Page 67 of Worth Every Penny

“What do you want?” he whispers, and the sound sends a ripple of liquid desire through me. “Did you like what you saw earlier? How much I want you? How fucking hard you make me?”

Yes. I want to scream it, but my mouth won’t form the word. I put one hand against his chest, feeling the firmness of his pecs beneath. I don’t know if I mean to push him away or draw him closer, but the raw masculinity that radiates off him sets up a flame of need within me.

I step back so I’m pressed against the wall and he follows me, caging me in with his arms. Every nerve ending sparks like I'm a box of matches and Nico's lit the entire thing at once. I never imagined it would feel likethis. It’s all I can do to resist the urge to tear at his clothes.

That someone could open a door and find us at any second only increases my sense of urgency as fear mingles with lust.

“Do you want me to fuck you? Is that what this is?” He lifts the bra strap at my shoulder, slowly running his finger under it. “You’re Jack’s little sister. And my employee. I shouldn’t touch you at all.”

“No,” I whisper. “You shouldn’t.” My breathing is embarrassingly loud, embarrassinglydesperate. I haven’t had sex in years, and even then it was perfunctory and unsatisfying. Right now I’m so turned on I’m almost delirious.

“Touch yourself then,” he growls, shifting closer to me.

His words have desire unfurling within me just as the length of his cock presses against my thigh. I gasp and bite my lip to muffle the sound.He feels huge. A thrill fires through me at the idea that I make him hard. My fingers itch to reach out and touch him, but panic freezes me in place.

“Let me see you come,” he commands. “I’d say that’s only fair.”

A choked affirmative sounds in my throat, and Nico’s eyes smoulder with desire. It’s ten times the expression I saw in the study. “Do I make you wet?” His voice is a soft, seductive stroke in the darkness.

On cue, a gush of moisture floods between my legs. “Mmm,” I murmur, but I might as well be screamingyes, yes, yes, because the meaning of my moan is just as clear.

“I want to hear it. I want to hear how wet you are for me.”

Did he just say that?The hall is quiet, other than the sound of our breathing, which to my ears blasts loud enough to wake the dead.This isinsane. Maybe I am dreaming…

Nico presses his forehead to mine. “You’ve seen what you do to me. It’s your turn. Show me. Show me how much you want me.”

Even if he didn’t have me pinned against the wall, the coil of latent pleasure waiting to unravel in my core wouldn’t let me walk away. I hold his gaze as I slide my hand into the lace of my underwear. I hesitate, my hand brushing the top of the fabric. “I’ve never done this… for anyone.”

A deep noise rumbles in Nico’s throat. “Then let me be the first.” He runs his hand over the bare skin of my hip, his touch like fire as he slides my underwear down my thighs, giving me more access. I wriggle, allowing my panties to fall to the floor. I kick them to the side before Nico nudges my legs apart with his foot.

How was it this easy for him to get me here?

“God, I hate you,” I hiss under my breath.

The warm breath of a chuckle hits my cheek. “Keep telling yourself that.”

His confidence only increases his appeal, making me more eager to do as he asks. I edge my fingers lower, sliding them along my slit. I’m soaked. As I move my hand, the sound of my arousal fills the space, exposing my need.

Panicking, I cease the movement. This is too much. I can’t do it.

“Don’t stop,” he murmurs, his thigh sliding between mine to spread me wider. “I want to see you come. I want to hear you moan my name.”

And just like that, I’m lost once more to the thrill of his words, his voice, the intoxicating desire that pulses beneath the sound. They’re all the encouragement I need, my body aching for friction, the building pressure in my clit desperate for relief.

“That’s it,” he coaxes as I move my fingers, sliding one inside, then another, wishing it was him doing it. His fingers, his hand, his touch. I arch my hips towards him to find some purchase against his body, but he tuts and shifts just out of reach.

“Look at me,” he instructs, and I can’t help but obey.

I meet his gaze as I drag my fingers forward, pulling wetness up to my clit, making circular motions over it with slick fingers. I grab his shoulder with my other hand, digging my nails into the soft cotton of his shirt, desperate for something to anchor me. A small moan leaks from my mouth as the pressure builds.

“Good girl.” He grabs my thigh, bringing it to rest up on his hip. “Faster now.”

“Please,” I mutter between moans, “touch me.”

He shakes his head and murmurs, “Not this time.”

I’m nearly out of my mind with pleasure, but I cling to his words.Not this time.Will there be another time? Will I have Nico Hawkston like this again?

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