Seeming to realize he’s talked me off of whatever cliff I was standing on—and can now joke with me—he smirks. “Baby, if sex was involved, you’d have to charge me a million.”
Giggling, I drop my face into the crook of his neck. I feel…warm. Safe. I let out a content sigh when I feel Nico press a kiss to my hair.
But when he shifts in a way that brushes his still-hard cock against my thigh, I pull back and ask, “So, now that we’ve had this clarifying discussion… Are you still saying no to sex?”
Chuckling, he angles his hips away from me. “Yup. I can’t prove to you I want more than sex if we keep having sex, can I?”
“But Ilikesex with you,” I whine.
He smiles and kisses me again, this time on my temple. “You’re adorable,” he murmurs.
“That isnotwhat a girl wants to hear when she’s trying to seduce a man,” I grumble.
Nico studies me, serious this time. “Is this a rejection reaction? Or something else?”
I think about it for a moment, then answer, “It’s an I’m-turned-on-and-you-didn’t-let-me-comereaction.”
At that, his eyebrow lifts. “Well, that I can help with.”
“What do you?—”
My words cut off in a gasp when he flips my dress up and drops to his knees.
“Nico, you don’t have to?—”
“You’re goddamn right I do,” he growls. And then he buries his face between my legs.
The second his lips touch my clit, I know this is going to be over too fast. I’m keyed up from him, this night, everything. Combined with how well he knows my body, it’s not going to take much.
“Nico,” I moan, arching into his mouth as my fingers sink into his hair. “Oh my God,Nico.”
“Fuck, yes, say my name, baby,” he groans. Distantly, it registers that his arm is moving, but when I feel two of his fingers slide inside me, I stop thinking altogether.
I chant his name all through my orgasm, however long it lasts. It feels like forever. My hand fists in his hair, my legs tighten around his head, and I explode.
When I finally come back to earth, Nico’s breathing heavily, his open-mouthed exhales ghosting the inside of my thigh. I loosen my grip in his hair and run it through his locks.
“Okay?” I breathe with a sated smile.
Resting his cheek on my thigh, he looks up at me. “More than,” he says.
I glance down his body, although I can’t see much from this position he’s in. “Will you let me touch you now?”
I don’t understand why he laughs as he stands and tugs me off the counter into his arms.
“Baby, I just came all over the tiles. Now enough of this sex talk, let’s go watch celebrities dance.”
TWENTY
NICO
Lucas steps into the gym just as I’m finishing up a private lesson with one of the fighters.
I nod to let him know I’ll be over in a minute, then turn toward the young guy who’s been reduced to a sweaty, panting mess in the ring.
“Clearly, we need to work on our cardio,” I tell him dryly. “You’re not running as much as I told you to, are you?”
He only thinks about lying for a half-second before shaking his head. “Sorry, Coach,” he murmurs.
