Chapter 89
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My back arched up in pleasure, and he ran two fingers from my chin all the way down my stomach. Then a little lower. Then he started getting creative.
'Oh my gosh," I breathed, biting my lip with a moan as his fingers flicked and teased me.
In hindsight, I didn't know why I was surprised. The guy had always been good with his hands. But this was another fucking level entirely. At one point, his started trailing little kisses down my stomach, stopping only when my chain of diamonds got caught in his hair.
We battled with them for a moment, kissing and laughing, until he pulled himself free and brought his lips back to meet mine. All the while, his fingers never missed a beat.
There was a pressure building. One I didn't have a hope to control.
'Nicholas," I whispered, if only to say his name. My body arched and writhed against his hand as my lips came up to kiss his throat. 'Nicholas."
'That's it—enough." He yanked down the elastic band around his waist—just as wanting and impatient as I was. 'I can't take anymore."
He threw apart my knees and positioned himself in between, but before we could come together, I backed suddenly away.
'Wait," I gasped, propping myself up on my elbows, 'not yet."
He stared at me incredulously, trying to catch his breath.
'What the fuck do you mean, not yet?" He shook his head and reached for me again. 'I said enough, Avy. No more waiting."
It seemed as though Mr. Huntington was used to getting his way both in and out of the bedroom. My lips twisted up in a little smirk. He would have to be taught some manners.
'And I said to wait." I shimmied backwards, out of his grasp—and shoved him hard in the chest, pushing him to his feet in the process. 'There's something we need to sort out first. A score we need to settle."
Keeping direct eye contact all the time, I stretched up onto my knees.
He was standing before me, naked and ready, a look of breathless confusion on his face.
This time, it was me who took a second to feast my eyes—letting them enjoy all those parts I'd never seen before. All those parts that had already gone into New York legend. An impish grin spread up my face, and he actually bowed his head with a little blush.
Then, for the second time that night, I beckoned him invitingly forward.
You won the fight, you get the reward...
For a second, he just stood there—staring. Then, tentatively, he took a step closer. His body stiffened as I wrapped my hands around his legs. It stiffened even more when I kissed him first on one hip, and then on the other. He sucked in a quick breath when I took him in my hand, and trailed a gentle finger down the side of my face.
'You said you'd never end up on your knees," he breathed, flashing me a little smile.
I glanced up with a roguish grin.
'And you said you'd never beg."
His face froze.
'Beg? Who says I'm going to—FUCKING HELL!"
His head fell back in complete abandon as I took him into my mouth.
Truth be told, I'd always rather prided myself on this particular skillset. It was the kind of thing you honed over time, but thanks to my relentless employer, I hadn't had the opportunity to use it in quite some time.
No matter. Judging by Nicholas's reaction, I was still at the top of my game.
The faster I moved, the louder the moans. When I started teasing him with little flicks of my tongue, his fingers wound into my hair. And when I raked my teeth playfully down his skin, I thought he was going to fall apart right there.
'Shit, Avy," he moaned, bringing his hands up over his face.
And that...is when I suddenly pulled away.
His eyes shot open, and he gazed down at me in breathless disorientation.
'What's wrong?" he panted, trying to catch his breath.
I didn't answer. I just shrugged a coy shoulder.
My hand was still wrapped around him, and his breath caught in his chest as I gave him a sudden squeeze. He reached for me, but I leaned back another inch, hovering just out of reach.
'Avy...what are you...?"
I shrugged again. This time with a sly smile.
He stared at my naked body for another agonizing second. Then his eyes widened in sudden understanding. His shoulders shook with breathless laughter, as he bowed his head with a grin.
'Avy...please?"
My eyes widened innocently, and I shook my head like I didn't understand.
'Seriously?" He chuckled again, and shook his head. 'This is a cruel little game."
I shrugged—content to wait. But Nicholas had clearly had enough of waiting. And he clearly had not had enough of me.
'Please," he said again, softer this time.
His eyes locked onto mine, burning with intensity. An intensity that simmered over as I stroked my hands lightly down my naked skin.
'This?" I asked innocently. 'This is what you want?"
His teeth sank into his lip again. I was surprised they didn't bite through.
'Yes...that's what I want."
My eyes glowed with triumph, but I kept it off my face. Instead, I held my hand to my ear with a frown, and he finally threw back his head with a burst of sparkling laughter.
'PLEASE—damnit! I said PLEASE!"
I nodded sagely.
'And let that be a lesson to you."
Before he could reply, or more likely—strangle me with his bare hands—I grabbed him once more. Moving even faster this time. Sucking even harder.
...rewarding the please.
The two of us were already so riled up, it only took another minute for him to be ready.
'Avy," he gasped, 'get up here."
Instead of doing as he wished, I moved even faster—feeling each one of the muscles in his stomach go simultaneously taut. His eyes snapped shut with a breathless moan.
