“Me what?”
“Well, you’re not going to finish yourself off, are you?”
“Maybe later,” I lie.
As much as I’ve relished every second of this, my focus snaps back to the mission.
Too many lives are on the line. I can’t afford distractions, no matter how intoxicating they feel. Even if I’ve just spent the better part of an hour utterly distracted.
But what was I supposed to do?
She was about to walk away—convinced I’d choose Kyla over her. And honestly? I still don’t think she realises what she means to me.
She’s a diamond in the rough, and only an idiot would let her go now.
“Do you want some help with that later?”
She really is ready to go again.
“We’ll see,” I lie again, the words smooth enough to pass for truth.
But I know damn well I’ll spend the rest of the night locked away in my office, mapping out a rescue plan for Kyla.
She deserves the life that was ripped away from her. And I’ll find a way to give it back. But it doesn’t mean I have to lose Nell to do it.
Except Nell doesn’t budge.
She leans in slowly, deliberately, her mouth brushing mine—soft, magnetic, pulling me back into her orbit like gravity rewired itself around her.
God, she’s going to ruin me.
She’s going to be the death of me.
And I think I might die smiling.
“I need to work,” I mutter, voice low, almost pleading.
But she doesn’t move the way I ask, instead, she folds herself into me, bracketing a thigh either side of my hips, her cum soaking my trousers.
The problem is, I don’t want to move her now. I want to drown in this bedroom, lost in nothing but fucking, eating, and sleeping with this woman.
Her hips shift with lazy precision, grinding against me in a way that makes my cock throb.
Don’t cum, I tell myself—like that’s ever been easy with her. It’s humiliating how close I am, and I’m not even inside her yet.
“I’m not done with you,” she says, all false command—like she runs the room.
If I wanted to, I could tie her up again and fuck her senseless. But I don’t have time for that, there’s work, responsibilities, the real world tugging—
Christ.
She lifts without warning, lining herself up before I can process. Then she’s grinding down, hips rocking with a rhythm so exact it shatters thought.
“You still don’t have time?” she asks.
But she already knows the answer.
Her lips hover inches from mine, taunting. But restraint isn’t my strong suit—not tonight.
