Page 31 of Savage Bosses

“Tiffany,” Nico calls my name through the house.

“This is it, girl,” I say to my reflection. “Go get your man.”

Walking out of my bathroom, I head toward his voice. Nico’s house is huge. I’m borrowing the second primary bedroom. There are only two bedrooms on the first floor, his primary and then mine. His room was at one end of the long hall and mine is on the opposite end. I stop at the dining room and take a deep breath before heading into the foyer.

The moment I come into sight, Nico’s eyes widen, and a look crosses his face that reminds me of a large predator before it pounces. The vein in his neck throbs as his gaze rakes over my body from head to toe. No words are spoken between us. My heart is beating rapidly in my ears. I wonder if he can hear it.

He runs his thumb over his bottom lip and takes a step toward me.

“Niccolo,” a female voice calls. Nico stops moving and his gaze goes from hungry to apologetic in an instant. I quickly tie my robe right as a tall leggy blonde comes around the corner.

She’s yet to notice me because her eyes are fixated on Nico.

“Sorry, I had to freshen up my makeup, we can go now.”

“Tiffany, this is Vivian Long. An old friend of mine.”

Vivian finally turns to me. It takes her only a second to size me up and deem me unimportant, judging by the sneer on her face.

“Nic, we were more than just friends,” she says placing her hands on his chest.

I feel like an idiot. Of course, he wasn’t going to wait for me forever. I’ve kissed the man twice and let him go down on me just to pull away on some bullshit. What truly sucks about this situation is I can’t be mad at him because we aren’t together. He was probably tired of dealing with whiplash from my hot and cold behavior.

Crossing my arms over my body, I look at the wall over their heads refusing to let the tears fall.

“Mr. Basille, your ride is here,” Roc, Nico’s head bodyguard says.

“Let’s go, Darling,” Vivian purrs. She quickly turns to me. “It was nice meeting you, Tasha.”

I would have corrected her on my name, but she’d already turned and headed toward the door before finishing her statement.

I’m left in the foyer with only Nico. Silence surrounds us. His hands clench in tight fist at his side.

“Angel,” he finally says using his newly acquired nickname for me.

Holding up a hand, I cut him. Planting a smile on my face, I say. “It’s all right, Mr. Basille. Have a great night.”

Before he can say anything that could possibly make me feel more embarrassed than I already do, I quickly leave the foyer and head back to my bedroom. I need a drink to get over this night.

Thirty minutes, three shots, and a glass of wine later, I’m lying across my bed in my towel trying not to imagine Nico fucking Vivian.

Rolling onto my back I sigh as the vision of him pushing between her thighs runs through my head.

“I shouldn’t have had those drinks,” I admit out loud to myself.

Alcohol makes me horny. It’s also not helping that it’s been nearly ten months since I’d had sex. Mix that with me visualizing Nico with someone else. UGH!

I wonder is he looking at her the way he looked at me in that foyer? Is he kissing her with the overwhelming and dominating kisses he gives me. My thoughts turn back to that night a few days ago when he sucked on my pussy like it was a perfectly seasoned ox tail. Instead of running away, I pull him up from the floor and taste myself on his lips. I imagine the bulge I felt briefly that night while my legs were wrapped around him, is now pressed into me telling me how much he wants me.

Closing my eyes, I spread my legs, allowing my fingers to trace my inner thighs softly. In my head, I imagine Nico trailing soft kisses down my neck toward my aching breasts. I use one hand to grab one heavy globe and squeeze.

The Nico in my imagination drops to his knees in front of me once again, yanks my panties down and rolls his tongue over my clit. I moan as my fingers imitate Nico’s that night. However, my digits lack the length and thickness his had.

Slipping my fingers into my wet center, I drag them back out and circle my clit. Imaginary Nico looks up at me in my thoughts, his face covered in my cream as he tells me to be a good girl and come for him. He dives back to his meal in my head, and I rub harder on my clit.

My orgasm is fast approaching. “Fuck, Nico. Don’t stop.” I whimper.

“I haven’t even started yet, Angel.”

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