Page 76 of The Naughty List Agreement

She wanted to make a memory that she’d be able to revisit forever. There weren’t that many good ones but Nick was starting to feature prominently in many of them. How would she cope when he moved on and she went back to her normal life?

She begun to understand how deep her feelings went for him. She’d rather have all the good times she could, no matter the price she paid later. This time, she knew how she felt about Nick. She wasn’t trying to get out of working with him, or just thankful for a holiday that was actually nice. This time she wanted to make love with Nick. To have sex be something more.

It scared her but, frankly, everything with this man did. He forced her to examine parts of herself she had never acknowledged were there. It had thrown her at first, but now she didn’t hate it.

She took a deep breath, needing to shut off the thoughts running around her head like a garland around a tree. Could he be with her purely because he liked her? Was there no other reason that he’d invited her to his ridiculously large but comfy home?

Her heart wanted it to be true, but how could she be certain?

What did Nick Bari really want from her?

Cora’s hands roamed over his torso, making him burn for her. He’d already decided that this time she wouldn’t mess with his self-control. He was taking his time with her. He wanted to explore every curve of her long legs. But his cock was already hard and it took all his willpower not to lower his zipper and take her here on the couch.

He pushed her top up further, until he could see her bra. She rocked back on his thighs, pulling it over her head and tossing it on the couch next to him. She unhooked her bra and took it off. He ran his finger down the center, past the valley between her breasts but he couldn’t take his eyes off her boobs. He cupped them, rubbing his palms over her nipples. She gasped and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she reached between them to undo his jeans and lower the zipper. Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she stroked him and leaned forward to push her breasts into his hands.

She rested her forehead against his and tried to steady her shaky breathing. Their eyes met and something clenched in Nick’s heart. There it was again. The hint of vulnerability from her. That tease that he wasn’t seeing the full woman. But she was right there. So close he could almost make her out. But she shimmered like a mirage, tempting him with the truth of who she was.

But before he could form a solid picture, she thrust her breast in his face, her hand in his hair guiding his mouth to her nipple. He suckled and teased, tightening and releasing the pressure while she rocked herself against his naked cock.

He was so hard now and so desperate to be inside her. Sensations were running up and down his spine. Chestnuts. He pulled away from her, setting her on the couch next to him.

“Nick?”

“I need a condom,” he said.

“I’m on the pill,” she told him. “Seems foolish to take a chance on getting pregnant.”

Given what had happened to her parents, he understood her need to be cautious about procreating. He admired her there for a moment, on the edge of the couch, her long legs folded underneath her, her torso bare, her nipples hard, and her blonde hair tousled around her head. He’d never seen anyone more beautiful.

Then he was in her arms, sprawling on the couch and pulling her on top of him. She wriggled until her legs were on either side of his hips and the feeling of her pants rubbing against his dick made him harden.

“Are you going to take your pants off?” he asked, trying to sound casual but very aware that the tightness in his voice was apparent.

“Maybe,” she said, her arms braced on his shoulders and her hands in his hair. She kept running her fingers through it, letting the strands slide through them. The touch sent waves of pleasure through him.

She liked to tease him and this wasn’t the first time she’d done it. Unable to wait any longer, he undid her pants and yanked them down her legs, pushing his hand into her panties and cupping her butt as she nudged her center with the tip of his erection.

Moving against him, almost as if she was caressing him with her entire body, he realized she was working her pants down her legs. Sitting up, he pushed them off for her, then she hopped to her feet and pushed her underwear down too.

He fell back on the couch. She shifted her hips from one side to the other. “This is me.”

All he wanted was Cora. Every bit of her. Her nervy confidence, sense of fun, and those long legs wrapped around him.

She held her arms out to her side so he could admire each curve of her body, which he very much did, and then she was straddling him again. She grasped his cock in her hands and ran her finger around the tip until a bit of moisture appeared. She smeared it down the side of his shaft as she shifted around, positioning it at the entrance of her body.

He grabbed her hips and held her steady as he thrust up into her. She was so tight. So hot. He had to clench his teeth to stop himself from coming the moment he entered her.

She took him all the way inside her, her hands on his thighs as she rode him, the way she had in her kitchen when they’d been dry humping.

This was so much more. So much hotter. He couldn’t have predicted how perfectly she would fit around him nor how deeply she would take him. But watching her enjoyment gave him the strength to hold on, to make it last. Watching her face as she took him into and out of her body was something he knew he would never forget for as long as he lived.

He wanted her to climax before he did. He wanted this to be the beginning not the end of the night. He parted her with his fingers, finding her clit and rubbing it while her own hand was pinching her nipple. He pulled her down to him so he could taste her passion, their lips meeting and her tongue sliding over his until she gasped, her muscles clenching in waves around his dick.

It took all his self-control to keep from coming. She rode him until she collapsed against his chest, her pussy still throbbing around him. Her exhalations stirred the hair on his chest, and he stroked his hand down her back to give her a moment to recover before he rolled her underneath him.

Pushing her legs up toward her chest and linking their fingers together, he started thrusting into her with a steady rhythm, building the tension all over again. She licked her lips as she arched underneath him, her nipples rubbing against his chest until he felt sensations spreading down his spine. She cupped his butt and pulled him harder into her as she made little mewling noises. He rocked harder and harder until stars burst behind his eyes.

She whispered into his ear. “Fuck me harder. Don’t leave me hanging.”