Page 67 of Nicoli

“Yes,” I whisper, barely audible.

He lifts his head and peers up at me with a mischievous grin on his face. His blue eyes sparkle with satisfaction. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. “Say it again,” he says between heavy breaths that fan the space around us in heated need.

“Yes.” My voice crescendos this time, an acceptance of a fate I can no longer control. But one thing I’ve learned since everything around us started to unravel is that Nicoli loves the game. He thrives on the excitement of it. And so do I.

I crash my lips on his, and our tongues collide. My fingers are weaved through his hair, and I wrap a leg around him to bring him even closer. He hooks his arm around my knee, and I’m shamelessly grinding against his hard length pressed against me.

Our breaths are hot gasps of passionate moans, and I wait for him to slip his fingers into the waistband of my tights before I inch back and break the kiss, and he leans his forehead down against mine. “I’ll move into your bedroom,” I say with panting breaths. “On one condition.”

“Whose heart do I need to cut out and place by your feet?” There’s a smirk on his face, but something tells me he’s not kidding.

I reach down between us, slip my hand inside his pants, and wrap my palm around his hard length, squeezing with just enough pressure.

“Jesus, fuck,” he curses under his breath. “Name it, Hummingbird, and it’s yours.”

Pre-cum beads on his cock, and I ease my thumb over it, spreading it around the velvet tip. Letting out a wild growl, he flexes deeper into my palm, slamming his fist into the wall next to me. “What the fuck do you want?”

I lean my head to the side. “I want you to take me to Myth.”

Nicoli goes rigid, and I’m pretty sure he just stopped breathing. “Abso-fucking-lutely not.”

I tear my hand from his cock and out of his pants, lowering my leg from around his waist and pushing my palm against his chest, forcing him back. “Then I’m staying right here in my own bedroom.”

Nicoli stares at me for a moment, looking like I just dropped a bucket of ice all over him. “You’re kidding.”

“Try me.”

He places his hands on his waist. His sleeves are rolled up mid-arm, his veins bulging beneath his tanned skin. “Why would you want to go Myth?”

“Because I’ve been watching you speed out the driveway at midnight going to Myth for years. I’ve heard the rumors and the hushed conversations between you and your brothers, and I want to see it for myself.”

“It’s a sex club,” he says.

“I know that.” I tug my shirt down, covering myself up. “And that’s why I want to go.”

“To a sex club?”

“Yes.”

“A sex club?”

I slant a brow. “Are you having a seizure?”

He licks his lips, and a slow smile creeps up his face. “You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”

I cross my arms, leveling him with a stare that tells him I’m, in fact, not fucking with him.

He swipes at his nose with his thumb, scoffing as he turns away from me, only to face me again a second later. “You’re serious.”

I let my arms fall to my sides. “Do I not look serious?”

He comes in close and cups the back of my neck, locking eyes with me for a long moment before he speaks. “What do you want from Myth? And don’t say sex because I’ll burn that fucking place to the ground if you do.”

I purse my lips, squaring my gaze into his. “I want sex.”

His eyes narrow into slits, his fingers tightening on the back of my neck, and I can practically feel his stare dissecting my brain. He licks his lips then lets go of me, taking two long strides back with what looks like a mask of new resolve on his gorgeous face.

I study him, not looking away for a second as the silence pulses with thick heat between us.

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