Page 32 of Savage Bosses

My eyes spring open and I sit up in my bed. Placing one hand over my heart, I stare into the hungry gaze of the real Nico Basille. He leans against the doorframe as he sips from a glass of dark liquor.

“Where’s your date?” I ask the first question that pops into my head.

He pushes away from the door and walks over toward me stopping at the dresser. He gulps the rest of his drink before placing the empty glass down. He then walks over to the foot of the bed.

“First of all, it was never a date,” he says undoing his tie. I watch with a racing heart as he drops the black silk garment on the bed. “I had a fundraiser tonight for my non-profit organization for troubled youth. She was going as a plus one. After the other night, I didn’t think you would feel comfortable accompanying me.” He removes his jacket dropping it onto the bed, then goes for the cuff links on his shirt sleeve. “But to answer your question, Vivian is at home. She’s a bit disappointed I canceled on her, but she understands.”

Watching him slowly undress, I ask the next question that pops in my head, “Shouldn’t you be at the fundraiser?”

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I’m right where I need to be. Besides, my brothers co-own the organization, they will stand in for me tonight.”

Swallowing the lump that forms in my throat, I try to remain calm. “Nico,”

He holds up a hand similar to the way I did him earlier. “Do you want me, Tiffany?”

Is he serious. “Yes,” my mouth moves on a reply before my brain even gets a chance to form a thought.

He yanks his shirt open; buttons fly everywhere. My eyes immediately go to his impeccable body. Golden skin, prominent abs, and broad shoulders. He’s built like a work of art. Even the detailed tattoo of Saint Michael on his chest kneeling and wielding his sword is gorgeous.

“Once I claim your body, there will be no more running, do you understand?” He drops his shirt on the floor.

I nod my head in agreement because my mouth is too dry to put together words.

“No,” he says sliding his belt out of the loops and tossing it to the floor. “I need to hear you say it. Tell me you’re done running from me.”

“I’m done,” I say the words in a soft whisper, but the room is silent enough for him to hear me.

“Good, now lay your ass back and spread your legs.”

The gruffness in his voice has my brain malfunctioning. I pause, instead of sliding down like he asks, I back up toward the headboard. A smirk comes over his face right before he grabs my left ankle and yanks my body toward him at the foot of the bed.

“Where’re you going, Angel?”

The towel that was once wrapped around me is now pushed up my body showcasing my most intimate part. Nico lifts my leg and places a kiss at the arch of my foot. He then slowly trails feather soft kisses down the inside of my leg, stopping every few pecks to suck the flesh into his mouth before going further.

He stops at my thigh and stands up straight. I stare back at him as my chest heaves up and down.

“What’s wro…” my words are cut short when Nico grabs my hips and lifts them to his face. He wraps his mouth around my clit and sucks yanking the orgasm that was dancing on the surface earlier to come full blown. I scream my release as my nails scratch at the sheets beneath me.

Nico eats my pussy as if it’s his favorite meal. My thighs are pressed against his ears and my legs are over his shoulders. My entire body, except for my shoulders and head, is off the bed.

Another orgasm roars to life in me and I squirm in his grip, my clit becoming too sensitive for his talented tongue. Without explaining it, he abandons my nub and sticks his tongue inside of me lapping up every ounce of my essence.

“Oooh…. Shit…,” I moan enjoying the new sensation.

Once he’s cleaned me thoroughly with his tongue, he lowers my body to the bed. I lay sprawled out beneath him like a wet rag. I’m already spent and we’ve yet to have sex.

“Angel, you taste so damn good I can feast on you forever and never grow tired.” To further get his point across, he licks his lips taking in the mess I made on his mouth.

Pushing up on my elbows, I smirk. “I haven’t tasted you yet?”

He cocks his head to the side, his eyes narrowing at me. His hands go to the button of his suit pants. I watch in rapt interest as he pops the button and unzips his pants. In one quick movement he’s out of both his bottoms and his boxers. He’s now standing before me in all his naked glory and it’s in that moment that I realize I’ve just stepped in the shit. Nico is huge. Marcus was a good size, and our first time hurt like hell. But Nico is long and wide. His dick is what dildos are shaped after.

He chuckles, causing me to look up at him. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt… much.”

He places a knee on the bed, and I scoot back. I’m not sure if I’m giving him space or running from him again. He wraps a hand around my neck, stopping my movements. His brown eyes stare deep into mine. I want this. Despite some of the fight leaving me after seeing what he’s working with, I still want this.

I guess he reads that in my eyes. He lets go of my neck. “Put me in.”

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