Only One Touch (Only One #4) - Natasha Madison Page 0,47
gets out. “She’s taken care of,” Nico says, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward his SUV.
He puts me in the passenger seat before going to his side of the SUV. He gets in, and just the way he handled that makes me so hot for him. I’ve never had someone take charge like that. They usually let me do my own thing. It’s what I’ve always wanted, what I’ve always thought I wanted. I was wrong. “I don’t like being told what to do,” I say, and he looks over at me, smirking.
“You’re lying,” he says, pulling out of the parking lot. One hand is on the steering wheel, and one is on the door. The black suit fits his arm so perfectly. The cuffs stick out perfectly, the monogram engraved on his cuff links. “If I wasn’t driving right now.” He looks at me. “I’d show you just how much you love me telling you what to do.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I say, looking out the window, afraid that if he sees my eyes, he will know I’m lying.
I can’t even focus on the ride there, my mind is playing everything that I want him to do to me. I cross my legs when I think of how he took me in a fucking closet. “What’s the matter?” I look over at him.
“Why do you think something is the matter?” I ask, pretending my body isn’t affected by him.
“You love when I’m the boss,” he says, and I roll my eyes. He pushes a button, and the gate opens. I look at his monster of a house and any other time I would be more interested in it. But right now my body has a really big itch and he’s the only one that can scratch it. “How much do you want to bet if I slide my fingers inside you,” he says, unbuckling his seat belt and then leaning over, “you’ll be soaking?”
I look at him, turning in my seat and I’m thankful this SUV is spacious. My back against the door, I put one leg on the dashboard and cock the other one up. I pull my dress up showing him that nothing will stop him from entering me. “Only one way to find out,” I bait him.
Chapter 20
Nico
“Where are you going?” I lift my head off the pillow and see Becca getting out of bed. I turn my head to see that it is just after five in the morning. “The sun isn’t even up yet.” I turn over on my back to watch and see where she is going. She walks over to the chair in the corner and grabs her clothes.
“I know.” She laughs over her shoulder as she puts on the black lace top that she wore two days ago. “But it’s Monday morning, and I have work.” She grabs the red dress and slips into it. “Go back to sleep,” she whispers.
“I can drive you.” I had the weekend off, which never really happens. After we got home from the party on Friday, we stayed in my bedroom for a good twenty-four hours without coming out. The both of us frantic to one-up the other person. I’ve never had this need before. I’ve never had this want before. “At seven.”
“I really need to get a run in.” She walks back over to the corner picking up her shoes. “I haven’t worked out all weekend.”
“I beg to differ.” Tossing the sheets off me and getting up. As naked as the day I was born.
“Naked Twister is not exercise.” She laughs, grabbing her bag. “What are you doing getting up? I can get an Uber.”
“And I can drive you,” I say, walking to her and grabbing her face, giving her a kiss. Her hands land on my hips. “You are wearing too much clothes,” I say when I pull her to me.
“God.” Her breath comes out in a whisper when I start to kiss her neck. “I was hoping to avoid this.” Her hands go from my hips to my cock. “I guess I could spare a couple of minutes.” I try not to laugh, with her there is nothing that lasts a couple of minutes. Nothing. It’s always one trying to outlast the other. “But I really have to leave by seven.” I don’t answer her because she drops to her knees and takes my cock into her mouth. I watch her take me into her mouth, her hand going under her skirt.