Page 70 of Fifth Avenue Devil

My hand slips under the hem of her skirt. I bunch it up around her hips. Her breath hitches in anticipation.

“You like when I touch you, don’t you?” I smirk at the growing need in her eyes. I kiss her neck.

"Please, Nate," she whispers, her voice desperate and needy. It only fuels my desire for her.

"Patience, Kitten.” I lower myself to my knees before her, keeping her pressed tightly against the glass. The power dynamics between us shift, yet there is no doubt who remains in control.

I start by pressing soft kisses on her inner thighs, licking and sucking at her sensitive skin. With each teasing touch, I can feel her body trembling. A moan escapes her lips, urging me on. Her fingers curl as they press into the glass behind her, desperate for something to grip.

"God, Nate,” she whispers. “Don't tease me.”

"Trust me, Annalise, I'm going to make you come," I reply. My hot breath ghosts over her clit. She writhes against my hands where they grip her legs.

A trickle of need sluices from her opening, taunting me. I kiss her clit and her muscles tense, her body releasing another wave of her juices.

I lavish my attention on her clit, licking and sucking it, swirling my tongue around it in tight circles. Annalise lets out a desperate cry, her hips bucking against my face. She’s already so far gone. It makes me insane. The taste of her desire is so sweet and intoxicating.

A second later, Annalise’s inner muscles tighten. She shatters, convulsing and crying out my name. Watching her come, knowing that I made her orgasm, is deeply fulfilling.

"Such a needy little Kitten, aren't you?" I tease as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, smirking at her flushed face.

She stammers, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment. She's never experienced anything like this before.I’mthe one introducing her to these forbidden pleasures. I let her ass slide down the glass and then help her to her feet.

"God. Shut up," she mutters, avoiding my gaze. The vulnerability in her voice only serves to make me want her more.

"Or what?" I challenge. I press her back against the glass window with my body. "You'll call that matchmaker of yours?"

"Leave Scarlet out of this. She's just doing her job."

"Her job," I chuckle. "To pair you up with some pompous old-money fool who won't come close to satisfying you the way I can." My fingers trail along her thigh, a reminder of the pleasure we've shared. "You don't need a matchmaker, Annalise. Not when you're being fucked by a sex god."

"Is that what you think you are? A sex god? You're an arrogant asshole, Nate Fordham."

"An arrogant asshole who made you scream his name," I remind her, smirking. "And I'd wager that no one else has ever done that before."

"Stop it," she hisses, pushing me away. "This doesn't mean anything, Nate. It's just sex."

"Is it, though?" I ask, my voice soft but insistent. "Because for someone who claims this is 'just sex,' you certainly seem to be enjoying yourself quite a bit."

"Maybe I am. But that doesn't change the fact that we're not good for each other, Nate."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Who says we have to be? Maybe we're just what the other needs right now. So why don't we just focus on what feels good?"

Annalise is quiet for a beat.

"I don’t intend to let Scarlet set me up. Right now, I have… whatever this is between us. That’s all I can handle.”

"Are you admitting that you're falling in love with me?"

"It's not like that," she retorts. She straightens her skirt and steps away from me, frowning. "I'm just saying that maybe there's more to life than the perfect pedigree and the right connections. There's something to be said for passion and chemistry."

"Is that what we have, Annalise? Chemistry?"

"You know damn well what I mean. I don't have feelings for you, Nate. This is just... convenient."

I touch her cheek. "Is that all I am to you, Annalise? A convenient distraction?"

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