Page 48 of Wicked and Claimed

“Oh, there are your good manners. I’ll definitely reward those…” He rolled to his side, propping his head on his palm while trailing his free hand between her breasts, over her stomach, then down, down, down between her legs where she was already aching again. “Be a good girl and spread your legs.”

Instantly, she complied, moaning when he circled her hardening clit lazily.

“Hmm.” He nuzzled her neck. “You want me to make you beg before I make you feel good?”

Her breath hitched. “Yes, Sir. Please.”

He licked his way up her throat to nibble on her lips. “Then tell me your favorite TV couple. What’s the perfect romance to you? Ross and Rachel?”

Haisley shook her head, already fighting to string her thoughts together as he cranked up her need. “No. Too neurotic and indecisive. Too unable to get it together. Too…oh, that feelssogood.”

Nash laughed and brushed his lips over hers before leaning in to suck her nipple with long, strong pulls. She gripped the sheets and closed her eyes. God, he knew how to undo her so easily, and she loved it almost as much as she loved him.

He popped her hard tip from his mouth, then dragged his knuckles across it before cupping her breast and squeezing.

“Ouch.” She jerked involuntarily.

“Sorry.” Nash shifted his squeezing into a caress. “Too rough?”

“It’s one of those you-don’t-know-your-own-strength moments.”

“I get excited, baby.Youget me excited. Every minute I’m with you.” He kissed her until she lost her breath and her brain threatened to melt.

Did he mean that as romantically as it sounded? “Nash…”

“Baby…” he crooned back, then rubbed her needy clit again in slow, torturous circles. “C’mon. Give it to me.”

“You want me to come?”

He scoffed. “We’re nowhere near ready for that.”

Not true. She was, but… “Then?—”

“Tell me your favorite TV couple.”

“Jim and Pam,” she gasped out. As far as Haisley was concerned, this duo fromThe Officewere who every couple aspired to be. Friends before lovers. Funny, lots in common, considerate of each other, patient. Most especially, she loved that they’d finally overcome the bad timing, their awkwardness and shyness, and declared their love for each other openly, honestly, and without fear.

But she didn’t ever see that being her and Nash.

“The ultimate will-they-or-won’t-they couple?”

“That’s one way to look at it. All those longing looks, that slow burn…” Haisley wriggled and tried to focus on the conversation. Something in her brain told her this might be important, but his fingers and the dark weight of his stare was driving her wild. “It’s romantic.”

“He proposed to her at a gas station.”

“He loved her too much to wait.”

Nash stopped rubbing her to stare down into her face. “I thought you didn’t believe in love.”

“Jim believed enough for both of them until it came true. Their relationship was sweet. Don’t you think?”

“What about real life?”

Haisley’s heart started chugging. What was he saying? Had he changed his mind? “I never said I didn’t believe in love, just that it only happens for some people. The lucky people. Your brother and Laila. Zy and Tessa. Matt and Madison. Hell, even your bosses seem to be happily married.”

“So youdobelieve in love?” His voice dropped an octave, drizzled with a tone as sweet as syrup on a stack of fluffy pancakes. “Do you want love? Is that what you mean?”

Jim had the courage to tell Pam how he felt about her. With Nash pinning her to his bed and staring down at her, she had no place to hide. And her courage deserted her. She’d never remotely been in love—until Nash—and being the one to utter the words first terrified her. All his attention, affection, and pleasure could be gone in a snap if she spilled those three little words.

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