortex of desire where we belong.
“I wish you’d touch me,” I whisper, sliding my fingers back to my clit. I’m so turned on that even a slight brush sends sparks along my nerves, the urge to come growing.
“Don’t you want to touch me?” I ask. It sounds too much like begging to my ears, but I can’t stop. My fingers swirl faster and faster, my body arching into my own touch.
Suddenly, Nico’s hand stills my own. I open my eyes to see his forehead pressed against the cabinet beside my head, taking one heavy breath after another.
“Scarlett,” he croaks out. “Please, don’t. Not like this.”
And that’s when everything comes crashing down.
My entire body freezes. My breaths start to come quicker, my lungs desperately trying to suck in oxygen and stop my head from spinning.
He doesn’t want to fuck me.
He doesn’t wantme.
Nico must notice my panic because he pulls back to look at me. He looks wrecked.Why does he look wrecked if he doesn’t want me?
“Scarlett.”I wish he’d stop saying my name like that.“We need to talk about this.”
I hurriedly pull my dress down, avoiding all eye contact.Mortifiedat being rejected like this. “We donot. If you weren’t interested in me, I have no idea why you’d keep booking me through the agency.”
“If I’m not…What?Scarlett, I just said Iaminterested in you.”
My laugh sounds self-deprecating. “Clearly, you’re not.”
I try to jump off the counter, but Nico locks me in place with his hips. He’s still hard, which just makes this embarrassment even more confusing.
“Jesus, just…give me a minute.” His hands plant beside my hips without touching me, his head dropping between his shoulders. “Just let methink.”
I stare at him. “What on earth do you need to think about? You just clarified things perfectly.”
