Epilogue #2
“You came here planning this,” I say.
“Yes.”
“With my mother’s help.”
“She likes me.”
“She gave my staff the day off so you could seduce me in my own study.”
Nina smiles, her cheeks flushed. “Technically, I’m not seducing you. You’re already hard.”
I look down between us.
She’s right. .
My cock is straining against my trousers, and she notices with open satisfaction before she reaches down and rubs me through the fabric.
I catch her wrist. “Careful.”
“No.”
I stare at her.
She stares back.
There’s the woman I fell in love with. Nina, stubborn and alive and wanting me without apology.
I let go of her wrist.
She opens my belt with shaking fingers, then the button, then the zipper. When she pulls my cock free, her eyes darken.
My jaw tightens.
She strokes me once, slow and firm, and I have to put one hand flat on the desk beside her to keep from taking too much too fast.
“Fuck,” I say.
“I know,” she says, smug and breathless.
I push her underwear aside and slide two fingers into her. Her hand freezes around my cock.
Her mouth falls open.
“There,” I say.
She nods quickly, no clever answer now, her hips lifting into my hand as I finger her hard and deep on the edge of my desk.
I watch her face while I do it. I watch every bit of control leave her, every stubborn thought replaced by the need to take more.
Her tits rise and fall under the soft dress, and I pull the front down because I want to see her properly.
Her breasts spill into my hands.
I lower my mouth to one nipple and suck it hard.
Nina cries out and grips my shoulder. I keep my fingers inside her and my mouth on her breast until she is shaking on the desk, wet around my hand, her legs tight around me.
“Luka,” she says.
I lift my head. “Say what you want.”
She glares at me, flushed and desperate. “I want your cock inside me.”
I kiss her once. “Good.”
I pull my fingers out, push her thighs wider, and line myself up. She looks down as the head of my cock presses against her, then back up at me, eyes hot and impatient.
I enter her in one slow thrust.
Her mouth opens, and for a second neither of us speaks.
She is tight, wet, perfect, and I have to stop when I’m fully inside her because the feel of her around me after two weeks of restraint almost finishes me too soon.
Nina digs her heels into my back. “Move.”
“Give me a second.”
“No.”
I laugh once, rough, then pull back and thrust into her hard enough to shove the desk against the floor.
She moans loudly. That sound does something to me.
All the careful distance of the last two weeks burns off at once.
I fuck her on the desk with both hands on her hips, deep and hard, watching her tits bounce with every thrust, watching her hands claw at the edge of the desk, watching her head fall back as she stops trying to stay quiet because there is no one here to hear except me.
“That’s it,” I say. “Let me hear you.”
She moans louder.
I grip her thighs and spread her wider, changing the angle until she gasps and grabs my arm. “There?”
“Yes,” she says, breath breaking. “There, there, don’t stop.”
The desk bangs against the floor. Something crashes behind us. I don’t look. I don’t care. Nina comes with a whining cry, clenching around my cock so tightly I almost lose control, but I pull out before I do.
She looks offended. “Why—”
I lift her off the desk and turn her around.
Her hands land on the wood.
“Oh,” she says.
I push her dress up over her hips and bend her forward, then slide back inside her from behind.
Her knees nearly give.
I hold her steady with one arm around her waist and thrust into her hard, my chest against her back, my mouth near her ear.
“You wanted the house quiet,” I say. “Use it.”
She gives a broken laugh that turns into a moan when I drive deeper.
I fuck her bent over my desk until her voice goes hoarse and my shirt sticks to my back.
She pushes back against me, greedy and shameless, and I slide one hand up to cup her breast while the other moves between her legs.
When I rub her clit, she curses my name and comes again, her body tightening around me so hard I have to pull out and press my forehead between her shoulder blades.
“Bed,” I say.
She looks back at me, eyes unfocused. “Now?”
“Yes.”
“I can walk.”
“I don’t care.” I lift her.
She wraps herself around me, kissing my jaw, my mouth, my throat, while I carry her out of the study and up the stairs with my cock still hard against her thigh and her dress bunched around her waist. Halfway up, she starts stroking me again, and I stop on the landing.
“Nina.”
“What?”
“You want me to drop you?”
“No.”
“Then behave.”
She smiles against my mouth. “No.”
I pin her against the wall.
She gasps when her back hits it, then laughs, delighted, and that laugh cuts through something dark still sitting inside me.
I kiss her hard.
She reaches between us, guides me back inside her, and I fuck her against the wall with her legs around my waist and my hands under her ass. It is rougher than I planned, but she takes it like she wants exactly that, head back, breasts pressed against my chest, nails digging into my neck.
“God, Luka,” she says.
“Too much?”
“No.”
“Tell me if it is.”
“It’s not,” she says, then tightens around me on purpose.
I groan and bite her shoulder through the fabric of her dress.
She comes again like that, pinned between me and the wall, her body shaking so hard I have to hold her tighter to keep her from slipping.
This time I nearly come with her.
I pull out at the last second and carry her the rest of the way to my bedroom.
The door is open. The bed is made.
It doesn’t stay that way.
I lay her down and strip her properly. Dress off. Underwear off. Everything gone until she is naked on my bed, flushed and damp and looking at me like she has decided I belong to her.
I remove my clothes quickly, with none of the elegance people like to imagine about men like me.
Shirt open. Trousers off. Gun placed on the bedside table because some habits don’t disappear even when the house is empty.
Nina watches me. When I climb over her, she reaches for my cock immediately. I catch her hand and pin it beside her head.
Her eyes flare. “Again?”
“Yes.”
“You’re insane.”
“You arranged an empty house with my mother.”
“Fair.”
I kiss my way down her body.
This time I take my time only where it matters. Her mouth. Her throat. Her tits. I suck one nipple, then the other, using my hands to hold her breasts together while she arches under me and says my name like she has forgotten every other word.
Then I move lower.
She lifts her head. “You don’t have to—”
I look up at her.
She stops talking.
“Lie back,” I say.
She lies back. I put my mouth on her and her whole body jumps.