Page 13 of Snow Harm, No Foul

I swirl my hips and grind down on his erection. A fleeting thought has me darting my eyes in the direction of the office door, finding it slightly ajar. I’m not interested in interrupting the moment to have either one of us close it.

The thought of someone watching what I hope Niko’s about to do to me only makes me wetter. I’ll dive into the meaning behind that later.

“How have you lasted with me on your lap, then?” I ask on a breathy exhale.

He grunts, sweeping his other hand up my waist to hold me beneath the thick band of my bra. “By tellin’ myself that there’s a better place for my cum than in my briefs, Ivy.”

“Where?”

Oh, god.

I’m so fucking hot I’m going to erupt into a living ball of flame in this man’s wide, steady lap. Right and wrong are lost, meaningless in this moment because this is the best I’ve ever, ever felt. And if Niko was who I was waiting for to be able to experience something like this, then I refuse to believe it wasn’t meant to be this way.

I’ve finally sorted through the basket full of rotten apples I’d been handed and found a glossy, juicy one. I’m ready to sink my teeth into it and take a bite.

“Where, Niko?” I ask again, the words nearly slurred with arousal.

Niko removes his hands from my body and inches them up between us. His knuckles stroke a hot path along the underside of my breasts and then my aching nipples, eliciting a whimper from deep in my chest. He keeps moving, even as I arch my back and push my tits against his hands, desperate for more. For him to spread his fingers and pinch my nipples between them hard enough to make me see stars.

I pout, wiggling in his lap when he ignores my need and toys with the top of my blouse instead, running the tip of his fingers across the silky fabric.

“You lack patience,” he mutters, utterly focused on where my blouse has parted.

“Patience isn’t my specialty.”

Humming low in his throat, he shocks me by pinching both sides of my blouse and yanking them apart. The ripping of thefabric is instant, and the sound of buttons pinging all around the office comes next.

“Niko!” I gasp.

My breasts bounce as I shift back and stare down at them, now exposed beneath the lace cups of my nude bra. I grow tense, the messages I saw shared about me and my body popping into my mind and pulling me back to that dark place.

I lift my arm, intending to drape it across my chest, but Niko grunts his disapproval and takes my hand in his. He brings it behind my back and holds it there, eyes flashing with a warning.

“Don’t hide your tits from me.”

My chest burns bright red. “You don’t have to pretend to like them.”

Again with that dark, displeased chuckle. He leans forward, bringing his mouth close enough to mine that I can taste the beer on his breath. I inch toward him, seeking the feel of his lips. He uses our linked hands to yank me back. I bunch my brows together and narrow my eyes.

Keeping a grip on two of my fingers, he releases the rest and starts unhooking my bra. I keep my eyes on his as he works, and a beat later, I feel the band give, the tension around my chest releasing.

Habit has me reaching for the cups still hiding my breasts with my free hand, but there’s no time to cover myself. In a blink, Niko has my bra on the table behind me and his palms on my tits.

A rough groan falls from his spread lips, and I think my eyes cross when he pushes my breasts together and squeezes. His thumbs find my nipples and rub them with soft, experimental pressure.

“Never seen a pair of tits like these,” he reveals, awe thick in his tone.

I push into his touch, my eyes falling to half-mast. “Don’t lie.”

Calloused hands move my breasts side to side, making them sway and bounce before pushing them upward. Then . . . then, he’s burying his face between them and cursing low and long. Turning his head to the side, he bites and sucks at the soft flesh before lapping at the sting with his hot tongue.

I go limp in his arms, my legs as open as they can be in my restricting jeans. My pussy is so wet I think I’m leaking through my panties. Shit, I’m so turned on that I’m shaking.

“Niko,” I whimper, jerking my hips to try and find some sort of friction.

He pinches my nipples before beginning to roll them between his thumb and forefinger. I feel it all between my legs. He might as well be giving the same treatment to my clit.

“Do you still want to know where I ache to put my cum, angel?” he asks, dragging his face from between my breasts to hover his mouth over my aching nipple.

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