But I’m too close to stop now.
Between my legs, Norah lets my cockpopfrom her mouth, letting some of her saliva drip before sliding her fist back down the length. With steady strokes, she watches me, gauging my pleasure.
Pulling me back inside her mouth, she works it at the same tempo as her fist.
Closing my eyes, my teeth clench together the moment the darkness transforms into visions of my enemy. Myrival. Theoneperson whose family I hate.
Norah moans, grasping my cock tighter. “Damn, Sly. You’resohard.”
I grind my teeth, lifting my hips to push into her mouth more. Letting go of my cock, she places one palm on the seat on both sides of my legs and takes me as far into her throat as she can.
With every thrust of my hips, she slides further down until I reach the back of her relaxed throat. She whimpers, causing me to slow, but she pulls at my hips and shakes her head around my cock. I let her continue guiding the movements, and once her hand reaches to my balls, I lose all control, having already been at the edge for far too long.
With a grunt, I hold her down on my shaft as I spill down her throat, coming with pictures of the wrong woman in my head.
My ragged breathing is the only sound in the back of the limo as she pulls off my cock and presses her thumb against the corner of her mouth, cleaning up the saliva and cum that’s leaked from the side.
She smiles at me, fixing her dress as she slides into the seat next to me. Leaning over, she kisses me on the cheek.
I can’t even look at her. My stomach churns for what just happened—all of it feeling so wrong.
The intercom sounds, the driver letting us know we’re about to arrive. I lower the partition as Norah curls close to my side, not saying anything, but the unspoken expectations I know she’s thinking practically scream through the silence.
White hot shame courses through me as the car stops in front of Norah’s building.
Shame for using her.
Shame for thinking ofsomeone else.
ForwhomI thought of.
Stephen exits the driver's seat, walking around to open the door for Norah.
“Thank you so much for an amazing night,” she says in a seductive tone. “I can’t wait to do it again soon. Call me?” She kisses my cheek and steps out of the car.
The door closes before Norah gets through thedoors of her building, and I’m grateful for that. My hands are fisted at my sides, my jaw tight.
“Where to, sir?” Stephen asks once his door closes. He’s looking at me through the rearview mirror, waiting for an address.
All I want to do is go home and wash the memory of Norah’s lips off my cock.
“The Kenna,” I say.
If only I could scrub the memory of someone else, too.
Chapter 12
Vinnie
Work has been a nightmare this last week.
A nightmare of my own creation, but still a living hell.
Since the luncheon, I’ve done everything I can not to think about what Sullivan Rochester said, and if there was any truth behind it.
I don’twantto care whether it was true. But I still find myself wondering.
Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment—inappropriately pining over a man who’s completely off-limits. Or maybe it’s because Sly Lucchetti is the only man in years who’s managed to spike my heart rate with a simple glance in my direction.
