Page 29 of Seduction in Spades

“Anniversaries?” She hops up on the counter and swings her feet. I love how confident she pretends to be, yet I can see traces of nerves behind her eyes.

“Nope.” I move between her legs and rest my hands on the counter on either side of her thighs. Our mouths are inches apart and I lick my lips in anticipation of what’s to come.

“What do the numbers mean?” She asks in a breathless voice.

I trace my nose along her jaw. “Nothing.”

“Um.” I feel her throat as she swallows, and my beautiful seductress becomes the one seduced. “How do you...”

She moans as I trail my lips along her neck.

“Remember?” she moans.

“I have a photographic memory,” I whisper in her ear before tugging her earlobe between my lips.

“Oh.” Her body melts into mine.

I keep my hands on the counter as hers lift to my chest, then curl over my shoulders.

It’s a blessing and a curse. I can picture every curve of her body, every freckle, every scar. Only two. One under her left kneecap and another on the back of her neck. They’re both small. Impossible to notice with a casual glance.

My glances are anything but casual. If I tell her these things, I’ll scare her away. I’m already pushing it by taking the lead in whatever she has planned for tonight.

She made it clear in my office that she doesn’t want anything more than sex, and I still don’t feel right about going behind Trey’s back. I can write off what happened between Avery and me the first time as pure chance.

Tonight is premeditated by Avery and one hundred percent wanted and consensual by me. For now, I’ll honor Avery’s wishes and not mention whatever is happening between us to Trey. Hopefully, I’ll be able to convince her we can be more than fuck buddies, which would make it a hell of a lot easier when I have the dreaded conversation with Trey.

If we’re dating, I may be able to convince him not to chop off my balls. If he finds out we’re in a purely sexual relationship, I’ll be a eunuch.

“Nolan,” Avery moans and wraps her legs around my hips.

My cock bumps against the counter so I pull her closer to the edge and rub myself against her center. Her skirt inches higher on her thighs.

I can’t hold myself back any longer. I lift her shirt and suck in a breath. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

“I figured it would only get in the way.” She lifts her sweatshirt and flings it behind her.

I cup her breasts and bring one nipple to my mouth, sucking hard.

“Nolan,” she gasps again. Her fingers thread through my short hair and hold me tight against her while she continues to rub her clit against my dick.

I tweak her nipple and then switch, sucking and lapping on the other.

She releases my hair and skims her hand between us, loosening my belt and lowering my zipper. When her hand wraps around my cock, I freeze.

This.

This. Is. Heaven.

And hell. What we’re doing is wrong. I’m betraying one of my best friends, but I can’t stop now. I can’t pull away from Avery.

“Tell me you have a condom in your wallet.” She moves her free hand to my back pocket and takes out my wallet.

I tucked one away the morning after I met her, hoping I’d see her again.

“Thank god.”

I hear her tear it open and I slide my hand up her thigh until I reach the pot of gold.Golden pussy.Shit. I hated the term when Ryder tossed it out and got defensive about how the guys talked about Avery, even if they had no idea whose golden pussy had me tied up in knots.

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