Page 82 of Release Me

I kiss her as soon as the words are past her lips, losing myself in the salt laced perfection of her sweetness. She reacts instantly, her fingers tangling in my hair and holding tight while my hands explore her curves, skating over the butter soft cashmere skirt she’s wearing that matches her sweater. I don’t know when I make the decision to pull it up, but one second I’m just touching her, gripping her ass, and caressing her hips and the next I’m guiding it up her thighs, exposing her skin to the coolness of the wind and enjoying the way it juxtaposes the heat between her thighs.

“Seb,” Nadia hisses, breaking the kiss and looking up at me with wide eyes that ask if we’re really about to do this. My answer to her silent inquest is a hand cupping her sex then gripping the lace of her panties and yanking hard so they relinquish their hold on her. It’s two hands on her waist, lifting her up and sitting her on the wide ledge, and two bent knees that put my face level with her pussy.

I look up at her, taking in her silhouette against the backdrop of the city where she found safety and security, where she found me. Her eyes are wide, her expression half fearful and half trusting. “Legs on my shoulders, precious.” Like the good girl she is, she obeys, and I kiss the inside of her thigh, running my tongue over the jagged lines of the scar I still don’t know how she got. “Good. Now cross your ankles behind my head.” Once again, she does exactly as I say, and I reward her with a swipe of my tongue over her clit. My intention was to take it slow, but the moment her sweetness hits my taste buds, I lose it, devouring her with hungry, open mouth kisses and unrelenting swipes of my tongue over her heated flesh.

Nadia squirms, and I squeeze her hips. “Stay still.”

“I can’t,” she says, both sets of her fingers tangling through my hair until she’s holding them like reigns. “It feels too good.”

Her breathless confession turns into a helpless moan when I drive my tongue into her pussy and moan when I feel her muscles ripple around me.

“Sebastian!” She screams, trading her grip on my hair for the ledge and dragging her nails down the metal. It groans in protest, but the sound is no match for the broken cries pouring from Nadia’s lips as she surrenders to the wave of pleasure rolling through her. She’s still in the throes of her orgasm when I pull her down off the ledge and spin her around, placing my hand between her shoulder blades and urging her to bend over. I use my knee to push hers apart and slip two of my fingers into her heat, testing how wet and ready she is for me.

“You’re soaked, Nadia.”

She rolls her hips, grinding her pussy down on my hand and whimpering when I take it away so I can free my dick. The whimper turns into an anticipatory moan when I run my tip through her folds, grazing her clit before pulling back to line myself up with her entrance.

“I want it hard, Sebastian. Fuck me until I forget.”

It’s not a request so much as it is a demand, an order I’m bound by heart and blood to obey, and by the time I’m done with her she’s forgotten everything that’s not my name and the slow glide of my dick moving inside of her.

“I’m still sore,” Nadia grumbles from across the table, glancing around to make sure no one overheard her.

We’re at Roku waiting for Nic and his new fiancé, Sloane, to arrive. When I heard the news that he’d gotten engaged to his late best friend’s widow, I was shocked. And when he told me about how he’d been secretly pining after her for over a decade, I congratulated him on finally growing some balls and offered to take them out to dinner to celebrate. They chose Roku—a Japanese place not too far from Cerros—because apparently it’s one of Sloane’s favorite spots.

“You’re the one who said you wanted it hard.”

A lovely red tint seeps into her cheeks, and she smiles, which makes me smile because it feels like she’s finally returning to herself after a few days of being in her head about everything related to her past and Beau.

“Yeah, but I didn’t think I’d still be feeling it a week later.”

I shrug. “What can I say, baby? I like to leave an impression.”

Nadia rolls her eyes, but her lips are still curved into a smile, so I know she’s not really annoyed. She goes back to perusing the menu while I split my attention between her face and the door, watching for Nic and Sloane. They arrive a few minutes later, both of them looking a bit disheveled despite trying to hide it. One side of Sloane’s cloud of curls is flatter than the other, and Nic has some of her lipstick on his neck. Despite the small imperfections in their appearance, which were clearly caused by a moment of carnal indulgence, they look good together. I tell them as much when they finally get settled at the table after a brief round of hugs and introductions. Sloane is seated beside Nadia and the two of them spend the first half of dinner exchanging compliments on everything from their hair, nail color, clothing and purses.

“Did we even need to be here?” Nic asks. The question is directed at me, but it’s Sloane who answers, cutting hazel eyes at him that are dancing with amusement.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous, Dom.”

“Not at all, angel. I was just wondering when you two were going to include us in the conversation.”

“Sounds like a bit of jealousy to me,” Nadia quips. “I would apologize for stealing all of your fiancé’s attention, Nic, but I’m not really sorry because she’s kind of amazing.”

“I know, that’s why I asked her to marry me.”

“Should I be jealous?” I ask, pinning Nadia with a questioning stare. “I don’t think you’ve ever called me amazing.”

“I have,” she says, taking a sip of wine. “Just never to your face.”

“Oh, I have to do that too,” Sloane adds, smiling. “You can’t give them too many compliments because then their heads get all big and their egos get super inflated.” She shudders for dramatic effect. “Who wants to deal with that?”

“No one,” Nadia replies, clinking her glass to Sloane’s.

I look at Nic. “You regretting this yet?”

He sighs, chewing a piece of sushi he just stole from Sloane’s plate. “You’re the one who insisted on getting together.”

“Next time we can just stay at home.”

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