Page 153 of Red Flag
Last night, getting into the festive spirit, Ben and Griff had come over and I’d had at least a bottle of wine while we played a very intense game of Monopoly. After they left, Nix and I made our Lego cherry blossom.
“I’ll have to tire you out more,” he said and I could hear the smile in his voice.
I laughed. A proper laugh. “You can tire me out when you’re back.”
“Are you—are you sure?”
My thighs pressed together at the concern in his voice. I loved when he was rough, mymaître. But I adored the protective man who prioritised me above all else.
There was no one I trusted more.
We’d discussed my panic that day of the trial. I’d spoken to my therapist.
It was likely to happen again, I wasn’t delusional.
Nix knew that too.
But I wanted himso fucking badly.
With the lights on.
“So sure that I’m not going to move from this spot until you’ve fucked me within an inch of my life, Ass-mas,” I said, voice lower and slower than usual, deep and throaty but no longer from sleep.
His voice deepened. “Are you touching yourself, Livid?”
Damn, I hoped he wasn’t close to his mother. This man was always hard on the odd occasion it was me doing the dirty talking.
“Through my panties,” I breathed, running my fingers lightly over the lace.
How far away was he? His mum lived an hour away, I’d thought. He’d mentioned seeing her as she was going away over Christmas.
“Give me forty minutes. Forty minutes and I will rip them off,” he begged. “Just forty.”
Hmm, so he was willing to break a few speed limits for me.
“I suppose you are asking somewhat nicely,” I taunted. “But you are missing a keyword there.”
The phone muffled. His voice was raw. “Please. Please,Livid.”
“Mmm,” I moaned as I heard a car door close in the distance from his end. “Forty minutes,maître.”
“Fuck,” he grunted.
Damn, I could come just from him swearing in my ear. Like that time on the phone so long ago.
“Make yourself come,” he demanded, the engine starting. He cut out for a second as his phone connected to the car speakers. “I want the sheets soaking, I want your panties a differentgoddamncolour. I need you to be drenched, ready for me to lap up weeks’ worth of you.”
He coaxed me through an orgasm in the car, listening to my moans and praising me, telling me how he had missed those sweet sounds and hearing me fall apart.
How I’d fall apart around his cock in minutes.
“Twelve minutes, baby,” he said. “I’ll be home in twelve minutes. Don’t move. Keep going.”
But there was a loud noise out in the hallway and then a call came through to our bedroom speaker.
“Ignore it, Livid,” he demanded. “Focus on my voice and that greedy pussy. Nothing else.”
But the beep was so damn distracting. I pulled myself up from the bed to see on the screen that it was Stanley from the lobby.
