Page 64 of Detention with Daddies

“Yours too.”

The flash of his grin has me rubbing my thighs together as he shoves his shorts down. His cock springs free, and I want him inside of me.

He spreads my knees apart and climbs over me again, this time, his hot skin is a sinful temptation. When the length of him glides against me, I grip his shoulders and rub myself against him until he groans against the shell of my ear.

“You’re going to be the end of me. Everything about you is utterly perfect.” His hips grind us together until he’s slick from my orgasm.

God, when he finally rears back to slide inside of me, I can’t contain the loud moan. He stretches me delectably, hitting every sensitive spot as he works himself to the hilt. The strong muscles of his pelvis tap against my sensitive nub until I’m shaking.

His touch explores my features, and the look on his face has my heart skipping. Our kiss turns into something that threatens to obliterate me in places I’m not quite ready to give him full access to, but I’m unable to stop it.

I dig my hand back into his hair and bite his lower lip. “Nick…fuck me. Please.”

The low noise that falls out of him breaks through the last of my barriers, and when we start to move together, I’m consumed by how much his presence soothes and overwhelms me.

But fuck, when he starts to thrust in earnest, I’m reminded of the power of his body and all of that carefully honed muscle and strength.

Nick’s hand cascades down my body, lifting my hips against him, finding a new angle that has me crying against his mouth. My eyelids fall to half-mast, and my world contracts to him, those blue eyes peering down at me with such earnestness that my control over myself slips through my grasp.

Every little move he makes, every little touch and kiss, it all adds up to an overpowered shove off the cliff, and I’m writhing in ecstasy.

He’s still pumping into me, riding that wave like the skilled surfer he is. His words drop into the haze I’m hovering in. “God, Liv. I love the way it feels to have you break apart around me.”

I’m a babbling mess, too far gone to respond with anything other than my nails in his back. My core pulses, unwilling to let the pleasure ebb too far, not with the way his cock hits the very ends of me.

“More,” Nick demands. “I want more. I’m never going to get enough of you.”

Somehow, my body obeys, and all of that shaky pleasure twists into a new climb. A higher peak. One where he’s groaning and out of control, finally meeting me in a place where we can crash together.

The funny thing is, when my body finally starts to settle under his, it’s his kiss that completely shatters me.

MATTEO

Angelica has been lurking around my office and nearby on my rounds, and I’m growing both suspicious and annoyed. She’s caused me problems before, trying to catch me alone and touching me without need. More than flirting. Intent clear.

I had to be firm with her that it was inappropriate.

I’m her boss. Her boss’s boss.

And it’s a line I will not cross. No matter what people are implying about my relationship with Olivia. Whatever labels we have or have not put on that. I have a feeling moving too fast with her isn’t going to serve me well.

Maybe she’s too young for what I want from her. She’s certainly mature enough, but that’s not the same thing.

I rub my face, cursing myself for letting myself be so distracted by her. How much I want her.

I don’t want to get in the way of her studies. Want to derail her career.

But maybe that’s the wrong train of thought. She’s not my ex. I don’t think she’ll resent me for wanting to keep her close. For wanting to help her. For proposing a life I seriously should not be thinking about yet.

We’ve only slept together once. We’ve never been on a date—unless you count the few shared lunches we’ve had in my office.

I don’t. Even if I want to.

Leaving my office, I spot Angelica lingering at the door next to mine. One that’s closed. One that she has no reason to be stopped in front of.

I pause a few feet from her, my arms crossing as I meet her gaze. She sways a little with a smile, fluttering her lashes. It makes it look like she’s got something in her eye.

My frown doesn’t deter her. Of all the people for it not to bother, it had to be this foolish girl. “Do we have a conversation about appropriate behavior again?”

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