Page 167 of Naughty & Nice

He builds me up until my release is right there, and then he pulls back.

The smirk on his glistening face is pure evil, but I don’t get a chance to chastise him before Hendrix takes over again.

“Oh my god,” I cry, both loving and hating the change of pressure and speed.

They continue alternating until I’m sweating and trembling with my need for release.

“You said when we got home that I could come,” I whine.

“We didn’t say right away,” Wilder mocks.

“Please,” I beg, tugging on Hendrix’s hair in the hope he’ll take pity on me.

“Not yet,” he says, pulling back with a smirk that rivals Wilder’s.

“Nothing has ever tasted better in this kitchen,” Hendrix confesses as he stands, grabs my hands, and pulls me so I’m sitting.

“What are you saying about my cooking?” I quip.

“Nothing. You just taste better. See,” he says before slamming his lips on mine.

As he kisses me, he slides me from the counter.

Wrapping my arms and legs around his body, I allow him to carry me out of the room.

“Where’s Wilder?” I ask, breaking our kiss.

“Don’t worry, he won’t be leaving anytime soon,” he assures me as we begin climbing the stairs.

Yes. Take me to a bed.

As we step into my bedroom, I discover he was right. Wilder hasn’t gone anywhere. Instead, he’s just been getting ready.

He’s standing in only a pair of pointless boxers, watching as Hendrix places me on my feet at the end of the bed.

“Does your previous request still stand?” Hendrix asks, forcing my eyes back to him.

“Y-yes.”

Something hits the bed, and when I look over, I find a bottle of lube ready for us.

My stomach knots with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

It never even occurred to me that we might not have been prepared last time I made this request.

Wilder was right to hold back that night.

“Then I’m going to need to be naked,” Hendrix says, dragging my attention back.

He holds his arms out, allowing me to indulge.

Eagerly, I push his shirt up his torso, grateful for his help when he pulls it over his head. Wilder steps up behind me and unzips my skirt, letting it fall to the floor before his hands slip around my sides, cupping my breasts.

But as good as that feels, I need more.

Dropping my hands to Hendrix’s waistband, I make quick work of undoing them and dragging his jeans and boxers down his thighs.

His cock springs free, and I can’t help myself—I lean forward and suck him into my mouth.

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