“Yes. I didn’t lose because I didn’t bet.” I said, busying myself with the can.
“You went to the casino and didn’t bet?” If I hadn’t seen the disbelief on her face, then I’d have heard it in her voice. As her brows met in the middle, I knew she didn’t believe me.
“No, I didn’t. You really do think so little of me, don’t you?”
“It’s not that, I’m just surprised, that’s all.” She added, her bored tone narked me, as I leaned down my palms met the table in a slap, and my breaths heavy as she looked up at me, “You know Nik, maybe once in a while you could believe in me.”
“I’m just…” Her breath turned heavy as I leaned in closer.
“Just what, shocked I had some resistance?”
With a slow nod, she swallowed, “Pretty much, yeah.”
“Yeah well, my resistance doesn’t come easy. You should know that.”
The chair legs scraped along the tiles, and broke us from the stare off we were currently in the middle of, as she stood up and put distance between us to move the paperwork she was working on.I kept my steps slow and precise as I prowled towards her, her shoulders tensed with my presence. My arms caged her in while my fingers tightly gripped the counter edge. I pressed my front against her back, “Maybe I should try some resistance with you.” I leant forward to whisper roughly in her ear.
“You mean maybe I should.” she replied, her voice all breathy, a tell-tale sign that she was turned on. If I slid afinger inside her right now, she’d be flooding for me. “This isn’t healthy, Gav.” I shoved my nose into her hair and inhaled her sweet scent. “This isn’t going anywhere.”
“It’s just a bit of fun,” I grinned as I nuzzled my nose further into her hair, “we can enjoy it while it lasts.”
An image played out like a reel in my head as I fucked her over this counter, her red hair wound around my hand as I pounded my cock into her. The thought of it had my cock rigid.
“Fun for you. This has to stop.” She ground out.
“I bet if I shoved my cock in you, your pussy would eat it like something fucking starved.” My hips jolted, and I growled at my own words, eager to be inside her again. She was right, this wasn’t healthy, but I didn’t know how to stop it. “Feel how fucking hard I am.” As my hand moved from the counter it found her hip, my fingers gripped her tightly as I pulled her back against me. A small groan broke from her lips as her head fell back onto my shoulder. I moved my hand up her side, I felt every curve of her lithe body as I smoothed over her ribs, down the tight top she was wearing. Her abdomen tensed as my hand glided downwards. “You want this to stop, you have to tell me right now.” I breathed into her neck. “You know I have an addictive personality, Nik; you know how hard it is for me to beat an addiction.” My hips jerked again. I was fucking desperate. “You are an addiction.” I growled. “I like that you wore a skirt today.”
“It’s hot. It wasn’t for you.”
“You sure?” I whispered, “You’re fucking hot.” I grazed her earlobe with my teeth.
“Jesus, Gav.” I pushed my hand back down her side, bunched her skirt in my fingers and lifted it up her thigh, squeezing her flesh before my fingers made their own way around to the apex and slipped between them. “Oh shit!” She moaned as her legs parted slightly; heat emanated from her as I touched her centre.I could feel how wet she was for me as I slipped my finger under the lace of her knickers, slid it through her folds. She gasped loudly as I pushed two fingers inside her glorious heat as my other hand found her chin. I tugged her face to the side and covered her lips. Her heat encompassed my finger as I thrust upwards, she groaned as her walls clamped around me, the heel of my hand pushed against her clit, and she cried out forgetting herself, “Shhh.” I breathed.
As a door closed somewhere in the house, I stilled. “Fuck.” Nikki cried softly. She tried to push her skirt down but with my arm in the way, she couldn’t. “Gav! Stop.” she groaned but I still worked my fingers. I thrusted deeper. She frantically wriggled her arse to get me to stop when we heard the footsteps get closer. She yanked on the material of her skirt as she gave me the look of death. I smiled as I pulled my fingers out of her, she straightened her clothes while I sucked on my fingers. A blush filled her cheeks just in time for Rhys to walk in.
He stopped dead and looked between us, his gaze shifting to Nikki. “Am I interrupting something?”
“No, don’t be silly.” She answered, her voice a tad shaky. His chin lifted in reply as he crossed the room to the coffee machine. He turned his back to us, I needed to adjust myself, I grabbed at my crotch and smirked as Nikki’s eyes widened, I then grasped the can of Coke that I came in for.
“Are you okay, Nik?” Rhys asked. I tried to hide my grin.
“I’m fine. Thanks.”
“Are you sure you look a bit flushed?”If I really wanted to make it awkward for her, I could’ve hung around to listen to her answer, but even I couldn’t be that cruel.
It wasn’t hard to notice the deathly silence that hung in the air and there was no one I was hanging around any longer. I blew out a breath and started for the door, Rhys turned his head slightly watching me pass. “I’ll catch up with you later, Nik.” AsI reached the door at the other end of the kitchen, Nikki’s phone rang. It sliced through the thick atmosphere as Nikki glanced between us then snatched her phone from the table. She couldn’t answer quick enough.
“Nicola Wilson.”Ever the professional. “Well, we do have one special request, Paisley Dean would like some extra photos taken, can we do that? She’ll pay extra, of course.”
I slowed my steps as I listened to the one-sided conversation.
“Yep, that’s perfect. I’ll see you Sunday at eleven then. Just come around the front and someone will be there to let you in.”
“Please, it’s Nikki.” The only time Nikki is pleasant is when she’s working. I slipped through the door and intending on leaving Nik and Rhys to chat. I didn’t want to hear bullshit conversation, although the boner I had when Rhys interrupted us had withered away now.
I paused on the other side of the door and cracked open the can of Coke in my hand and took a long drink, just as Rhys spoke again,
“Who was that?” He asked casually.
