She checks her watch and grins. “I have to be at work in thirty-six hours.”

“You have tomorrow off?”

She nods happily.

“Then we’d better get started.”

She laughs and points in the direction of her bedroom.

I like her apartment. It’s small, but there’s little clutter. The furniture is updated but not too fancy.

But her bedroom pulls at my heart. It’s pure woman. The bed is a king-size four-poster with sheer curtains hanging at each corner.

“We’re going to have fun with this bed, sweetheart.”

She grins and lays her head on my shoulder as I look around the room. I was here before but admittedly was too busy looking at her to take in her bedroom. Her bedding has small pink roses on it. A vanity in one corner of the room is covered in makeup and hair stuff, and there is a pile of shoes in another corner.

“You don’t have enough storage space,” I comment.

“It’s an older building, so it doesn’t have much for closets.”

I set her on her feet and strip her down to her black panties, pull the ribbon out of her hair and lay it on the bedside table, and take a deep breath.

Fuck me, she’s gorgeous.

She has more ink, which I intend to fully explore later. Her body is petite. Thin, but not too thin. She has round breasts with dusky nipples that tighten as I continue to watch them.

A glimpse of silver winks at me from her navel.

“Matt…”

“Shh…I just want to look for a moment.”

Her skin is tanned. Her thighs are slim, but they still touch when she’s standing.

She’s a real woman, through and through.

I lick my lips and hold her gaze in mine. “You are amazingly beautiful.”

She fidgets, and I immediately pull her to me, kiss her softly and draw the linens back on the bed and lay her gently on the soft pink sheets. She watches with sleepy eyes as I also shed my clothing, leaving just my boxer-briefs on, and join her. I turn her back to me and tuck her against me, bury my face in her soft dark hair and inhale the warm scent of vanilla.

“Sleep, little one.”

“Sweet dreams,” she whispers.

Chapter Five

~Nic~

Someone is planting soft kisses on my right shoulder, over my tattoo. Fingertips drag lazily up and down my arm, sending shivers down my body, pulling me out of a deep, restful sleep. I wiggle back, tucking my ass even closer to Matt’s hips, enjoying the way his hardness feels against my back. He’s warm and hard, everywhere.

“Good morning,” he whispers against my ear, then nuzzles it with his nose.

“Mornin’,” I reply softly.

His hand drifts down to my breast, and his fingers thrum gently over my nipple, making it pucker under his soft touch.

This is the most amazing way to wake up. Slow. Sexy.

He drags his nose down my neck and kisses my shoulder again.

“I’m going to spend the next hour or so exploring every inch of your delectable little body,” he warns me with a whisper, making me grin.

This does not sound like a bad deal at all.

“Is that a threat?” I whisper, teasing him.

“If you like,” he agrees. “But here’s how it’s going to work.”

His hand drifts down to my wrist, which he brings up to his lips. He kisses the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist and then loops the red ribbon I use for my hair around it. He scoots back so I can roll onto my back, and I’m wide awake now, watching him curiously as he repeats the motion on the other wrist, then makes a series of loops and knots to tie them together.

He slips a finger under the satin to make sure that it’s snug but not cutting off my blood flow and then grins down at me with excitement shining in his gorgeous blue eyes.

“We’re going to start easy today, little one.” He kisses my cheek, not a quick peck, but plants his lips on my skin and inhales deeply, as if he’s pulling my scent inside him, memorizing me.

I have one hundred percent of his focus, and it’s completely intoxicating.

“Your hands are to stay over your head.” He guides my arms up, so they are lying comfortably bent on either side of my head, my wrists joined. He drags the backs of his fingers down my arm and to my breast, barely touching just the tip of my nipple, but the electricity shoots down my belly and my panties are already soaked.

“But I want to touch you,” I whisper.

He pinches my nipple, hard, making me squirm.

“I didn’t ask you.” He raises an eyebrow, reminding me that this is where I’m supposed to surrender to him, to let him do as he wishes.

No means no.

I offer him a half smile, and he kisses my lips sweetly. “That’s better.”

His lips travel down my jawline, to my neck and finally down to my breasts, where he licks and laps at my tender nipple then pulls back and blows on it, watching it pucker in the cool air.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs.

I begin to squirm, but he pins me in his gaze and says sternly, “Keep still.”

His bossiness makes me want to rebel and makes my skin hot with lust at the same time.

He returns his attention to my breasts, teasing them into hard, pink tips and then nibbles his way down to my navel.

“Another part of your rebellious years?” he asks, referring to my piercing.

I have a simple pink barbell through the skin there.

“No.”

“No?” He sweeps his nose across the metal and then tugs it gently with his teeth. “Tell me.”

“It was a reward,” I reply, breathless now. His fingers are still taunting my nipples, and that, coupled with the tugging on my piercing, has my pussy pulsing in need.

I desperately want to open my legs, but he’s laid across my thighs, holding me still.

On purpose, I’m sure.

And he says he’s not a sadist!

“Reward for what?”

I don’t want to tell him this. It’s embarrassing. In an attempt to switch his focus, I pull my arms down and bury my hands in his soft dark blond hair.

His head jerks up, his eyes narrow in malice, and in a move so fast it steels my breath, he raises up, pins my hands back over my head and covers my body with his, holding me beneath him, his face an inch from mine.

“Reward for what?” he repeats quietly.

“For dropping weight and having a flat stomach,” I whisper.

He smiles widely and plants a deep kiss on my lips, nibbling and exploring my mouth thoroughly. He wiggles his hips between my own, settling his still-covered cock against my center, and rolls gently, just barely feeding my hunger to feel more of him.