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“Don’t leave me yet. We’re just getting started.”

“Not sure I can take another round just yet, Nolan.” I see the sparkle in her eyes, full of mischief.

“Trouble, you took me like the pillow princess you are. You listened, you stayed still, and you took everything I gave you. Now, we’re getting dressed and you’re coming home with me.” I don’t leave any room for argument. Mischa must realize the tone of my voice because her only response is to nod. I already know sleep won’t be happening tonight, which means we’ll be coming in late to work tomorrow, and for the first time in what seems like ever, I couldn’t give two shits about making money. Not when I’ll have Mischa in my arms all night.

CHAPTER FIVE

mischa

The sunlight streams through a crack in the floor-to-ceiling drapes of Nolan’s penthouse master suite, painting the dark hardwood floors in a warm gold. I blink my eyes open slowly. My vision is hazy, and my head is heavy with the lingering fog of exhaustion. My first instinct is to stretch, only I’m completely locked in place. A heavy, muscular warmth presses against my entire back, and a thick, corded arm is banded tightly around my waist, pinning me flush against the wall of his solid chest.

I glance at the digital clock on the bedside table, wincing when I read that it’s 8:45 AM, and my heart does a brief, panicked flutter. I should have been at my desk, working on Nolan’s schedule, prepping his morning brief, and reviewing the logistic files thirty minutes ago. But the office, the corporate pressure, and the rest of the world feel like they belong to a completely different lifetime.

Nolan doesn’t budge a single inch. His breathing is a deep hum against the nape of my neck, his breath scorching my shoulder. I attempt a tiny, tentative squirm, trying to shift my hips an inch to relieve the subtle ache between my legs. The arm around my waist tightens, pulling me back so hard my back slams against his bare chest. Still, he doesn’t wake up, it’s purely a possessive grip that refuses to let me go.

I freeze, letting out a soft exhale. I think about getting up, sliding out from beneath his massive body, finding my clothes scattered across the living room, and slipping out the front door. Then the vivid memories of last night hit me with a blinding light. After he thoroughly ruined me on his office desk, he brought me home, and he did not let me sleep. Nolan carried me into his bedroom, where he proceeded to bend me over the edge of his massive king-sized mattress and smacked my ass with the flat of his palm until my skin was flushed, hot, and sensitive. It did nothing to turn me off, it did the exact opposite. When he found my pussy dripping wet, well, that’s when he took me all over again.

Therefore, I think better of trying to escape. If I attempt to sneak out like a thief in the night, he won’t just come after me. I’ll likely find out firsthand what the leather of his belt feels like against my already reddened ass.

So, I stay.

Nolan shifts in his sleep, letting out a low, sexy groan as he slowly rolls onto his back. The heavy black duvet slides down his waist, exposing the sculpted expanse of his chest, sharp abs, and the V-line cutting deep into his hips. He looks relaxed, powerful, and utterly breathtaking all the same in his sleeping state.

My thighs clench, feeling tender. My center is most definitely swollen and thoroughly used, far too sore to even think about taking his massive cock into my body again this morning. But looking at him lying here, so peaceful yet so completely dominant… A wicked, delicious idea takes root in my mind.

I might not be able to take him inside me, but I can certainly do one better. I slip down the mattress, moving slowly and steadily until I’m kneeling between his long, muscular legs. I pull the covers down further, exposing his thick, heavy length lying against his stomach. Even soft, he’s fucking impressive. I lean down. My hair falls around my shoulders like a curtain as I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft. I stroke him once, twice, feeling him stir and swell beneath my palm. I dip my head, part my lips, and engulf the broad, velvet-soft head of his cock as I take him to the back of my throat. Gag reflex? What gag reflex?

Nolan’s body jolts violently. A harsh gasp tears out of his chest as his eyes snap open, dark, disoriented, and blazing with molten-lava heat. His hand flies out, his long, thick fingers tangling fiercely into the hair at the back of my head.

“Mischa. Fuck, woman,” he husks, his voice thick with sleep. His free hand yanks the heavy blanket completely off us, tossing it to the end of the bed. The cool, crisp air sweeps across the room, hitting my bare skin and causing me to shiver. The contrast between the cold air and scorching heat of his cock in my mouth makes my pussy ache with desire.

I cup the weight of his balls in one hand as I begin to work him more, sliding my mouth down his thick shaft, taking him as deep as my throat allows, before pulling back until just his head rests against my tongue.

“Show me, trouble. I want to see my cock right now.” I open my mouth, licking the underside to keep him on edge. “Fuck, that’s hot. Keep going, Mischa, take your man.” I nod, setting a slow, wet pace, swirling my tongue around his tip every time I pull up. And since neither of us showered last night, I taste not only him but myself on his dick as well. It’s a heady feeling, watching as Nolan’s back lifts off the mattress and how his knuckles are turning white, fisting the sheets near his hips. He lets out a deep grown that vibrates through his body into mine.

“You’re a naughty girl,” he rasps, hips arching off the bed to meet my every suck. “Waking me up like this…” His voice trails off right as I push deep onto him again, flattening my tongue to get every last drop of precum, and of course, because luck would have it, a loud, sharp ring shatters the bedroom.

Nolan’s phone blares to life while sitting on the nightstand near his head. I pause for a fraction of a second, my eyes narrowing as I look up at him through hooded lashes, my lips still wrapped snugly around his shaft. Nolan groans in frustration, reaching out blindly to grab the device, likely to decline the call and toss it away.

He looks at the screen, and his thumb freezes over the glass. His eyes meet mine, tension seeping through his pores. I read the caller ID on his screen before he turns it away.

Maxim. My brother.

Under normal circumstances, my brother’s name while I’m on my knees between his best friend’s legs should turn my blood to ice. It should send a wave of terror through my veins. It should make me pull back and hide beneath the first available object.

Except it doesn’t. A surge of wickedness hits me like gasoline being poured on a fire. My skin burns hotter, my heart races faster at the thrilling, dirty forbidden moment. Nolan attempts to slide out of my mouth, his hand trying to nudge me away so he can slip into the call like the billion-dollar professional he is. But I refuse to move. I grip his thick thighs tightly with both hands, anchoring myself, and swallow him all the way down, until my nose touches his abdomen, and I need to breathe for a moment.

“Max,” Nolan catches on. He taps the green button and brings the phone to his ear, his voice tight, strained, and rough.

“Hey, man,” Maxim’s voice crackles loudly through the speaker, blissfully unaware what his baby sister is doing. “Sorry to call you so early, but the Zurich confirmation for the Singapore line just hit my inbox. Did you sign off on the waiver?” I pull back slowly. The slick sound seems obnoxiously loud in the quiet room, and then I suck deeply on the mushroom-shaped tip before sliding down his cock again.

“Nolan?” Max asks, pausing. “You sound out of breath. You on the treadmill?” I nearly snort. Nolan’s hand tightens in my hair, his fingers twisting into my locks as he tries to maintain control. His hips twitch, desperate to thrust into my mouth, but he manages to hold himself back with a willpower I could never possess.

“Yeah,” he grunts. “Just… finishing up a run.” I smirk, deliberately swirling my tongue around his sensitive underside, and hum softly, letting the vibration run straight through his shaft. Nolan’s head drops back against the pillow, his jaw locking, a vein pulsing aggressively in his neck. His hips jerk upward, taking his own breath away when I swallow around him.

“Okay, well,” Max drones on, “I need you to clear the waiver before nine. Mischa isn’t answering her phone. I figure she’s either running late or already at the office setting up your morning.” Hearing my name come out of my brother’s mouth while I suck Nolan’s cock does nothing to cool the wetness coating my thighs. I work him faster, rolling his balls in the palm of my hand as I keep working him, up and down with a steadiness.

“She’s…” Nolan chokes out. His chest heaves, sweat coating his skin as he fights for every single breath. His hand on the back of my head shifts from gentle to desperate, pinning me right where he wants me. “She’s handling it, Max.”