Page 99 of Timelessly Ours

She bends her head to the side, giving me access to her neck and I wonder how I got so lucky.

“Nicole,” I start. “I told you I want you in my bed every night. But I don’t want you to think I expect anything.”

Her eyes gleam with question.

“I just want you close. I want you in my arms.”

With a cold glare, she drops her hands. Then turns and walks out of my bedroom quietly.

What the hell?

I run a hand down my face and am about to follow her when she returns seconds later with a pink stuffed bunny. She throws Rory’s toy at me and I catch it.

“If you’re looking for something to cuddle with, that’s all I’ve got,” she snaps, her tone icy and her eyes piercing. “I’d rather sleep alone for the rest of my life than with someone who thinks I’ll break if he fucks me.”

Jesus, I need a moment to process but I know she won’t give me one. “I know you’re not going to break,” I rasp. “I’m just taking it—”

“Slow. I know.” She lifts her eyes, her sharp glassy eyes. “I’m getting tired of throwing myself at you. Enjoy your night.”

I catch her arm and twist her back. “What do you want?” I growl.

She hesitates. “You’re only going to stop me.”

I swallow. “Try me.”

She searches my eyes briefly before dropping to her knees. Then lifts her chin shamelessly. This isn’t a tease. It’s a test. There’s no passion in the way she’s looking at me. No warmth. It’s a challenge.

Because I upset her.

And I’ll be damned if I do it again.

“Get up,” I say through clenched teeth.

She releases a disappointed breath and stands. The minute she does, I tear off her shirt, making her gasp, then push down her bra. “I want you topless when you suck me off.” I dip to suck one nipple into my mouth, swirling and pulling hard, making her cry out as I undo my belt and zipper. I can feel her quivering with need.

Wrapping my hand around her throat, I bring my lips to the side of her face. “Now get on your knees and take me to the back of your throat.”

Her breath catches and I feel her gulp under my hand.

I don’t backtrack. I don’t add ‘but only if you’re comfortable with it’. Clearly, that’s a sure way of making her walk out this door.

I even hesitate asking if she’s ever done this before. But God, I fucking hope not.

My cock springs out hard and aching for her mouth. She got me there the minute she dropped to her knees seconds ago.

I mutter a swear when her fingers wrap around the base, stroking me gently. Her eyes flash at my length and I want to tell her that’s not all of it.

But she’ll find out soon enough.

My sexy woman licks her lips before pulling me into her hot mouth.

I suck in a breath as her tongue circles my tip, tasting me decadently. Fuck.

A fiery burst of pleasure shoots down my spine and I fight the urge to pump into her. Feeling the need to get a fucking grip, I take a breath and look down at the beauty kneeling before me. I throw one hand to the wall while the other rakes through her silky hair, fisting it.

She moans, moving her head at a luscious pace, taking as much of me as she can.

It’s getting harder not to fuck her mouth as my dick grows, hardens, pulses. I tighten my grip on her hair and growl.

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