Page 107 of Never Say Never

My boss on his knees gazing up at me while my cock stretched his mouth wasn't an image I was quite ready for. I shivered as need and pleasure skirted up and down my spine.

"What happened?" York asked.

"Are you asking about why I'm hurt or in general?"

"Isn't it connected?"

I shook my head. "This"—I touched my cheek lightly—"is from my twin. Along with a bunch of other bruises all over my body."

"What the hell, why?" York was back in my space in a second, grabbing at the button up and opening it too slowly for my liking. If he wanted me naked, all he had to do was ask.

"Fuck, Paolo." His heated fingers caressed my sensitive flesh, dragging out a moan. York's touches stopped for a second, and I met his gaze.

"Don't stop."

His pink tongue flicked out, dragging across his bottom lip and leaving a sheen of wetness behind. I wanted to lean forward and kiss him. Really kiss him, no more of these small pecks. I wanted to map out every inch of his mouth and own him completely. York broke off our stare and went back to poking and prodding the bruises on my flesh until he was satisfied.

I could cum just from him touching me like this. That was how good it felt. It was over before I was ready and he put distance between us again, leaving me feeling cold and needier than when I came home.

Calming down was for the best before I did something stupid. "What do you want for dinner tomorrow?" I got off the bed, planning to leave and head to the couch.

"Don't worry about it. Shelly already told me she was making me steak and potatoes."

It was stupid, but my rational brain was shut off for the night. I was across his bedroom, shoving York up against the wall before I even registered it. "You eat anyone's cooking but mine, the girls, or your own, and know I will cut your tongue out of your mouth."

Fear was what I expected, but the stoic look on York's face said he'd do it. Just to be spiteful.

Oh, try me.

We stared at each other, neither one of us moving. Tension built and wrapped around us like a thick blanket.

"Violence is all you know."

He had no idea. "Mmm, you and I both know that's not true. I can be sweet, York. It just depends on if you want that side of me." I glanced down, and he was wearing black sweats this time instead of the gray ones that gave everything away. "What will it be, sweet cheeks?"

"Fuck you. We're never having sex again."

"Keep lying to yourself." I stripped my shirt off and tossed it to the side. York's eyes tracked down my body and they held the same hungry look he gave me when we hooked up at The Apple all those weeks ago. "Celibacy won't do you any good."

"Who said I would be celibate? You were a warm-up for me to get back out there and date."

I froze, my body coiled tight. The thought of York with anyone besides me, someone else with their mouth around his cock, pulling out needy moans as he lost all inhibitions, was the last straw.

"What?" York bit out.

"I'm done."

He started to speak, but I was in front of him, our mouths against one another. Tasting York was like licking an electric line. My entire body came to life. I groaned even as his fist slammed into my side. Pain flared up my ribcage. He wanted to play that game. I could do the same. I grabbed the back of his neck and bit down on his lip until the sweet coppery taste of his blood kissed my tongue.

I groaned, pulling back slightly to lick my lips. "You want violence so bad, baby? I can give it to you."

York glared at me, his lip bleeding and looking all too appetizing. "Get the hell away from me. Now, Paolo." He used that tone of voice that normally had agents scrambling at work. But right now, it only made me want to destroy him more.

"No." The surprised look on York's face was almost comical. "I've been the nice guy again and again and it's not what you want."

He attempted to shake me off, his elbow jabbing into my side. We were trained by the same people and attended the same classes for agents. I knew every standard move the FBI forced every agent to learn. I moved with him taking the blow but softening with my arm. Twisting to the left I brought my fist toward his face. York blocked me, but I brought my knee up at the same time and kneed him in the balls.

"Dirty fuck," he grunted out.