Page 68 of Fifth Avenue Devil

“Saying that I’m nothing but a hot piece of ass was pretty harsh.” I tap my chin. “Tell you what. I’ll think about it.”

His lips twitch with humor. “Fair enough. Who was the other woman that was with your mom?”

“Oh, my new bestie? She’s a matchmaker. My mother texted me 911, then she showed up with Scarlet as a surprise.”

“Ah.” Nate seems to digest that. “So we both had unpleasant run-ins with our parents today.” He grimaces. “Nice.”

“Real nice.”

He pulls me close. “You can think about accepting my apology while I eat you out, if you want.”

“Oh yeah?” My lips twitch with humor. “Well, if you think it will help…”

He chuckles as he kisses me again.

Twenty-Six

Nate

Kissing Annalise feels as vital and important as breathing. I grip her hair and tug her head back, running my lips down the column of her throat. So many ideas are running through my head for things I want to do to her. Choosing one is a daunting task.

I want her in every conceivable position known to man.

As I nibble at her collarbone, Annalise digs her hands in my hair. She murmurs, “Teach me something, Nate.”

“Oh? Ready for another lesson?” I ask, my cock hardening.

She looks at me with half-lidded eyes and nods solemnly. “I’m your willing student. Do whatever you want with me.”

God, Annalise knows how to make a thrill run through my blood.

"First things first." I close the distance between us, my hand resting possessively on the small of her back. “Do you have any lollipops?”

She laughs. “No. Why?”

“I need one for what I’m about to teach you.”

“Umm…” She turns her head, looking back toward the kitchen, her brow furrowing. “I have a pack of popsicles. Will that work?”

The idea of Annalise licking a popsicle does wicked things to me.

“Perfect. Stay right here.” I settle her on the bed.

I walk to the kitchen. Sure enough, there is a pack of high-end popsicles in her freezer. They’re long and thin and will work perfectly for what I have in mind. I select the red color – it’s flavor is probably cherry or strawberry.

My lips curl into a satisfied smile as I open the packaging. Carrying it into the bedroom and seeing Annalise waiting for me on her snow-white bed does something to me. I can't help but smirk as I watch Annalise's eyes widen as I sit down beside her with the popsicle in my hand.

Her cheeks flush a delicious shade of pink. She tilts her head inquisitively. I know she's wondering what I have planned for our little lesson.

"Here," I say, handing her the popsicle. "I’m going to teach you how to suck my dick. This popsicle will be your prop."

"That’s a creative use of what I have lying around.” Annalise hesitantly takes the popsicle from me. Her fingers brush against mine. I bite my lip as a jolt of electricity rushes through my body.

I touch her chin with a finger and stare into her eyes.

"First, you need to get on your knees," I instruct. The power dynamics at play are crucial here. I want Annalise to understand that, at this moment, she's submitting to me.

The fact that she’s usually so hard-headed only makes it that much more thrilling.

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