“Do you even know this one’s name?”
“Uh-huh.” He dragged his tongue up the inside of her thigh. She always tasted so good to him, he could never seem to get enough of her. And hearing her order other people around did nothing but give him a brutal hard-on.
“I’m hanging up.”
Nik pulled his face away, but dragged Angie onto his lap. He positioned her so her head rested against his shoulder, her body splayed across his. He slid his hands under her shirt, grasping her already hard nipples. “Why?”
“Because I know when I’m being ignored.”
“Good point. I’ll call ya tomorrow.”
“I swear, you Siberians have no control—”
Nik clicked off the call. Damn South China tigers always thought they were better than the rest.
He took off the headset and set up the phone so it immediately rolled over to his voicemail. Then he went back to the beautiful woman panting on his lap.
He firmly gripped Angie’s nipples again, tweaking enough to bring on a little bit of pain. She groaned in response.
“I missed you,sugar,” he murmured against her ear.
“I didn’t go anywhere, hillbilly.”
“But you weren’t right here.” Where you belong. He squeezed her nipples again and Angie nearly writhed off his lap. He slid his hands across her skin. Nothing felt better than her flesh under his hands.
She gripped his thighs. “Stop fuckin’ touching me and fuck me all ready.”
Clearly Angie still needed to stay in control and the touching still seemed to be her last ditch effort for that. But for some unknown reason, Nik was determined to have her trust. All of it. He just had no idea why it mattered to him.
“Not yet, sugar.”
She dug her fingers deep into his thigh. “I see the ‘I don’t like to wait’ speech hasn’t quite sunk in.”
He released her, pushing her off his lap. “Go sit down in that chair.”
Angie glanced at the wing-backed leather chair and back at Nik. “Why?”
“Sit. Down.”
Huffing in annoyance, Angie stomped to the chair and threw herself into it. She crossed her legs and her arms and glared at him. “Now what?”
“Hike your left leg over the arm of the chair.”
Her face quickly slipped from annoyance to slight panic. She glanced out the big picture windows. She didn’t know he had the glass specially made so he could see out but once he closed those glass doors, no one could see in. Of course, she didn’t need to know that at the moment.
“Uh…”
“Hike your left leg over the arm of the chair, Angie.”
Biting her lip, Angie did as he told her to.
“Good.” He leaned back in his own chair, getting comfortable. “Now put your hand between your legs.”
“Nik—”
“Put your hand between your legs, Angie.”
If she bites that lip of hers anymore, she’s gonna draw blood.
With tantalizing slowness, Angie slid her right hand between her thighs.
“Pull the skirt up a bit. I wanna see ya.”
Another desperate glance out the window, then she pulled the black skirt up so he could see her hand and dripping wet pussy. And it was dripping wet. It glistened at him, making his mouth water for the taste of her.
“Damn, girl. You’re mighty wet. You must like the idea of being watched.”
“No, I do not,” she bit out.
“Then you must like the idea of being watched by me.”
Angie looked away from him and Nik fought hard not to smile.
“Get your clit good and wet, Angelina.”
Her head snapped around. “What?”
“Stop making me repeat myself.”
She glared at him. “And what if I don’t?”
“I tie you to the bed and leave you like that all night. I, of course, will sleep in the other room so you don’t seduce me into relievin’ that deep ache between your legs.”
“Bastard.”
“Just ’cause my parents didn’t marry, don’t mean you can call me names.”
Angie snorted out a laugh and her smile brightened his world as nothing else had before.
He lowered his voice, his rock-hard dick screaming to get out and into her. “Do it for me, Angie. Make yourself come. I wanna watch you.”
Her body shuddered and she closed her eyes, sliding her middle finger inside that tight pussy he couldn’t get enough of. She dragged the finger out, and pulled it across her clit. Slowly, she circled the tiny nerve-filled muscle. Her body tensed and shook, already so close to orgasm. But she fought it. She was embarrassed. He got the feeling she’d never done this before with anyone. Once again needing to trust someone enough to allow herself to be so vulnerable. Yet she trusted him enough to let him go this far, and he knew exactly what she needed to push her over the edge.
“Angie?” After a moment, she turned those beautiful brown eyes in his direction, but didn’t stop masturbating. “You thinkin’ about me right now?”
She licked her lips, then slowly nodded.
“About me deep inside you? Fuckin’ you?”
She nodded again.
Nik sat up, bracing his arms on his knees, his hands clasped together. “I’ve got you pinned to the bed. My body between your legs, my dick buried deep inside you.” He paused for a moment, making sure he had her attention. “I’m holding your arms above your head. You struggle to get away, but I don’t let you. I’ve taken control. And you can’t fight it. I won’t let you get away. Not ’til I’m done with you. Not ’til I’ve fucked you raw and made you scream my name, over and over again.”
He hadn’t even finished when her entire body went rigid and she groaned out an orgasm that shook her right down to the hot little stilettos she wore.
Angie couldn’t believe how hard she came. But before she even had a chance to recover, Nik knelt in front of her. He lifted her other leg up over the opposite arm of the chair and buried his face between her thighs, feasting on her pussy like a starving man.
Too much. Too much Nik and his hot body and amazing tongue. But at the same time, not nearly enough Nik. She was starting to feel like there would never be enough Nik. At least, not for her.
Growling, Nik pulled away from her and lifted her out of the chair. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, burying her head against his neck.
“You really like carrying me around.”
He shoved papers, folders, everything but the computer onto the floor. “Why not? You’re such a little thing.”
He placed her on the desk, then dug into the back of his jeans, pulling out a condom. She stared at him. Was he even remotely serious? He didn’t need to bullshit her to get between her legs. And, unlike most sane men, he didn’t fear her.
He looked up at her, his hands opening the packaging. “What, sugar?”
She grinned, shaking her head. “Nothing. Just having a moment.”
“Well, have it later.” He whipped his cock out, sheathed it, and had it inside her in seconds. His hands firm on her thighs, yanking her to the edge of the desk.
Angie gripped Nik’s arms, her fingers digging into the hard muscle as his cock dug into her.
“By the way.” He smiled. “The Ferragamos…” He looked down at her shoes. “They were a nice investment.”
In response, Angie wrapped her legs around his waist, making sure the heels of her shoes dug into his ass. He groaned, his hands tightening on her flesh.
“Aren’t they fabulous?” she panted.
So tight. So hot. He’d never felt anything like it. Like her.
After several hours of abusing the furniture on his entire first floor, they finally made it to the bed in her room. Now she straddled his waist, his dick buried deep inside her. She rode him. Hard. Apparently she used to barrel race. Explained those thighs. Horse-ridin’ thighs. Thighs that could snap a man in half.