Page 81 of Business Casual
I force myself out of the lazy trance I’ve slipped into, rocking on his lap, chasing that dizzy, warm feeling and try to follow the conversation. “What does?”
He noses at my bra, lips barely grazing my nipple through the lace. “Do you think I can make you come with your underwear exactly where it is?”
I laugh. “Yeah, probably.” I remember the last time we were together. How easy it was to lose myself with him. “Why? Are you having doubts about your abilities?”
“Nah.” He plucks at that tiny bow again, twisting it back and forth. “I’m just feeling a little competitive.”
“With who? Yourself?” I rock my hips against his harder, a rough drag that has his hand squeezing at my hip. He groans out something that sounds like my name and I feel it low in my belly. Behind my knees and tucked under my ribs. I like how he says itso much.
“It’s good to have goals, Nova.”
I snicker. “I bet I can last longer than you can.”
“Is that so?” He tilts his head to the side. We haven’t moved fromthe couch and I don’t think we’re going to. We’re both too impatient. The friction is exactly right like this, his body beneath mine and my knees hugging his hips. I sink my fingers into his hair and change the angle, grinding harder in his lap. “Weren’t you the one begging for me in the alley?”
“I wasn’t begging.”
He nips lightly at my ear. “It sounded like begging.”
“We’ll see who begs who.” I roll my hips against his again. “How about we see who can get it done faster?”
He grins at me, delighted. “Oh, I like this idea.” Both of his hands fall to my hips, helping me move against him. He drops his head back against the couch and watches me, blue eyes heated. “What will I win when I make you come?”
“Is my pleasure not enough of a reward?”
His grin tips wider. “I was thinking something more…material.”
“Why does it sound like you want my underwear?”
He laughs, meeting my steady rhythm with a smooth roll of his hips. For a second, I lose track of the conversation and chase the friction instead.
“You always have the best ideas, Nova girl. But purple isn’t exactly my color.”
I keep rocking over him, my hands drifting over the lace that covers my breasts. “It’s mine though. Isn’t it?”
“It really is.” Charlie’s face goes a little bit slack, gaze focused on where my fingers dance over lace. I thumb at my nipple just to watch the way desire paints his skin pink, but it feels so good I do it again, driving myself down harder against him. He swallows once, and then swallows again, catching my hand with his.
“It doesn’t count if you help.” He tugs my hand to his bare chest and presses it there, his fingers threaded through mine. His other hand cups my breast, resuming my gentle strokes with his thumb instead. “What do you want?”
“What?” I breathe.
“If you win,” he says. “What do you want if you make me come faster than I make you come?”
“You’re serious?”
“For once,” he nods, still with those maddening strokes against my breast. He tugs the cup down so it’s tucked beneath, exposing the hard point of my nipple, pushing it up. He presses a careful kiss where the lace bites into my skin. “Yeah, I’m serious.”
“For someone so serious, you’re bending the rules.” I arch my back and press myself harder into him. “You said you wanted to make me come with my underwear on.”
He folds the other side of my bra down. “You’re still wearing it, aren’t you?”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Tell me what you want, Nova. If you win.”
I consider my options. I’m having trouble concentrating when he’s touching me like this, but I think that’s the point. He shifts his hand and the sun catches against the watch on his wrist. Silver metal with a classic black face. I smile and let my head dip against my shoulder, hair curtaining us both. Golden sun beams and warm skin and cinnamon on the tip of my tongue.
“Your watch,” I say, my hands mapping his smooth skin. “I want your Rolex when you come faster.”
