Page 49 of Best Served Cold

“You flatter yourself.”

“Do I? You’re the one who can’t stay away. You pulled me on stage. You told me to meet you out here. Now you’re the one who’s all up in my personal space. Admit it, Zaney. You want me.”

A torrent of fragmented memories hit at once. Noah’s big, hot body against mine as I danced for him. How he looked at me when I was the one to manhandle him, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to punch me or drop to his knees for me while I ground against him.

He flashed a knowing smirk. “But you don’t want to want me.”

“You’re forgetting something.”

“Hmm? What’s that?”

“You came to the club tonight. You let me bring you on stage. You met me out here. You’re not innocent in this.”

“Never said I was.” He shifted off the wall and stood up straight. “Now, are you going to move out of my way? Or are you going to do something about that?”

I followed his gaze to the front of my sweats. Fucking hell. I was hard. I hadn’t even noticed.

“What if I don’t want to do either?”

“Then get the fuck out of my way.” His big hand collided with my chest and he gave me a small shove.

I rocked on my heels. “That all you got?” I taunted.

“You don’t want to see what I got.”

“Coward.”

He pressed his hand against my chest harder. “You really think insulting me is gonna work? I’ve been called a lot of things in my life. You’ll have to do better than that if you want to make me lose my shit.”

“Fine. You’re not a coward, but you are a tease.”

He let out a bark of laughter and slid his hand up my chest. He paused at the base of my throat, his eyes boring into mine.

I stood still, keeping my expression blank as my heart pounded in my chest.

“I’m a tease?” Gently, he circled my neck with his big hand. “Who’s the one who made you come all over yourself?” He leaned in closer, his lips hovering over mine. “Who not only got you hard, but got you off?”

His hand tightened around my throat, but not to the point where my air was affected. The show of force was short-circuiting my brain and I was powerless to do more than stand there.

Smirking, he stroked his thumb over my pulse point. “Glare at me all you want. You don’t scare me.”

“You’re either stupid, or reckless,” I said icily.

“Probably a little of both.” He squeezed my throat a bit tighter. “Now, are you going to back up and let me go about my night? Or are you gonna keep trying to goad me into getting you off again?”

Adrenaline poured into my veins as Noah’s eyes went molten.

Not pausing to think about what I was doing, I shoved his hand off my throat and dropped to my knees.

“Holy shit.” Noah stared down at me in shock and awe. “Are you…”

Not breaking eye contact, I tore open his pants and freed his hard dick.

His skin was warm and a bit tacky, already slick with precum. I squeezed the base, barely biting down on a grin when his cock pulsed in my hand.

Slowly, I stroked up his length. His piercing caught on my skin. I pushed my thumb against it.

He jerked and hissed.

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