“I suppose I could think of one or two other things I find…stimulating.”
“Just one or two?” I arch a brow and he spins his chair so we’re face-to-face. He reaches for me, his firm grip settling over my hips as I hike up my skirt and sink onto his lap, straddling him. “And here I thought you believed in being thorough.”
He opens his mouth to respond, but I don’t give him the chance. Nope. I cup his face and crush my lips to his, kissing him deeply and savoring the way his facial hair scrapes against my fingertips, scratchy and soft at the same time.
Nick groans and deepens the kiss, his tongue skating seductively along mine.
He tastes like chocolate and peppermint, one of my favorite combinations, and I can’t help but wonder if he has a secret candy stash in his desk. Then he rocks his hips, and I forget all about sweet treats as his cock glides along my core. It feels so damn good that I arch my back and give in to the urge to ride him like a pony.
So much for being a giver.
Right. This is about Nick. About taking his mind off this awful day. About giving him the kind of pleasure that will make what’s-his-name’s actions a distant memory.
God knows he deserves it.
I reach for his belt, making quick work of the buckle. The button on his pants gives me some trouble, but it’s not long before I’m dragging the zipper down, the tantalizingzzzsending a bolt of desire straight to my lady bits as Nick tangles his fingers in my hair, freeing it from the hasty braid I fashioned this morning.
“Your hair is gorgeous.” He holds up a strand for inspection. “You should wear it down more often.”
Not likely. I’m twenty-three. Getting people to take me seriously in the workplace is already a challenge. Flaunting my youth would only exacerbate the issue.
“Is that your professional opinion?” I ask, batting my lashes.
Nick smirks but holds my gaze. “There’s nothing professional about what’s happening between us, Scarlett.”
Isn’t that the truth?
And damn if I don’t love it.
I lift his shirt and a thrill races up my spine. Nick’s gone commando, his cock on full display. He’s long and thick and in this moment, I want nothing more than to touch him. To give him the same pleasure I experienced just last night.
Has it really only been a day?
It feels like weeks have gone by.
I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft and give him one quick stroke, twisting my wrist and gliding my palm over the head of his cock. Nick growls in approval and throws his head back, letting it rest against the soft leather chair.
“Christ. That feels amazing.”
I repeat the motion and he rocks his hips, thrusting into my hand.
How the hell do I—Scarlett Evans—have such a powerful man in the palm of my hand?Literally. It’s a heady feeling, knowing I can bring out this side of him, this raw, animalistic need.
“Not so fast,” I whisper, voice husky with desire. “I want to taste you.”
I drop to my knees before him. When I look up, his dark eyes are locked on my mouth, the golden flecks damn near glittering under the bright lights of the office. His nostrils are flared, and he’s gripping the arms of the chair so hard it’s a wonder they don’t snap off.
So this is what it looks like when Nick Hart is fighting for control.
A buzz of excitement heats my blood, the knowledge that he’s watching my every move heightening my senses. I slowly lower my mouth to his cock and give one long lick up the underside of his shaft before circling the tip like I’m licking an ice-cream cone. Nick shudders and a bead of sweat appears at his temple.
“Scarlett.” He cries out in exultation—my name a prayer on his lips—and a warm glow fills my chest.
Without warning, I take him deep, pouring my own desire into the act as I work him with my tongue, determined to push him over the edge and help him forget this shitty day. I fall into an easy rhythm and before I know it, Nick’s fingers are tangled in my hair and he’s chanting my name. When he tries to pull back, I don’t let him. Because despite his reputation—despite all the warnings—I want Nick Hart, and I want everything he has to offer.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Nick
