Page 114 of Seduction in Spades

Without a word, he takes my hand, and I either jog to keep up with him or fall on my face. We weave in and out of groups of people on the sidewalk. My mind races faster than our legs carry us. Is he mad at me? Did I say the wrong thing? He said all I had to do was speak from the heart, and I did.

Nolan appreciates brutal honesty. Spilling my biggest fears to him and telling him he has my heart is my gift to him, and I’m pretty sure he’s slapping it back in my face.

I’m nearly out of breath when I see my apartment building up ahead.

He ushers us up the stairs and punches in my code. He tugs me into the kitchen and pushes me up against the door as soon as it slams shut.

“How did you—”

He cuts me off with his lips on mine. His fingers dig into my scalp, his body crushing mine against the hard door. I love it. I love him.

I love Nolan Jones. Or is it lust? I don’t know if I can tell the difference.

I kiss him back with as much passion as he gives me. My hands tug at his coat, wanting it off his body. We’ve held back on our sexual urges for too long. Held back until I could commit to more than just sex.

Our hands are frantic as we tear at each other’s clothes. His hand is down the front of my jeans, and his fingers find my center.

“Sweet Jesus. You’re dripping.”

“If you don’t do something about it, I’m going to get my bunny.”

“Fuck that.” He inserts two fingers, and I gasp as I ride his hand.

My fingers fumble at his belt. I barely have it loose when I shove my hand down his pants and wrap my fingers around his cock.

“I need you in me, Nolan.”

He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he drops me on the counter. His fingers continue to pump in and out of me, and his other hand lifts my shirt and tugs down my bra, releasing my boob.

I fist his cock, and he moans as he draws my nipple in his mouth. “Fuck, I’ll never get enough of you.” He lavishes my other nipple with equal attention, then abruptly pulls his fingers out of me.

I gasp and squirm, missing him, needing him.

“Bed.” He latches on to my mouth and carries me across the small apartment, and we both tumble to the bed.

He breaks our kiss and slides his body over mine, dropping to the floor on his knees. “Lift for me, baby.”

I lift my hips and help him pull my jeans down my legs. When they’re free, he pushes his shoulders against my thighs, spreading them apart. I grab hold of his hair and guide his mouth to my aching center.

“God, yes. Right there.” His tongue finds my clit, and his fingers stroke me deep. I’m close, so close. I clench around his fingers and ride his face, screaming out his name as I orgasm.

He doesn’t stop until my body finishes with a dozen aftershocks.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Avery.” He steps out of his pants and fists his heavy cock in his hands. He picks up his pants and takes out a condom.

“I have an IUD.” I’ve had one for a few years, but we’ve never talked about it. I’ve never done this before. Trusted someone so deeply. “I trust you.”

“Fuck me.” He drops the condom on the floor and crawls over me. “You sure?”

“More than.” I wrap my ankles around his hips and pull him toward my center.

Nolan nudges the tip of his cock in me and closes his eyes, squeezing out a string of curses. “I can’t go slow, Avery.”

“You know how I like it.”

He opens those gorgeous blue eyes and pierces me with a lustful stare. I brace myself as he rams into me. I gasp and clutch on to his shoulders for support. He pushes harder, deeper, and my entire body slides up the bed until my head hits the wall.

“Jesus.” He scoops his arms under my legs and pushes them back until my knees reach my ears.

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