Page 136 of Inflame

“Okay, great,” I say, clapping my hands together. “We are due for some girl time.”

“Nic’s in charge of you both,” Graham says, his tone hard.

My arms cross at my chest. “I don’t need a keeper,” I say bluntly.

“You do when you are with my fiancée,” Graham counters. “You both are magnets for trouble.”

“I bet you we will not have a single incident while you are gone,” Angie chimes in, perking up over the idea of having me over.

Graham kisses her hair. “Don’t make promises to me that you can’t keep.”

“It’s not a promise. It is a bet.”

“And we know what happened the last time you lost to me,” he says smiling, making her blush.

“I really don’t need a keeper, though,” I say, looking over at Nic who looks like an immovable statue. If I push this, I know I’ll lose.

“Too bad you don’t get a choice,” he says flatly.

I scrunch up my nose at him and stick out my tongue. I can see his whole demeanor change, as he shifts his weight.

I get up from the couch cushions and exit into the break room where I fix a mug of tea, adding in my monk fruit sweetener that I have come to love. I add a little slice of lemon from the fridge and squeeze it into the hot liquid.

I feel Nic’s presence behind me but don’t even turn around to address him. “You are like my personal satellite, homing in on my whereabouts,” I point out.

Nic chuckles. “You act like your body doesn’t like the attention.”

“Oh, it does.” I pivot and look at Nic leaning against the door frame. He really knows how to wear a suit. My mouth waters just looking at him.

“Don’t stick your tongue out at me and then walk away.”

“Or what?” I ask, turning back around to stir my drink, humming to myself. I remove the tea bag and place it into the trash can. Then I continue ignoring him, taking a sip of my drink, my back turned to him.

Nic’s breath is at my neck. I can feel his dick pushed up against the small of my back. His hands reach around me. He places them onto the counter, caging me in. “Or you may just find yourself impaled on my cock where someone can walk in and see.”

“And this is a problem, how?”

I hear the slam of the door behind me and the lock clicking into place. Nic takes the mug out of my hands and puts it farther back on the counter, out of my reach.

“Brace yourself with your hands.”

I extend my hands and lean over against the edge of the counter. My dress flips up over my waist, and Nic’s gasp lets me know that he approves of my thigh highs and lace panties.

“Fuck, you are breathtaking,” he compliments. “This is going to be quick and hard.”

“Well, then hurry the hell up,” I goad.

“You drive me wild, woman.”

Holding my hips, he slinks to the floor and shoves his face into my crotch, licking me through the fabric of my panties. I can barely keep myself still, as he makes a feast out of me.

Before I’m able to orgasm, Nic stops and stands, lining himself up. He pulls over my panties and sinks into me with one sudden move. He knows I am ready. I am always in a permanent state of readiness whenever he is nearby.

He moves one hand from my ass and travels it up my side, making me squirm and thrust back against him. He gathers my hair with one hand, pulling it to allow his mouth access to my neck.

Our grunts and moans fill the small cavity of the room. Sweat beads on my forehead, as Nic completely has his way with me. I love him like this. How he completely removes the control from me, so I have no time to think. To obsess. To second-guess. It is just a feral desire coming to fruition.

“I hope my memory is embedded in your brain as I leak out of you the rest of the day,” he says, reaching around me and pressing his fingers on my clit.

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