Page 88 of Tangled Hearts
Nic stares at me for a second, then bursts out laughing. “How did I not know how food-motivated my boyfriend is? I feel like this is important information.”
I shrug, narrowing my eyes at him. “I’m not ‘food motivated.’ I just like it. Also, boyfriend?”
“You gasped like someone offered you a blowjob,” Nic says, deadpan, then his lips quirk up in a smile. “Yes, boyfriend.”
“I’m not sure that I agreed to that.”
Nic smiles, his eyes soft as he looks at me. “Oh?”
“Yeah.” I roll my eyes. “I’m pretty sure I would have remembered you asking me to be your boyfriend.”
“Eli?” I bite my lip to fight my smile as Nic grins at me. “Will you be my boyfriend?”
I can’t help but giggle. The whole thing feels a little juvenile, but hey, Nic’s my first boyfriend, and my stomach’s all fluttery that he actually asked me. “I’d be honored.”
Nic blows me a kiss, then sets the box down before grabbing another. My heart swoops. But also, ugh. Now I’m thinking about blowjobs. Although… “I think boba may be just a teeny step past blowjobs, just for your information.”
He carefully places the box he’s holding on the table and leans over it, getting so close to me I can feel his breath on my lips. “You really think boba is better than my mouth wrapped around your cock? Better than fucking into my throat. I’ve heard the sexy little sounds you make when I swallow you down, baby. I know you’re full of shit.”
I swallow hard, my cheeks burning. Ugh. I love and hate and love how flustered he makes me. “Just depends on the flavor of the boba,” I breathe, giving him a wink I don’t feel confident about at all.
Nic chuckles. “Sure, doll. I guess we’ll just have to see later tonight, yeah?”
“Sure,” I croak.
Nic leans the last bit forward, pressing his lips to mine for the quickest moment. “Back to work, baby,” he whispers before stepping away and picking up the box he set down to tease the fuck out of me.
Ugh. What the fuck? “Well, now I’m horny,” I whine, glaring at Nic.
He shoots me a look. A look that doesn’t help my horniness like… at all. It’s his fault, really. If it wasn’t so hot, and he didn’t smell so good, and he didn’t look at me like that and talk about blowjobs, this wouldn’t be such a problem.
“What would you like me to do about it?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.
I give him a smile. “You could get me off.”
He places the box he’s holding on the table and narrows his eyes at me. “Look around, doll.”
Yes, I’m aware this is not exactly the place to get off. He started it, though, talking about blowjobs and getting all close to me and stuff. “Please?”
He shakes his head. “Nope. You can wait.”
Ugh. “You used to be fun.”
He laughs out loud at that. “What do you mean, Iusedto be fun?”
“What happened to road head Nic fucking my face driving back from our date last week?”
I’m pushing it. I know I am, but it’s so damn fun that it’s almost impossible to resist. I quite enjoy watching the way Nic’s eyes flare when I do, though. The way his jaw clenches when I say something that turns him on.
“Road head Nic is dead.” He tries to press his lips into a firm line, but he’s not fooling me. I can see the smile he’s working hard to suppress. “Today you get responsiblewe’re in a conference room with your dads ten feet awayNic.”
I groan. “Like I said, no fun.”
He shakes his head with a laugh. “You know, the sooner we get this stuff taken care of, the sooner we can get home.”
That’s fine, but there’s something about watching Nic lean across the table that just… has my dick hard and throbbing. He likes to tease me that I’m just young and easy to excite, but I’m sure the real problem is that he just doesn’t realize how hot he is. How nice it is to watch his muscles flex under his shirt as he moves. How sexy it is when he does stuff. Any stuff. All the stuff. “It’s your fault.”
“How is it my fault?” Nic asks, glancing at me as he lifts another box and carries it to the corner.
