Page 86 of Seduction in Spades

As tempted as I am to cup her mound, play with her tits, I don’t.

Sex. Just sex.

I grip her hips and pound into her, keeping this as carnal and raw as possible. Exactly the way she wants it. My balls tighten and my cock throbs, begging for release. I want to hold back to make this time with Avery last longer.

“God, Nolan. Harder.”

That does it. My fingers will leave marks on her hips. Good. Let that be a reminder tomorrow when she’s trying to make sense of this mess between us. The mess she’s insistent there be. I hold her tight and flex my thighs, ramming into her as hard as my body will allow.

Fuck. She’s milking my cock like a fucking glove. I tip my head back and grit my teeth, doing all I can to stay quiet through my orgasm. I don’t want her to hear or feel how badly she affects me.

Instead of leaning over her, stroking her hair out of her face, caressing her skin like I want to, I pull out and instantly wince at the loss of her warmth around me. She collapses to her face, and I climb off her.

“That was—”

Before she can finish whatever she was going to say, I leave. It’s an asshole move, but it’s what I have to do.

Not only to protect my sanity but to protect Avery from me.

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“For fuck’s sake.” Iroll over and scoop up my clothes from the floor. I have no idea what’s going on with Nolan or how to handle him.

The sex is hot. I loved it when he folded me over the kitchen counter, even if I hated what happened after. And tonight’s sex was hot as well. However, had I known he wanted me to touch myself so he wouldn’t have to, I wouldn’t have given in so easily. And if I knew he was going to leave the second he came,again, I would have made him work harder for it.

Lies.I can’t resist him no matter how hard I try.

He’s taken me from behind many times before, yet the last two times it’s like he did so to put distance between us, not necessarily for the angle. My body tingles from my orgasm—myself-inducedorgasm—and I punch my pillow to get comfortable.

I won’t chase him down or ask him what the fuck is going on. He won’t answer me anyway, so I might as well get something out of it.

When I wake in the morning, I’m no longer content withgetting something out of it.I don’t like this side of Nolan. It’s not who he is. I can only surmise his actions are because of the threat.

As soon as we’re all safe, we’re going to have a serious sit-down. I shower, dress, and expect a brooding Nolan to greet me in the kitchen. Instead, I find myself alone. My travel mug sits on the edge of the counter. I pick it up and crack the lid.

Hot coffee made to order. Interesting. I tap my nails on the counter and contemplate texting him.

Nope. Not caving. I toss my phone in my laptop bag and heft it over my shoulder. If he’s not going to drive me to work, I’ll ask Drake. I unlock the door and crash into a wall of muscle. Not the muscle that ordered me to touch myself. The muscle who I gave a chair and plate of snacks to.

“Hi, Hugh. Have you seen Nolan around?”

“He left before the sun rose. I’ll be taking you to the office today.”

Before sunrise? When I got up to pee shortly after he left my bed last night, it was three in the morning. I figured he was just coming in, but maybe he was leaving. Either way, I thought I was sleep deprived. Nolan has to be running on empty.

Nope. Don’t care. No guilt. It’s on him for being a dick.

“Lucky me. I’m sure you’re much better company than that prick anyway.”

I’m partially correct. While Hugh isn’t a cacophony of words, he at least isn’t a brooding grump during the drive.

“Thanks for the lift,” I say when he pulls up in front of my building. “See ya tonight.” I toss him an over-the-top wink, to which he responds with a chuckle.

I like Hugh. Hugh has a personality.

“We’ll see.”

I actually see him sooner rather than later. Hugh is standing at security when I get out of work nine hours later.

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