Page 105 of Holding Penalty

“You’re about to make me come, baby, and I’ve got other plans for you, first.”

I gasp as he lifts me and puts me belly-first on the mattress. He grabs my hips and positions me so my legs dangle off the end of the mattress, the jersey riding up to my waist. I feel obscenely exposed in this position.

Now it’s Nash on his knees, spreading me open and eating my pussy from behind. My hands curl into the bedsheets. Pleasure pulses through me, molten heat expanding from where Nash’s hot tongue lashes.

I roll my hips into him. Nash’s tongue plays my body like an instrument. My nipples are sharp pebbles, scraping against the inside of my jersey while I writhe against the mattress, and the sensation heightens the pure, electric bliss firing through me.

The first swell of pressure announcing my climax starts to build behind my pelvis. “Oh, Nash,” I moan.

He must sense it in the tone of my voice, because he pulls back. Disappointment ricochets through me for a brief moment until Nash says, “You’re coming with me inside you, baby.”

Nash pushes into me, fucking me from behind. His hips slap against my bare ass, and from the first thrust, my body fills with the unmistakable sensation of impending release.

“That’s right, baby,” Nash says, calling me that name I love so much. “This dick is all fucking yours, and you’re going to come on it wearing my name on your back. Fuck, you feel so damn good.”

Nash reaches around and presses his fingers against my clit as he ruts into me, and I come undone. My orgasm hits me with a force that blurs my vision. I feel myself clench tight around Nash, drawing his release right behind my own.

The weight of Nash’s tired body collapsed onto my back as the mellow afterglow of my orgasm sweeps through me feels otherworldly.

Nash sighs in satisfaction, the warmth of his breath brushing against the side of my face. “Baby, you know how to make a bad day really, really good.”

50

NASH

“Amazing news, Nash,” Colson says when I answer his call.

“What’s up, Colson?”

“We got you that deal.”

I frown, momentarily confused. “Deal?”

There’s a beat of silence on Colson’s end. “Uh, the sponsorship deal you’ve been hounding me about? The only thing we’ve been talking about for the last couple months? That deal?”

Shit. Ever since I dropped all pretenses with Piper, I haven’t thought about that once. It’s been entirely out of my mind.

I bring my arm up to rub the back of my neck, embarrassed. “Yeah, uh, about that …”

“About that?” Colson’s voice is chilly through the phone.

“I kind of don’t need it anymore.”

There’s a small noise from his end, like he’s about to say something but stops himself short. Then another long stretch of silence. I keep rubbing my neck, because it’s growing tenser with embarrassment.

“You kind of don’t need it anymore.” Colson repeats my words back to me in a way that makes me wince. I can’t blame him for not being happy. I rode his ass about finding me a deal, and then when he finally does, this is what I have to say.

But I really don’t need it anymore. All those years of me saying I didn’t want to deal with the bullshit of sponsorships for the extra money, I was telling the truth. I still don’t, and since I don’t have to fool Piper anymore, I don’t need to now.

“Well, the thing is⁠—”

Colson cuts me off sharply. “Nash, do you have any idea how hard I worked finding this deal for you? Because every single time we talked, you spoke about it as if it were our top priority?”

“I—”

“Damn hard, that’s how hard. Do you know how much time I spent prospecting different companies? How many people I talked to? How hard I sold you?”

“I’m sure you worked hard Colson, I don’t⁠—”