Page 203 of Vexatious Queen

MARCH 7 – SATURDAY 7:23 PM

Ren

Once everyone had eaten and the men stopped measuring the size of their financial dicks at the table, it had actually been a lovely meal. The room hummed with energy. The flicker of candles and conversation made it feel warm.

“I know what I want for dessert,” Nash whispered in my ear.

His hand was already resting on my thigh, but then he slipped it under the hem of my dress and moved it into dangerous territory.

I glanced up from my chocolate soufflé. My father was chatting with Ronan and was thankfully unaware. I grabbed Nash’s hand and stopped him from going any further.

“Are you crazy?” I mouthed.

“For you…I’m committable,” Nash growled under his breath, and I forced myself not to wiggle in my chair.

He removed his hand, but his eyes danced with mischief. The candlelight around the room only added to his devilish look.

“Come with me.”

I looked around at my father’s guests. “But…”

He shook his head. “You negotiated the terms. I’m simply asking you to fulfill your obligation.”

I nibbled my bottom lip. This had seemed like a much less dangerous proposition when I suggested it. Now I wasn’t so sure. Nash pushed back from the table and stood. Oh, dear god, what had I done?

He took my hand and helped me out of my chair. I glanced around the room as we slipped out past a server. Liam caught my eye and gave me the smallest of smirks. Of course, he knew. Desire rushed through my body.

Nash led us down the hall, and I barely registered where we were going. He dragged me into a spare room, tucked away on the main floor, and didn’t even bother with the lights. The door shut behind us with a click that made me shiver. Nash cupped my face and pushed me back, pinning me against the wall. His mouth claimed mine like he’d been starving.

My skin burned, and heat rolled through me like he’d struck a match and tossed it straight into my gasoline-filled veins.

“I’ve been holding back since dinner,” Nash said against my lips, his voice rough and forehead pressed to mine. “Whatever you’ve done to me, you don’t ever get to undo it. I don’t want less of you. I want all of you, always.”

His lips traced slowly down my neck as he lowered himself to his knees. I couldn’t see him in the darkness, but I felt him everywhere. His hands slid up my thighs, pushed my dress higher, and spread my legs without apology.

I slapped a hand over my mouth as he claimed my pussy with the same hunger he had my lips. The sensation crashed through me. Nash never did anything halfway. He took, relentlessly, driving me to ecstasy with the same all-in intensity he brought to everything. My breaths left in gasps, and my legs trembled.

His tongue was insistent, swirling around my clit, as his fingers sank inside, rubbing over my G-spot.

The hand on my hip pressed firmly into my skin, anchoring me as a low groan tore from his chest. I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to. My hand fisted in his hair, pulling him closer as my body responded helplessly to the pressure building.

“Come for me,” Nash ordered, his voice rough. “That’s it. On my tongue.”

I whimpered, my body bucking as the sensation overwhelmed all my senses. My heart thundered as we raced ever closer to that glorious edge.

“Don’t stop,” I breathed. “Oh God… Nash… yes.”

The release hit hard, ripping through me so violently I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming.

Nash didn’t slow. He pushed me through it, relentless, until my legs almost gave out. I slumped against the door, still trying to catch my breath, when I heard the quiet sound of his zipper, and a fresh shudder rolled through me at the promise of what came next.

Cupping my cheeks, he crushed his mouth to mine, and I tasted myself on his tongue. Then he stepped back abruptly, leaving me off balance. He caught my hand and pulled me through the dark.

“Here,” Nash said, placing my palm on the arm of what felt like a couch.

“How did you know this was here?”

“I memorize everything.”