Page 83 of Caught Up

He made a low, tortured sound and spun me around, and then we were kissing. I tugged at his shirt, wanting it up, off, but he ignored the obvious request, and it made me wonder how bad the wound on his side really was. Our feet tangled, the back of my knees hit the mattress, and down we went, Junior managing to control the fall so we landed sideways.

He rolled us into a more central position with me on top and then pushed at my shoulders until I was straddling him. His hands landed on my hips, biceps flexing. With a tug, he dragged me over his body. “Get up here,” he said, voice rough with impatience.

“What do you—”

Another yank, and I was on his chest.

“Grab the headboard, Lauren.”

I did as he said, and he scooted lower, clearly intending for me to ride his face.

“What if I suffocate you?” I asked.

“You don’t have to look so excited by the idea,” he shot back.

I grinned. “It’d be the perfect murder.”

He laughed. “Then I guess that makes me your willing victim.” With a final shove, he disappeared from sight beneath the skirt of my dress.

My answering chuckle turned into a gasp as he tugged me down. Straight onto his face. One thing I was learning about Junior was that he didn’t fuck around; instead, he got right down to business. His tongue tasted my entrance and then pushed inside, curling, twisting.Oh, fuck.My fingernails dug into the headboard, and I held perfectly still, kneeling there, unable to bring myself to put any more weight on him, despite hisIf I die, I dieattitude.

A low growl vibrated through me, and I shivered, despite his obvious displeasure. He tugged again, harder this time, hard enough that I was finally pressing down. My eyes fluttered shut as he continued to devour me, that magic tongue of his making me want to grind on him despite my lingering hesitation. One hand left my hip and slipped beneath my dress. His thumb brushed against my clit. I moaned for him, loud, making up for how quiet I’d had to be the last time he touched me.

He pulled his mouth away. “Move, Lauren. I won’t say it again.”

And then his tongue was back and his thumb kept working me, and I swear I was going to do what he said but it just felt sogoodto stay right where I was that—

He spanked me.

I yelped, caught off guard, my eyes flashing wide.

Another slap, not hard enough to really hurt, but with enough force that it was obvious he was trying to get me to move. This was probably a good time to mention that I actuallyenjoyeda nice, firm spanking.

His hand left my ass again, and I glanced right to see it hovering behind me in idle threat. I shifted forward over his face, still thinking this was risky, but the act of squeezing all my inner muscles as I rolled my hips felt so good that I decided to it again. And again. And,oh, fuck, now that I’d started, I didn’t want to stop, because every fall had me pressing into his tongue and every rise had me thrusting into his stroking finger, and based on the encouraging noises Junior was making, he didn’t want me to stop either, so I kept going, my hands gripping the headboard and my hips picking up speed. I really hoped he knew his own limits and had the strength to push me off him if this was too much, because now I couldn’t seem to control myself.

His tongue stroked deeper, thumb worked faster, the hand on my ass shoving me forward like he was more than into this, and soon my back was arching and my head fell forward, lips open on a strangled scream as my pleasure peaked and I came all over his face. It was rough, messy, the first time I’d come in this bedroom in a long time without having to worry about lighting or camera angles or if what I was doing looked good. For once, all that mattered was how I felt, how he’dmade me feel.

I tumbled off him, boneless. “Oh my god, Nic.”

He crawled up my body, slowly, dropping kisses every few inches, shoving my dress up as he went. “Mmm,” he said. “I like hearing you call me that.”

I lifted my head to meet his eyes. “Nic?”

He nodded. “Say it again.”

“Nic,” I breathed.

“That’s the name I want on your tongue,” he told me. “Not Junior. And yes, I know you’ve been using it intentionally to keep some space between us, but I don’t want you to anymore, so cut it the fuck out, Lo.”

My pussy spasmed at the authority in his tone. “Don’t boss me around or I’ll come.”

He dropped his forehead to my belly, shoulders shaking with laughter. I wound my fingers into his hair, just because I could, just because I wanted to, and relaxed deeper into the mattress, loving the weight of him pressing me down, loving the fact that I had actually made him laugh.

A sharp ring cut through the room. His phone, always ruining the mood.

I let my arms fall away, forcing myself to keep quiet instead of telling him to ignore it. He’d promised to never interfere in my work, and the least I could do was return the favor. If he had to take the call, he had to take it, and I had to accept that this would be part of our dynamic if we continued spending time together.

With a groan, he rolled off me, tugging the device from his pocket and bringing it to his ear. “What?” He shot upright. “Where?” He swore. “I’ll be there in twenty.” He hung up, and the expression on his face as he turned toward me was tortured. “I’m sorry.”

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