Dirty Boss (Dirty Rich 2)

"You are—" he kisses my cheek "—a bit anxious."

"I'm still having coffee."

We find a diner and relax for a long lunch and a conversation about nothing. The sandwiches and coffee are so-so, but it's the nicest meal I've ever had.

It feels so good being around him.

Seeing him happy.

I want it more than I want anything.

After Nick signs the check, he turns his attention to me. "It's your call—should we take a limo home or take the subway?"

A limo with Nick is awfully tempting, especially when the subway ride takes an hour. Driving around the track wasn't so bad. This should be okay.

I look into his eyes. "The limo. But you have to promise to distract me."

He nods. "You won't even know what planet you're on."

Chapter Twenty-Six

The limo is nice. Leather bench seats, tinted windows, soft lighting. And seat belts. Plenty of seat belts.

The tightness in my chest relaxes. After driving in circles, I can survive a short ride in the backseat of a car with the belt fastened tight.

I shift out of my coat, press my back against the seat, and stretch my legs.

Nick sits next to me. We're alone back here, divider up, no way for the world to intrude.

The limo pulls onto the street.

He strokes my cheek, staring into my eyes. "You're nervous."

"Yes."

"I'm not fucking you in here."

His tone is dead serious. I stifle a laugh but it doesn't work. There's something about Nick. He's sweet in such a Nick kind of way.

"Is that right?" I ask.

"You're still going to come." He slides his coat off his shoulders and drags his hand down my neck. "But it's going to be more challenging than I'd hoped." He pulls my seat belt over my chest and clicks it into place.

I stare back at him. "Can't be more than fifteen minutes until we're at your apartment."

"That's ten more than I need."

The confidence in his voice sends a pang to my core. I'm five percent less nervous to be in the backseat of a car. That's still nervous enough to need a distraction.

He cinches his lap belt and turns to me. "Take off your top."

It is difficult to pull my t-shirt over my head without undoing the seat belt, but I manage.

His gaze goes to my chest. His eyes go wide. "I always forget how beautiful you are."

"Me or my boobs?"

"Both." He leans closer, dragging his fingertips down my chest until he's cupping my breasts. "You like it when I play with them."

"No shit, Sherlock."

"You really want to use your mouth to be a smart-ass?" He rubs my nipple over the lace bra.

A groan escapes my lips. "If that's how you're going to respond, yes."

"I'd spank you if it were physically possible. But that's not much of a punishment, is it?"

"Please."

Nick brings his mouth to my neck. He bites me hard. I groan loudly. It's such a release to be able to groan after stifling myself in his office.

"You drive me mad, Lizzy." He scrapes his teeth against my skin. "The way you react to me—" He pinches my nipple over the lingerie. "It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

The intensity of the friction sends heat through my body. It collects between my legs.

He rubs harder. Until I'm moaning.

His lips hover over my ear. "That's better." He sucks on my earlobe as he rubs me harder and harder.

He drags his hand down my stomach then plays with the waistband of my jeans. He undoes the button like he's working at quarter speed. I pant, buzzing with desire.

I lift my hips to help him pull my jeans to my knees. Then I'm back in the seat, my legs spread as wide as the jeans allow. I turn to Nick, but his hand goes to my shoulder. He pushes me back in place.

I can work with that.

He brings his lips to mine, kissing me hard. His tongue slides into my mouth. His fingertips slide up my thigh. They drag over me, pressing the fabric against my skin.

I groan into his mouth, digging my hands into the leather seats.

He rubs me over the lingerie. It's smoother and rougher at once. I relax into his touch, soaking in the pleasure building between my legs.

Nick breaks the kiss to bring his lips to my neck. He bites me as he slips his hand under my panties. His fingers skim my clit. It's enough to make me gasp.

He bites me harder.

Something clicks into place. He wants me to scream. Maybe it was killing him too, muffling himself in the office.

When he rubs me, I groan. His touch gets harder. Then it's perfect.

"Nick." I push the word out, arching my back to rub my body against his.

He brings his lips to my ear. "Louder."

He drags his fingers over me with slow circles. They get smaller and faster, until he's rubbing the spot that needs him the most.

"Nick," I groan as loudly as I can.

He sinks his teeth into my earlobe. The pain sends a buzz through my body. Everything in me is turned on, keyed up, ready to unravel.

I lose track of everything except his lips and hands. He's undoing me in some way I don't understand, but none of that matters.

This moment, right now, is the only thing that matters.

"Nick," I groan as an orgasm rises up inside me. The pressure inside me gets tighter and tighter. Then it's so tight I can't take it anymore.

"Nick." I scream his name again and again.

He bites my neck. That burst of pain sends me over the edge. One last squeeze and I unravel. Pleasure spills through me as I come. It's so intense I forget to breathe.

He drags his hand up my torso, stopping to tease my nipples. His eyes meet mine, an intense look on his face.

He presses his lips to mine and kisses me like we'll never get to kiss again.

This elevator is the slowest elevator in the history of machinery.

Nick's hand is pressed firmly into my lower back. His body is inches from mine. But we're still in this elevator when we should be tangled up in his bed.

Finally, we get to the penthouse. Nick looks to me, his expression smug and patient at once.

"In a rush?" he asks.

I glare at him.

He smiles. It lights up his face. "We should have lunch. You must be hungry."

"After." I step into the apartment and hang my purse and coat on the rack.

"After what?"

I stare into Nick's eyes, copying his confident posture and tone. "After you fuck me."

His expression shifts. In control. "Go to my room, strip naked, and sit on the bed."

"But—"

"Now. I'll be there in three minutes. If you're wearing anything, I'm not fucking you."

The sternness in his voice sends a rush of pleasure through me. It's like he needs this, like he can't bear anything but me following his commands.

I go straight to the bedroom and close the door behind me. There must be two and a half minutes left. It should be plenty of time to undress. It's harder with all the anticipation coursing through me.

I pull off my shirt, kick off my shoes. It's messy. Too bad.

Then it's socks. And my jeans. The bra and panties. I plant on the bed, my hands in my lap like I'm waiting for my teacher to arrive. It's not the sexiest position.

I want to be ready for him, on display for him, something to drive him as crazy as he drives me.

I lie back on the bed, my hands on my thighs, my eyelids pressed together. My fingers slide up my thighs, my body already craving a release. But I know my hands won't be good enough. The only thing that can possibly satisfy me is Nick.

A moment later, the door opens. I keep my eyes closed but I can hear his footsteps. His sigh of pleasure.

"You want to touch yourself, baby?" he asks.

The term of endearment is new. It does something to me. Makes me feel safe and on edge at once.

"Yes," I breathe. "But I want you m

ore."

"Hands over your head."

I do as I'm told.

Nick sets something on the bedside table. A drink from the sound of it. He sits next to me and restrains my wrists. I blink open my eyes to look at him.

There's desire in his eyes. It only makes me want him more.

He's holding a blindfold. He pulls it over my eyes and around the back of my head. Everything goes dark. I can still hear him. Still feel the warmth from his body.

There's the sound of ice clinking in a glass. The weight on the bed shifts as Nick sits next to me. The soft fabric of his t-shirt presses against my skin.

Something hits the space between my breasts. Something cold and wet.

His hand moves closer and something cold and slick makes contact with my skin.

An ice cube.

It's freezing.

A shiver runs through me. I arch my back, squeezing my toes to contain it.