Page 18 of Good Girl's Bad Lessons

He caressed her cheek in circular motions, warming her flesh with his palm. She pushed her behind into his hand, as moans escaped her lips. Encouraged, he swatted her ass, and she yelped. “This is for not listening to the rules,” he whispered.

“Isn’t part of your lessons to teach me to forget about my boring, good-for-nothing rules?”

“I’m talking about mine. Like how you didn’t wear the G-string,” he said, smacking her other cheek, this time harder than before.

She squirmed, shifting in front of him like she liked the game. Of course she did. Despite her congenial ways, a bad girl screamed to get out of Emma. And what kind of selfish man would he be if he didn’t oblige a woman’s wish?

He landed his palm on her again, and she whimpered, clutching the edge of the sink. Damn her. Quickly, a redness spread across her plump cheek, and he almost interrupted his spanking to kiss it.

Arranged sex shouldn’t be this much fun.

She liked when he was in control. And he liked being in control—since any way else was impossible, he could control this. Not the desire, but the execution, and he’d damn well take advantage of every second.

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Emma gripped the edge of the sink. The touch of his hand seared her ass, and the sting spread across the cheek, branding her. She offered her ass to him one more time, perking it up, and he groaned, then smacked her harder.

Her clit throbbed, anticipation pounding in her veins. Perhaps listening to her silent plea, he squeezed her cheeks, then kneaded them, the vigorous massage doing little to relax her.

No wonder women lost their heads over Nico—he was a goddamn sex genius.

His cock poked her, and she felt the cum trickling from his tip. She licked her lips and wished they were in a soundproof room and not in a suite thousands of feet from the ground.

Sure, his flight crew came across as discreet and professional, but she couldn’t shout from the top of her lungs with them around. And she wanted to—God, how much she wanted to.

She turned around, needing to see his face, to touch it, to kiss it. He lifted her feet from the floor and placed her on the sink, and she parted her legs, quivering with need.

He cupped her face and moved closer to kiss her, but then he paused for a moment, and those gorgeous eyes took her breath away. A blend of lust and another emotion she couldn’t detect—a dark sentiment buried in the golden flecks—gleamed in them, setting her pulse on fire.

He fused his lips with hers, and she kissed him with a hunger that astonished her. She stroked her tongue with his, loving the possessive way he nudged her thighs apart and inched closer. Feeling bold, she cupped his cock through his pants, his hard-on greeting her with the fast precision of a military salute.

“Yes,” he told her, encouraging her to keep caressing him. “Dio, Emma, touch me,” he said, then kissed her so hard she lost her balance for a moment. Nothing else mattered but their raw desire for each other.

She unzipped his pants, and fumbled with the black boxer briefs to pull out his cock. In her hand, it throbbed, the veins coming alive, as she felt his blood rushing to the tip. She traced the moist head, and with the tip of her finger, rubbed some of his cum along his hot rod. He trembled, and she loved it.

He slid his hand into her underwear, cupping her pussy, and she almost came then and there. “Fuck, Emma. This is all for me?” he asked, thrusting three fingers inside her wetness.

She writhed against his hand, in a hot search for release. He flicked her achy clit with his thumb, and she moaned. Loud, not caring who heard her at this point. Discretion be damned. She sank her nails into his neck, scratching him, a primitive part of her longing to leave a mark on him as he left one on her. Every time.

“Answer me,” he said, removing his fingers from her.

She whimpered, confused. A cold draft replaced the delightful, warm response his digits never failed to deliver. He pressed his hand into her waist, holding her steady, and stared down at her, his eyes blazing into hers. “What?” she whispered.

“Is this all for me?” he asked, enunciating each word.

“Yes, Nico,” she said, breathless. “It’s all for you.”

He plunged his fingers inside her, harder, deeper, without breaking eye contact for one second. She chewed her lip, loving how he grew in her hand, his thick girth expanding, only increasing her hunger for him. God, she wanted this cock inside her.

“Fuck me, Nico,” she said, tugging at his cock so there would be no mistake.

“Sweet Emma finally learned a bad word,” he said, nipping her lip. A bolt of arousal moved through her, fast, sizzling her nerve endings, driving her insane. “You deserve a prize.”

He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, his cum rubbing against her folds. She nearly combusted, and scooted to the edge of the counter to increase the friction. Instead of straight-up thrusting, he took his dick on a tour of her cunt, outlining her folds, teasing her clit. With the other hand, he pulled up her shirt and removed her breasts from her bra.

Shit. The man had a talent… “Nico. God. You want to kill me?”

He pinched her nipple, and a tingle shot up her breast and through her body, in opposite directions until it turned into a hot throb burning her insides. He pushed her down and soon began sucking her breast, his tongue tracing over her tight nipple, his mouth claiming her mound.

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