Page 68 of Worth Every Penny

My grip on his shoulder is so hard the tips of my fingers feel numb. My forehead falls against his chest. “I’m close, so close.”

His fingers dig into my hip, and he speaks through clenched teeth. “Say my name, Kate. Say my fucking name.”

I let out a sound more animal than human; husky, dripping with desire. I don’t recognise myself.

“My name,” he growls.

Tingles at the base of my spine explode like gunpowder. “Nico. Oh,fuck. Nico. I’m coming.”

He swears against my neck, his arms encircling me as my orgasm rocks through my body, fizzing in every cell, giving me the most intense release I’ve ever had. He supports me through every last tremor of pleasure until my trembling legs are so weak that I sink down onto his thigh.

Beneath me, his leg is solid, and he bears my weight easily. My wet pussy rests on the fabric of his perfectly pressed chinos, my arousal soaking through.

His breathing is as ragged as mine, and we stay tangled in one another’s arms until our breaths return to normal.

“Fuck, Kate.”

Kate.

The sensual tone of his voice spreading over those four letters of my full name sends another wave of arousal skittering through my overly sensitive nerve endings.

He brushes a strand of my hair off my face. “You’re so beautiful. And when you come, you’re exquisite.”

Fire burns through me at his words. I’ve given him so much tonight, and we haven’t even kissed yet.

Making sure I’m stable on my feet, he edges himself from between my legs and takes a step back. His shirt is a little crumpled, and there’s a dark patch on his thigh, but otherwise he looks pristine. He picks up his bag and looks at me for longer than is decent. There’s so much emotion in his eyes, I don’t know what to take from it.

I notice the bulge at his crotch. “Do you want me—”

“I have to go. Something’s come up.”

He lets the statement linger without moving, as if waiting to see if I’ll ask him to stay, or ask what’s so urgent that he has to leave in the middle of the night. Instead, I nod at the erection straining beneath his trousers.

“I can see that.”

He smiles, pinning his bottom lip in place with his teeth as he shakes his head the tiniest bit. It’s so sexy that a breath stalls in my chest.

“Goodnight, Kate. Sleep well.”

He brushes past me, striding towards the stairs. The air is full of his scent, wrapping itself around me like regret.

My heart thumps with every strike of his shoes on the steps. Hoping,hoping, he’ll turn back.

Come back, you bastard.

I don’t move until the front door clicks open and closed, and he crunches across the gravel. The car door slams, and the engine rumbles.

And then he drives away.

21

NICO

My cock is aching like a bitch, but I blast the air con on full and tune into the voices on the radio. Not that I’m listening to the words; it’s a blur of upper-middle class British accents which is oddly soothing. Streetlights streak across the road ahead as I speed back towards London.

Kate Lansen is going to be my undoing. The attraction I thought I had locked down has opened like Pandora’s box this weekend. And I couldn’t even stay to see it through.

My PA called after I finally fell asleep to tell me that Charlie had been arrested. He was safe; no one was hurt, but the police were holding him.