Page 135 of Implode

“I think the thrill of getting caught is making me extra horny,” I whisper. “Or maybe it is how your ass wears denim. I should have made you do a twirl.”

“I would have complied.” He kisses my lips and then lifts one of my legs to rest over his like two pairs of scissors. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I am stronger than you think.”

“You are the strongest and most beautiful woman I know.”

He trails a hand down my body, stopping at my apex. The pad of his finger teases my clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. He moves it lower and then slips it inside my warmth. After a few pumps, he adds a second and then hooks both to try to reach my G-spot.

“Ahh,” I call out, feeling my body come to life from just his touch. “Damn, that feels good.”

I reach for his cock and pump it with my fist, twisting and pulling with a soft pressure. I know I must be doing something right because the fingers inside me pause as Nic lets out a moan. Feeling powerfully feminine, I suck on his neck and hump his hand that is cupped over my core, all while keeping his cock entertained.

“You trying to end this in record time, my little vixen?”

“I want you to lose control like you make me do so often.”

He bites at my lips and increases his pace with his fingers. My breaths come out as pants, while my legs straighten and lock into place from the force of my impending orgasm. My head flies back against the pillow, as I try to keep my head in the game and pump my hand at the same time.

Nic exhales. “I’m close.”

The rush hits me like a hurricane, thrashing through me like a tidal wave looking for the comfort of the shore. Nic groans and releases his seed against my belly at the same time. Sweat coats my skin as I come down from my high, and it is then that I notice the sheets beneath me are soaked.

“Did I pee?” I ask, my eyes growing wide.

“No, baby,” he says softly. “Not that it would bother me if you did. You don’t need to be embarrassed around me. Ever.”

“What happened then?”

“I think you just had a super intense orgasm and you squirted.”

“Wow. That has never happened to me before.” I look down between us and see the damp spot that continues to grow in circumference. “I mean, I’ve read that some women can do that.”

Nic looks so satisfied that he brought me that level of pleasure, as he wipes my stomach clean with the top sheet.

The quick series of knocks on the door startles me, and I turn to see the nurse standing near the wall looking at me with a disappointed glare.

“This isn’t a hotel.”

“Based on the amount of money I paid for this private room,” Nic says sternly, “I would expect the staff to be a little more respectful.”

“You are cleared to be discharged, Miss Nettles. Unless you want to stay and enjoy dinner in bed? I was simply coming to inform you that the doctor signed off on the paperwork,” she says tersely.

I hope she knows that irking Nic with her snootiness is never good. Maybe she is new to the scene and doesn’t realize how much money the Hoffman family dumps into this hospital through charitable donations.

“Good,” Nic says with an edge to his tone. “See to it that there is a rush on it. We are through here.” Turning to me, he kisses my forehead. “We can eat dinner together in our own bed.”

“Yes, sir,” the nurse replies, borderline rude.

“What did you do to her?” I ask suspiciously.

“Threatened her job and the entire floor’s staff if they didn’t give you the best care and to allow us to break pretty much every rule they have.”

“Rules?”

“Visiting hour guidelines, number of people allowed to occupy the room regulations, and I also insisted on the private room despite them not having one ready. I had to advocate for Tyler to get the best care as well.”

“Making a name for yourself here, Nic Hoffman? Causing a bunch of ruckuses?”

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