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I reciprocated the notion.
“To felonies, not relationships,” I murmured before I took a long sip. And then I dropped it because the last thing I needed was for my brain to obsess over the non-existent relationship between me and Nash.
“I think the fucker doesn’t recognize me,” Nash was saying as we exited the elevator on our floor.
“Be nice,” I retorted, rolling my eyes over his commentary about Gene, the front desk guy. “You’ve lived here for two weeks.”
“I am nice,” he said. “I’m just saying I don’t think he recognizes me. Just wait until the senile witch upstairs realizes I live here now.”
Ah, yes. They had yet to cross paths, and I wasn’t looking forward to it. She was bound to have opinions that I’d be stuck listening to. She always did.
I let us in the condo, making a quick mental note to get a copy of the key made for him. Somehow, I hadn’t done that yet. With everything else going on, I just hadn’t thought of it.
As I started to walk away from him, ready to end the night, Nash grabbed my arm. I made a ridiculous sound as he pushed me up against thewall. Before I could say a word, his mouth found mine. His body pressed hard against mine, and instantly, every nerve lit up with all the lust-fueled need I buried whenever I was around him. From the way his thickening cock rolled against mine, I wasn’t the only one.
“What’re you—”
He kissed me again, drawing a loud moan out of me. The way his mouth moved taunted me. Teased me. Drove me insane. And when his tongue stroked mine? I was fucking gone.
He broke the kiss, breathing hard with me, but he didn’t pull away. From the hold I had on his lapels, I wasn’t about to let him leave anyway. Two weeks of nothing had me wound up and desperate, ready to fall apart after just a taste.
“Isn’t there a law saying we have to consummate the marriage for it to be legal?” he whispered.
“Don’t think that’s on the insurance form,” I muttered. Capturing his bottom lip, I dragged my teeth over it and enjoyed the growl it pulled from him.
“And what if they ask?” he countered.
“I don’t kiss and tell.” And I definitely wasn’t fucking around and telling either.
“I think we need to be thorough, hot stuff,” Nash insisted. His lips and teeth drifted along my jaw, alternating between soft kisses and nips. I practically vibrated out of my skin with my need for him.
Fuck it. He was right. We needed to be thorough.
CHAPTER 42
NASH
Lincolnmademeferal.I liked his blend of pliability and need for control. I enjoyed pushing his buttons to see how he’d unravel for me and to see what version of him I’d get when he finally did. And after two weeks of nothing, I was ready to fuck him in every goddamn room of this condo until I was sure he wouldn’t walk straight for a week.
My dress pants did nothing to hide how hard I was as I walked him right into his bedroom. We were all hands and unsteady steps as we tore at each other’s clothes. Suit coats, shoes, ties, and everything in between. I couldn’t get the man naked fast enough. From the way he pawed at me, the feeling was mutual.
When he made a move for the bed, I grabbed my discarded tie. Looping it around his neck, I tightened it and used it to drag his back against me. The way his fingers dug into my thigh for support was a turn-on. I ran my nose along the column of his neck and breathed him in deep. Fuck, his cologne was intoxicating.
“I can’t think of a better leash to put around your neck while I fuck you than the tie I married you in,” I murmured. The little whimper he let out shot straight to my cock, enticing me. Encouraging me.
I traced the dips and curves down his stomach, enjoying the mold of his body underneath my fingertips. He tensed with anticipation as I wrappedmy fist around his dick. Taking my time to admire how he fit in my hand, I stroked him slowly. I kissed and licked my way down his neck while my cock leaked against the small of his back.
Fuck, I was so turned on by him. I wanted nothing more than to fill his ass with my cum. I wanted to see it dripping out of him as I bent him over the bed. I wanted to watch him ruin the sheets as he came undone for me.
“No foreplay tonight, Linc,” I told him as I tightened the tie slightly. “I want to be so far inside you that you feel me in your chest, do you understand me?”
His raspy little reply did nothing to help my control. God, I’d never wanted a man as badly as I wanted him. It didn’t matter that I’d had him. I wanted more. Needed more. For once, the voice in my head was silent, letting me thoroughly savor every inch of him I could get my hands on.
With him pliable in my arms, I bent him over the side of the bed. Shoving his face into the mattress, I gripped his hip as I repositioned his ass. The position put him on display for me.
“God, I love your ass in the air for me like this,” I murmured.
“Are you going to fuck me or just keep staring?” Lincoln demanded. I slapped his ass, the crack of my hand on his skin making him yelp. That yelp turned into a guttural moan as I massaged his balls, not needing to see it to know he was leaking for me.
