Page 58 of Lethal Infatuation

"Yes, you can come over, but on one condition." I grabbed a hold of his shoulders, watching him raise an eyebrow and give me an amused look.

"You have to do facials with me."

TWENTY THREE

Nicolas and I wrapped up our conversation and appeared presentable again before Amala returned, despite the slick feeling that coated my pussy. The moment she dropped me off at home, I texted Nicolas.

The man must've driven at the speed of light, because after ten minutes, there was a knock on my door. "I hope you obeyed the speed limit," I teased.

"If it makes you feel better, then yes, I did. I followed the rules of the road like a good little boy," he mocked me, making me laugh and roll my eyes.

"Make yourself at home." I gestured to the couch. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Yes, but it's not exactly a beverage you'll have on hand." I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to figure out what exactly he wanted.

"Oh, if there's something you want thatI don't have, we could always go to the convenience store. It's only two minutes away."

He tucked his hands into his pockets, laughing softly. "Bless your innocent heart,mikrí petaloúda." He plopped onto the couch, sighing in contentment. His large frame made everything in my house seem so small. "Come sit with me."

I obliged, slowly walking towards him. He patted the area next to him, and when I sat down, he moved closer, ensuring our bodies were touching. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.

"It could just be my imagination, so correct me if I'm wrong, but I feel like we really connected back at the club." He stroked my hair, the action ever so tender.

I had revealed a glimpse of my feelings, but I could tell by the look on his face that he wanted to know more. "I agree with you," I said softly.

"You still haven't told me what you're so scared of." We looked at each other earnestly. The seconds ticked by and I could feel the warmth in the air gradually increasing. "Lay back for me," he said tenderly.

"Why?" I enquired, my curiosity always got the better of me. He cupped my cheek and I leaned into his touch, feeling every ounce of fear regarding vulnerability wash away.

"Can you follow instructions?"

"Of course—" He cut me off mid-sentence.

"Then do what I asked you or must you always question everything?" I bit the inside of my cheek, meeting his intense stare.

"Okay, I'll do it." My heart pounded vigorously as I laid back against the soft couch, letting my body sink into it. Nicolas watched me attentively, his eyes never straying from mine.

Each and every cell in my body felt like it had been set on fire and I grabbed a fistful of my hair, holding it backward due to the heat creeping up my neck and face.

"Good girl," he praised, running his thumb along my bottom lip. "Now, spread your legs and place both feet on the couch."

I couldn't protest because the look he gave me was intimidating, to say the least. I gulped softly, assuming the desired position.

God, I've never been this turned on before despite feeling extremely exposed and naked, which was humorous, because I still had my dress on.

"Do you know why I asked you to do this?" I dug my fingers into the couch, shaking my head. "Firstly, I can tell that you're afraid of vulnerability and this position is the exact thing you detest."

"How do you know that?" I shivered, the throbbing sensation between my legs intensifying with each passing second.

"You try so hard to conceal it, but I can read you like a book," he murmured, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my thong and slowly pulling it down my legs.

"And the second reason?" I asked, my chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

He dropped down to his knees in front of me, grabbed the back of my knees, and pushed my legs back as far as possible. "The second reason is that I've got an insatiable need to make you feel good. I want to pleasure you, I want to make you tremble, moan, whimper. God, just knowing I'm the one responsible for your pleasure makes my heart palpitate."

My head hit the back of the couch and I started panting. "This wasn't supposed to happen."

"What wasn't supposed to happen?" He trailed soft kisses along my inner thigh while maintaining eye contact, immediately setting me off. I cursed under my breath as blood rushed straight to my clit.

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