Page 13 of Don't You Dare Marry Me

With damp cheeks and chin, Nicola pressed in even more. She moved her free hand up Abagail’s belly and across her chest, cupping her breast through her bra and squeezing hard until she earned a groan in response. Her heart raced.

She was really doing this.

She really had her face to Abagail’s pussy, her fingers buried deep inside her, and it wasn’t just about revenge anymore. It was about sex, pleasure, and the heat between them. She didn’t want to give this up. She wanted to keep on letting Abagail ride her fingers until she creamed against her. Then she wanted to do it again and again.

Abagail was going to be spent by the time Nicola crawled her way up to sit on her face. She wasn’t going to let Abagail get anywhere near touching her until that happened. Abagail cried out loudly, dropping her hand onto the top of Nicola’s head and tightening her grasp in Nicola’s hair. She pulled sharply as her body curled in on itself and she rocked into Nicola’s mouth.

The tense twitches were exactly what Nicola had been looking for. Nicola stayed right where she was with her fingers, continuing the slow movements and teases. She kissed her way up and over Abagail’s hips, along her belly. She slid her tongue against Abagail’s skin, tasting the saltiness, the roughness. Nicola kept the tease up with her fingers, wanting Abagail not to fall too far from the cliff of orgasm before they started this up again.

“Ma’am, we’re nearly there.” The driver’s voice reached Nicola’s ears, but she wasn’t ready to let Abagail go yet.

“B-back us into the garage.” Abagail tugged on Nicola’s hair and pushed her face back down her body.

Did she want to go again already? Well, Nicola wasn’t going to play that game. She was the one in charge here, even though she was fairly certain that Abagail would insist she was the one in control. Nicola scraped her teeth against Abagail’s hip and across the top of her thigh. She refused to let Abagail push her face any closer to her pussy. Instead, she just breathed in that scent, reveling in it and memorizing it.

Warren would roll over and die if he knew this was happening. Just that thought brought a smile to Nicola’s lips, and she bit Abagail again.

“Ma’am?”

“Just park,” Abagail barked out the order.

The driver got out of the car, shutting the door behind him. Nicola relaxed slightly, knowing they were finally alone—well, as alone as she suspected they could be. She was pretty sure Abagail had people all around her all the time, but that she was still one of the loneliest souls on the face of the planet.

“I’m not sure I can walk,” Abagail admitted, her body relaxing. “That was…intense.”

Nicola hummed, still kissing and scraping her teeth against Abagail’s skin. She hadn’t removed her fingers yet, still wanting Abagail to feel her inside, to know that she was the one in charge here. Then it hit her.

Shewasin charge.

“Get up,” Nicola ordered, pulling away and sitting back on her haunches. She loved looking at Abagail’s swollen pussy lips, the light glinting off the wetness that coated her still. Nicola licked her fingers clean and then pushed open the door. “Now, Abagail.”

Abagail groaned, but she pushed herself upward slowly.

Waiting outside the vehicle was the hardest thing that Nicola had done that night. Even harder than walking into the bar and finding Abagail to give the ring back. Even harder than pretending like none of this hurt her. Because it did hurt. Desperately. Heartbreakingly. She sucked in a sharp breath and held back the tears and waited for Abagail to step out of the car with her pants and shirt back in place.

“You better be well stocked with everything that I want to use on you tonight.” Nicola crossed her arms, loving the wayAbagail’s gaze dropped to her breasts before flicking up to her face. They were both in this for sex and nothing else.

“And if I don’t?” Abagail stretched her back, both hands just above her ass as she pushed her hips and chest forward.

“Then I expect you to find one of your minions and have them go shopping.”

Abagail chuckled lightly, her lips quirking to the side. “I’ll get right on that.”

Nicola glanced toward the only door that could possibly lead into the house and walked directly toward it. She was done waiting for Abagail to lead the way, and if she was the one in charge, then she was going to have to start acting like it. She heard Abagail following her, her shoes against the wood floors.

“Go up the stairs,” Abagail said from behind her.

Nicola glanced over her shoulder, surprised that Abagail had given her directions, but it wasn’t like she’d been in this house before. She raised an eyebrow when her eyes locked on Abagail’s hands at her front, pulling the buttons of her jacket loose while she dragged it off her shoulders and dropped it onto the floor next to her. Abagail gave her a pointed look in return.

“The room you’re looking for is the third door on the left.”

“And you’re stripping on the way up,” Nicola added, needing more of this strip tease that Abagail had accidentally started.

Abagail’s cheeks pinked, but she nodded and started to pull at the buttons by her wrists. “You seem to have sobered on the drive.”

“And did you?” Nicola answered, taking a step backward. Abagail started with the buttons by her breasts.

“No.”

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