Page 151 of Naughty November

Me: Where are you?

Niko: The Black Door.

Me: Remember the last time I was there with you?”

Even across the room, I could see the flush that raced up Niko’s freshly-shaven cheeks.

Niko: Vividly.

Me: Me too, but to be honest, I think you look better tonight. The all black thing suits you well.

I huffed a laugh, watching Niko fumble his drink and his phone at the same time before both things landed on the bar. He reached for his phone first, re-reading my message before scanning the room with wide and frantic eyes. It only took him one pass to find me in the corner, and I stood as he approached. Niko slammed into me, his larger frame knocking the wind out of me as he crashed our mouths together in a blistering kiss.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, breaking away enough for air but not enough for me to reply.

I humored him because, even though I knew I’d missed him, I hadn’t realized just how much until I had him back in front of me where I could touch him and tease him.

“In New York?” I asked, nipping at his bottom lip. “I live here.”

“What?”

His eyes were huge, shocked and pleased and welling with tearsagain. Preemptively, I traced the edge of my knuckle beneath his lash line, catching the first one that escaped.

“I live here,” I said again.

His mouth twitched into a smile, falling away before settling back into place like it was an expression he was going to wear for the rest of his life. It was too beautiful to bear, and I slanted our mouths back together until I was confident his expression had morphed into something far more lustful than before.

“Needy thing,” I whispered, wanting him more than I ever had before and beyond ready to resume our relationship properly. I fisted the placket of his shirt in my hand and shoved him off of me. “The distance has made you forgetful.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but realization dawned and he snapped his already kiss-swollen lips closed.

“You haven’t earned the right to kiss me like that,” I said, sinking back down into my seat. “But I’m open to suggestions if you want to try.”

He sucked in a breath, then another, and another, shoulders heaving with every inhale.

“It’s been a long time since I watched you come,” I lied.

I’d made him jerk off for me two days before. With that fake cock shoved all the way up his ass, he’d shot his load so hard it streaked across the dip in his throat, all the way up to his chin. But watching over the phone and seeing it in person were two separate things entirely.

“I’ll come for you,” he whispered.

I curled my foot around the back of his leg, kicking his calf hard enough to knock him off-balance. He went to his knees with a whimper and I rubbed the toe of my shoe against the quickly growing bulge between his legs.

“You know the rules, Niko,” I said, sliding my cell phone back into my pocket and giving him my full attention. “No hands or it doesn’t count.”

“I missed you so much,” he said, fingers working furiously at his fly. And then it was down, underwear along with it, and that hard cockof his that I loved to torture was out between us, leaking and pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

“I believe you,” I murmured, bending forward and brushing his gelled hair away from his forehead. I kissed his temple, then leaned back in my seat, giving him my leg as a humping post. “But prove it to me anyway.”