“That I know what I am, and I still get to choose where I go.”
“Oh, absolutely not,” I said.
His brow furrowed. “What?”
“That’s too much emotional information from a naked man.”
I wrapped my hand around his cock instead.
His breath broke.
Much better.
I looked up at him. “I have more questions.”
“I can tell.”
“I’m going to ask them later.”
“That seems wise.”
“It’s not wisdom. It’s triage.”
Then I took him into my mouth.
Nico’s hand hit the wall beside the bed.
The sound pleased me more than it should have.
He was big, hot, and hard on my tongue, and the controlled man from my bar went quiet in a completely different way when I sucked him deeper. His hips jerked once, then stopped.
I pulled back. “You can move.”
“If I move, this ends fast.”
“Then don’t embarrass yourself.”
His laugh came out rough. “You’re a menace.”
“I’m a small-business owner. We’re all like this.”
I took him again, slower this time, one hand at his base, the other braced against his thigh. He tasted like salt and clean skin. His muscles locked under my palm. When I glanced up, his head was tipped back, jaw tight, one hand fisted in the sheet beside me because he wouldn’t grab without permission.
I took his wrist and set his hand on my hair.
His eyes snapped down to mine.
“Yes,” I said around him, then pulled back enough to speak clearly. “You can touch me.”
His fingers slid into my hair, careful at first.
I tightened my mouth and took him deeper.
The care cracked.
“Nella,” Nico said, and my name sounded like a warning he had no intention of surviving.
Heat curled through me again. I wanted him like this. Not polished. Not leaning on a bar with a smile sharp enough to invoice. I wanted him breathing hard, watching me, and letting me see what I did to him.
