Page 80 of Wrecked
She put her arms around him, leaned up and hugged him. “You’re good man, Nicholas Hawk.”
He shook his head. “No. No, I’m not.”
They left the room.
As they made their way down the stairs, he asked, “What are you doing for the rest of the night?”
“What I do best,” she replied. “Sell memberships.”
Hawk chuffed out a laugh. “That, darlin’ isnotwhat you do best.”
In the first-floor stairwell, she pulled him aside. “WhatdoI do best?”
He pinned her against the wall and kissed her. Deep, long, and filled with a raw need that had her grinding into him. Her brain froze while she sucked down a jagged breath. He rested his arm on the wall over them while the embrace intensified.
Then, he slowed the kiss down and stared into her eyes. “Kissing me is what you do best. Being a badass Op is what you do best.” Then, he nosed her hair away from her ear, pressed his warm lips against her hot skin, and whispered, “Sucking my cock is what you do best.”
With a wickedly-sinful smile that set her insides on fire, he walked through the door and into the club, leaving her wanting more.
And more is exactly what we’re gonna do.
The rest of the evening flew by because Addison was fueled from Hawk’s massage. Despite his no-sex rule, she was going to live out one of her favorite fantasies with the only man who’d ever starred in it.
After the club had closed and the waitstaff had taken off, she asked Hawk to clear the rooms with the bouncer, then swing by their office. When he left, she changed into a costume, sat behind their desk and waited, her heart pounding out of her chest. Tonight, she hoped he’d give her what shereallyneeded.
All of him.
A few minutes later, he walked in. “Hey, babe, whad’ya need?” She pushed out of the chair and his eyes dropped to her outfit. “Holy hell.”
His heated gaze raked over every inch of her, from the little red and white nurse’s hat perched on her head, to her snug nurse’s uniform that barely covered her ass, down to the thigh-high boots on her legs.
“You,” she replied. “I need you.”
A throaty growl rumbled out of him, while steely eyes drilled into hers. He scraped his fingers down his whiskered cheeks and over that chiseled jawline.
When his gaze met hers, fire burned in his eyes.
“Fuck, Addison. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
She hitched a brow. “Oh, yes I do.”
* * *
With a gleam in her eyes, she brushed past, her swaying hips and rounded ass stealing his full attention. He could tell her no or he could follow. If they went forward with this, their relationship would never be the same.
Relax, babe. It’s just sex. No big deal.
But being intimate with herwasa big deal. He should walk away now. But no way would he put the brakes on this. He wanted her because ofher, not because he wanted sex.
He left the office and strode down the hall as she vanished around the corner. She was waiting for him, holding open the door to the stairs, a subtle smile tugging on the corners of her sexy mouth.
A mouth he couldn’t wait to kiss.
Like the evening at their retreat, he took the door from her. Rather than argue, she pushed up on her toes and whispered, “Always the gentleman.”
One step at a time, they climbed. Adrenaline powered through him. Despite her sexy costume, this was different. She might be fucking for fuck’s sake, but he wasn’t.
When he threaded his fingers through hers, she gave his a little squeeze. In silence, they continued up the stairs.
