Page 67 of Game Misconduct

Nick’s eyes soften, the wildness in them shifting into something deeper, steadier. And when he kisses me again—tender, certain, like a promise sealed in heat and hope—I sink into it, into him, letting the rest of the world fall away.

For the first time, the fire between us doesn’t feel dangerous.

It feels inevitable.

His fingertips trail over my cheek, cup my jaw, and flirt down my neck. I’m panting by the time he wraps his thick fingers wrap around my throat, squeezing gently. Claiming. Possessive. But not threatening.

“Give me a chance, Bex?”

I’d give him anything.

His hands land on my hips, and then he’s lifting me onto my desk. Winding my arms around his neck, I tug him close, until his chest pads bump against my breast. Hard and unyielding. I want to feel him against me, skin to skin. My knees spread as far as they can in the pencil skirt, and he lets out a grunt of displeasure.

“Can I?” He trails his fingers beneath the hem of my skirt.

“You can do anything you want.”

“Anything?” A wicked smirk curves his full lips, spit-slick from our kiss.

In response, I pull him back to me for another, this one hungry and needy. Our teeth clack together from the force of it, and he chuckles against my lips.

“Slow down, tiger.” Threading his fingers through my hair, he wraps the length around them and tugs, the sharp pull on my scalp grounding me and sending me spiraling higher in equal measure.

“Nick…” His name falls from my lips like a plea for help. For guidance. For something he won’t give me.

Easing back, he slides his hand to my chin, tipping it up.

“Do you trust me?”

I open my mouth but stop, thinking back to our last conversation in my apartment. I don’t trust anyone—not even myself.

His hand tightens in my hair, anchoring me to the present. “Right here, in this moment. Do you trust me?”

Slowly, I nod. I want to, so desperately I ache from it. Maybe I just need to take that leap. Dive headfirst, fuck the consequences.

“I do.”

“We don’t have a lot of time. There are so many things I want to do to you, with you. But for now, it’s got to be quick.”

“Do what you want.”

My body is his.

I am his.

Nick curves his hand down my back to my waist, finding the zipper to my skirt. He drags the tab down, each metal tooth separating with a buzz that vibrates through me. I can hardly hear it over the pounding of my heart, the sharp, pinched way each breath punches from my lungs.

He hauls me upright, and I help him slip my skirt from my hips. It falls to the floor in a rush of fabric, leaving me in my heels, blouse, and panties. His fingers curl into the waistband of the satin, snapping the elastic against my skin.

“You’re still with me?”

My words punch from within my chest. “Fucking touch me.”

Wordlessly, he drops to his knees, tugging my underwear down as he goes and baring me to him. He leans in close, breathing deep.

“Fuck, Bex. You smell so good.”

His strong hands land on my hips, kneading the sides of my ass. The first brush of his tongue takes me by surprise, and my knees almost give out. I scramble for purchase on the edge of my desk.