"Oh." The word escapes her, barely a whisper. Her fingers curl into the couch cushion.
I stroke my palm over where I struck, feeling the heat through her skirt. "You liked that."
Not a question. I felt her reaction, heard it, saw the way her spine curved deeper.
"I..." She swallows. "I didn't know I would."
I lean over her, my chest against her back, my mouth at her ear. "There's more. Things we haven't tried." My hand slides up her thigh. "Things you don't know you like yet."
Her breath shudders out. "Nico?—"
"We're going to find them." I press a kiss to the curve of her neck. "Every single one."
She turns her head, catches my mouth in a kiss that's all heat and desperation. When she pulls back, her eyes are dark with want.
"Then show me."
I straighten, reaching for my wallet on the desk, pulling out a condom. She stays exactly where I put her, watching me over her shoulder as I roll it on.
"Eyes forward," I command.
She obeys. Cristo, the way she obeys.
My hand traces up her spine, pressing gently until she arches exactly right.
"Perfect." I position myself at her entrance. "You're perfect."
I push in slowly this time, savoring the way she stretches around me, the sound she makes—half gasp, half moan. Her fingers dig into the couch.
"More," she breathes.
I pull back, thrust deeper. Her whole body rocks forward.
"Harder."
My hand grips her hip, anchoring her as I give her what she's asking for. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the office. Her moans grow louder, less controlled.
"That's it." I watch where we're joined, watch her body take me. "Take what you need."
She pushes back against me, matching my rhythm, and something in my chest cracks open at the sight of her demanding pleasure like it's her right.
Because it is. It always was.
My hand slides around, finds her clit. She cries out.
"Come for me," I growl. "Let go."
She shatters with my name on her lips, her body clenching around me so tight I follow her over the edge, spilling into the condom with a groan that comes from somewhere deep.
We collapse together onto the couch, breathing hard, tangled and sweaty and exactly where we're supposed to be.
"So," she pants, her head resting on my chest. "Distracting?"
I pull her closer. "Devastating."
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Nico
