Page 24 of Big Nick Energy

“Do you want me to make you cum?”

My heart was thumping against my chest. “Yes.”

“Is that why your pussy is so wet for me?”

“Yessssssssssssssssss.” As I answered, his fingers slipped underneath the satin and grazed my bare flesh. “Nic?—!”

His name muffled on my lips as he crashed his mouth into mine. As soon as our tongues collided, he slid his fingers through my wet slit and strummed my waiting clit, circling it methodically. His touch, his words, his scent, and years of pent-up desire rushed me to the edge of my orgasm. Rocking against his hand, I felt my entire body start to tingle. I whimpered into his mouth before I broke the kiss.

“Yes yes yes,” I panted.

“Listen to how wet you are,” he groaned, pulling away to watch me. “That’s a good girl. Cum all over my fingers. Yeah, that’s a good fucking girl…”

My eyes shut tight as I gave in to the sensation. I cried out as my orgasm ripped through my body. He played with my clit, extending my pleasure until I clamped my legs closed. Trembling, I let out a few ragged breaths.

“Well damn,” I exhaled before opening my eyes.

“Damn is right.” While watching me recover, he brought his hand to his mouth and one by one, he licked my juices from his fingertips. “You taste good?—”

The knock at the door caught us both off guard and we sat up abruptly. I had just enough time to close my skirt before the door opened up.

“Oh, oh shit—wait, what do we have here?” Jason asked as he seemed to realize who he’d just walked in on. He entered the room, arms crossed. “Ma’am, is this man bothering you?”

“Jason, get the fuck out,” Nick commanded.

“My bad.” He laughed, lifting his hands in surrender. “The meeting’s about to start and we thought your ass left.”

“Give me five minutes. Let them know I’ll be there in five.”

Jason shifted his attention to me and pointed. “If he puts his hands on you again, let me know and I’ll take care of it.” He then bucked at Nick and then ran out the room, closing the door behind him.

Nick let his chin fall to his chest and then exhaled loudly. “The door wasn’t even fucking locked.” He shook his head and let out a short, rueful laugh. “That could’ve been a problem. I’m sorry.”

I shook my head. “Don’t be sorry. I was the last one in the room. If anything, I should’ve remembered the door wasn’t locked.”

“No. I brought you in here. It was on me. I’m sorry.” He rose to his feet. “Now I have to go tell my dick to chill out so I can go to this meeting.” He leaned down and planted a sweet kiss against my lips. “And I can’t do that while I’m on this bed with you.”

I giggled. “Understood.”

He walked to the bathroom and as soon as he shut the door, I internally screamed.

Oh. My. God.

I immediately pulled out my phone to text Paris.

Asha James: Where are you?

Paris Brown: I’m with Tuck! He’s going to take me back to the hotel later, but I don’t think we’re going to make it to the kickback. Where are you?

Asha James: I know that’s right! I’m with Nick, but he has a meeting so I’m going to head back to the hotel! We’ll talk later. Have fun!

I put my phone back into my bag when I heard the water running in the sink. A minute later, Nick walked out looking as good and professional as he did on stage.

“You look good,” I told him.

“You look good,” he returned, walking toward me. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

I stood. “Brunch in the morning. Football game in the afternoon. Party at night.”

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