“And I said to wait.” I shimmied backwards, out of his grasp—and shoved him hard in the chest, pushing him to his feet in the process. “There’s something we need to sort out first. A score we need to settle.”
Keeping direct eye contact all the time, I stretched up onto my knees.
He was standing before me, naked and ready, a look of breathless confusion on his face.
This time, it was me who took a second to feast my eyes—letting them enjoy all those parts I’d never seen before. All those parts that had already gone into New York legend. An impish grin spread up my face, and he actually bowed his head with a little blush.
Then, for the second time that night, I beckoned him invitingly forward.
You won the fight, you get the reward...
For a second, he just stood there—staring. Then, tentatively, he took a step closer. His body stiffened as I wrapped my hands around his legs. It stiffened even more when I kissed him first on one hip, and then on the other. He sucked in a quick breath when I took him in my hand, and trailed a gentle finger down the side of my face.
“You said you’d never end up on your knees,” he breathed, flashing me a little smile.
I glanced up with a roguish grin.
“And you said you’d never beg.”
His face froze.
“Beg?
Who says I’m going to—FUCKING HELL!”
His head fell back in complete abandon as I took him into my mouth.
Truth be told, I’d always rather prided myself on this particular skillset. It was the kind of thing you honed over time, but thanks to my relentless employer, I hadn’t had the opportunity to use it in quite some time.
No matter. Judging by Nick’s reaction, I was still at the top of my game.
The faster I moved, the louder the moans. When I started teasing him with little flicks of my tongue, his fingers wound into my hair. And when I raked my teeth playfully down his skin, I thought he was going to fall apart right there.
“Shit, Abby,” he moaned, bringing his hands up over his face.
And that...is when I suddenly pulled away.
His eyes shot open, and he gazed down at me in breathless disorientation.
“What’s wrong?” he panted, trying to catch his breath.
I didn’t answer. I just shrugged a coy shoulder.
My hand was still wrapped around him, and his breath caught in his chest as I gave him a sudden squeeze. He reached for me, but I leaned back another inch, hovering just out of reach.
“Abby...what are you...?”
I shrugged again. This time with a sly smile.
He stared at my naked body for another agonizing second. Then his eyes widened in sudden understanding. His shoulders shook with breathless laughter, as he bowed his head with a grin.
“Abby...please?”
My eyes widened innocently, and I shook my head like I didn’t understand.
“Seriously?” He chuckled again, and shook his head. “This is a cruel little game.”
I shrugged—content to wait. But Nick had clearly had enough of waiting. And he clearly had not had enough of me.