Page 14 of The Businesswoman and the Bartender

She was incredibly aroused but also desperately wanted to keep her cool, to appear worldly and unaffected by him. “You came prepared. You knew I was a sure thing, huh?”

“Far from it. I’m well aware that you’re out of my league.”

Unease slithered in, curbing the lust coursing through her veins. “I’m…what?” she breathed out.

One of his hands held both wrists above her head, and the other rubbed against her panties. Her hips bucked, and the stimulation was almost enough to distract her from his comment, but something—the fatalistic delivery, perhaps—kept her from discounting it completely. She attempted to sit up, and her change in demeanor did not go unnoticed. He released her wrists immediately and leaned back on his haunches.

April searched his face as she rested up on her forearms. “I’m not out of your league,” she asserted in a bewildered manner.

One corner of his mouth curled ruefully. “Just an expression.”

“Is it?” she murmured.

His throat worked, as if a million different answers wanted to escape, but he wouldn’t allow it. Finally, he said, “April, let’s just have a good time, yeah?”

“I don’t know if I can have a good time if you’re feeling…” She trailed off.

For one thing, she didn’t want to put words in his mouth. For another, she recognized that it was hypocritical to admonish him when she’d acted similarly—calling herself pathetic and saying she was a sure thing. They disparaged themselves easily as if it was second nature to them both.

“What I’m feeling is very turned on,” he declared, his voice husky and a deliberate strategy to squash the peculiarity that lingered.

Perhaps it was a defensive tactic to act as if they were both undeserving. Because when he leaned in to kiss her, the promise of heartbreak was in the action. But if they could cling to this counterfeit unworthiness, maybe the inevitable outcome would hurt a little less.

“I think you’re perfect for me,” she whispered against his lips, the truth of the matter winning out in the end.

And I wish things were different.

She left that part unsaid.

A wonderful sound of contentment rumbled from his chest, and the kiss went from hot to incendiary. Finally, he slid his fingers underneath the fabric of her panties. They groaned in tandem as he skimmed through her slick folds and finished the exploration with a firm press against her clit. With a deft touch, he rubbed careful circles against the swollen bud using his index and middle finger. Her pelvis tried to lift, searching for more, and he granted her wish when he pushed one finger into her pussy.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered, breaking the kiss.

“Fuck. So wet.” He straightened himself to look down at her and grasped one of her breasts with his free hand. “Christ.”

Deep satisfaction surged at his inability to string proper sentences together, and that feeling was compounded by his finger pumping in and out of her. There was something deliciously erotic about how he worked her with his hand while she still wore her thong. But eventually, he growled with impatience and pulled the piece of cotton off her body.

She hadn’t had a wax appointment in ages, but her unkempt state down below didn’t faze him, because his eyes flashed with hunger as his hand returned to her core. This time two fingers pushed into her heat, thrusting steadily as his thumb played with her clit.

“I can’t believe how wet you are,” he gritted out between his teeth.

She was able to joke despite the searing passion. “Several nights of unintended foreplay will do that to a girl.”

His laugh was devilish. “Well, it’s hot as fuck.You’rehot as fuck. Shit.”

Nick slid off the side of the bed and kneeled on the floor. With a firm grasp on her hips, he pulled her body closer, and she cried out when he leaned down and latched his lips around her clit, sucking deep. She squirmed and panted and turned herself over to the feel of his mouth on her most intimate place.

Oh God, she couldn’t care less that she was certain to get hurt when this was all over. All she could think about was how his tongue expertly lapped alongside the thrust of his fingers, coaxing forward the pleasure that had coiled within her body. Her legs were draped over his broad shoulders, and she dug her heels into his muscular back.

“Nick,” she moaned, her voice almost unrecognizable it was so laced with lust. “Oh God, oh my God. Please, please.”

His reply was muffled. “Hearing you beg is so fucking sexy.”

“Is that what you want? For me to beg?”

Although his fingers didn’t cease moving, he crept up her body until they were face to face. “I want a lot of things, April,” he whispered.

Her heart was beating a mile a minute, but it stuttered slightly at that quiet confession. Before she could unpack his true message, Nick flipped her onto her stomach and pushed her forward slightly to bring her lower body back onto the bed. Then the palm of his hand came down her bottom, the slapping sound reverberating throughout the room. She keened as a flood of wetness rushed between her legs.

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