Page 103 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

“Look at me,” she ordered softly.

He pulled in a breath.

“Nox… look at me.”

He took his time lifting his gaze until he reached her gorgeous face and found her focused on his. With their eyes locked, she held the base of his cock in one hand, curled the other around the back of his neck, then sank down slowly.

A satisfied sigh slipped from him when he was enveloped in what felt like warm velvet. And when her pulsing pussy squeezed his cock, a groan worked its way up his throat next. She caught it in her mouth as she pressed her lips to his, kissing him long and hard as she did what she said earlier… She kept her weight off both him and the chair as she slid up and down his length.

His hands slipped from her hips to her ass where he dug in his fingers, getting a good grip and feeling her muscles work as she continued to ride his cock at a steady, sensual pace.

With their tongues doing the Tango and her nails scraping along his skin, he lost himself in her.

For the moment, everything was wiped clean. His life a completely blank slate.

Nothing else existed outside of the two of them. Not her family. Not his. Not even any distant memories.

Memories that could derail this moment, if he let them. He needed to prevent that. So, despite the kiss, he opened his eyes and concentrated on the woman willing to have sex with him in this storage space.

Willing to deal with his issues, for some unknown reason.

The second he fisted her hair, her mouth popped open, and the kiss ended abruptly.

Did he fuck up? He remembered hearing something about Black women not liking their hair touched. He figured any woman, no matter who, wouldn’t like to be touched by a stranger, but someone they were having sex with? He wasn’t sure…

“Nox…”

“Sorry.”

She pressed her silky soft cheek to his. “No, don’t apologize… I want you to be yourself and to do what comes naturally. I’ll tell you if you step over a line.”

He had no doubt she would, but… “I don’t want to fuck up.”

“If you do, you’ll learn from it and do better next time.”

Next time…He liked the sound of that. “It’s okay, then? You’re okay?”

“I’m good. And so are you.”

“Good,” he murmured and used her hair to tug her head back and expose her arched throat. A vulnerable area that called to him.

He pressed his lips to the hollow at the base before working his way higher, nibbling lightly along her taut skin. Her groan vibrated his lips as he went. He drew his mouth under her chin and along her jawline. He did not release her hair even after he captured her mouth again…

ChapterTwenty-Three

Nox couldn’t get enoughof her mouth. Her smooth skin. The way her pussy fit his cock perfectly.

Her strength was impressive as she kept her word about not putting her weight on him or the chair, even when she lowered herself until he filled her completely and she circled her hips, driving his cock deep, before rising again. All the while, she kept their lips connected as they played tongue tag.

He lost track of time in their little cocoon. He assumed it was the same for her.

Neither had an urge to rush. Instead, they used those moments to appreciate one another. To appreciate their unexpected connection.

Despite this location not being the most ideal for what they were doing, it was a hell of a lot better than in her bedroom the other day when he was struggling to wrap his head around the idea of having sex with a woman other than his wife.

On Friday, he had flip-flopped back and forth. Questioned himself. Felt guilty. Unsure if he should even be doing what he was doing.

But he powered through it and Liyah was the perfect, patient woman to help him break through that mental block.

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