Off Limits (Off 2)

In one swift move, he pulls my dress up over my head and cool air blankets my exposed skin. Nix stares at me for a moment, running his eyes down my body. His tongue peeks out as he runs it over his bottom lip and I know he's considering devouring me on the spot.

Nix raises his hands to my shoulders and strokes them feather light down my arms. My body practically convulses in response. His hands move around to my lower back, moving softly downward until they come to rest over both of my ass cheeks. They are still for just a moment, and then they dig in, almost painfully through my panties. The sensation is not unpleasant and I answer him with a hard yank to his hair. I'm rewarded with a lustful curse that falls from his mouth before he kisses me again.

See...I can do down and dirty.

"Christ, Emily. You're driving me crazy," he groans into my mouth as he grinds his pelvis against mine.

Keeping one hand on my ass, Nix moves the other to my stomach, his knuckles deftly grazing the top band of my underwear. I know the path he intends to take and my hips instinctively move in acknowledgment.

Moving his mouth from mine, he blazes soft kisses across the corner of my mouth, to my jaw, and then down the side of my neck. They are warm and promising kisses, and I start to melt against him. He licks and lightly sucks at my neck, all the while his fingers are flirting with the edge of my underwear. I'm tense, waiting for him to make a further move. I want to scream at him to move his hand but I have a feeling that Nix will always be in control and will only move at his own pace.

He slowly nibbles his way down to the muscle that lies between my neck and shoulder, feathering it lightly with his lips. His hand finally dips down into the front of my underwear and he brushes his fingers lightly over me, back and forth.

I'm about ready to scream from the tension and my muscles seem to be clamping and clenching on their own accord.

And then, without any warning, Nix bites down at that tender muscle on the side of my neck, just as a finger drives into me. The competing sensations have me screaming out and my hips slam hard against his hand, driving him deeper into me. He adds another finger while gently licking at the place where he bit.

I feel liberated as my almost naked body starts riding his fingers. I can feel my climax starting to build fast, centered right where the tips of his fingers are deep inside of me.

Nix lifts his head from my neck and looks at me. His eyes are molten and expectant as they forge a bond with mine. He dips back down, placing his lips against my own and murmurs, "Emily?"

I answer with a half grunt-half moan.

"Remember when you asked me if I thought about us getting down and dirty?"

"Y-e-e-s-s-s," I stammer, finding it difficult to talk while his fingers are pushing against something delicious inside of me.

"Want to know what I think about the most?"

Oh, God did I ever, but I can't even get the words out. I offer up a feline purr in response.

Before answering me, Nix moves his thumb over my center, lightly caressing me. He moves his mouth to my ear and whispers, "I think most about what you will look like when you come. I wonder if your eyes will flutter closed? Will you scream? And if you do scream...will it be my name that falls out of those beautiful lips?"

His thumb pushes against me hard, and the tense buildup inside of me implodes first and then bursts outward as I fragment into oblivion.

I'm pretty sure I call out Nix's name as I throw may head back, numbly taking in the kitchen ceiling lights before closing my eyes. My hips continue to shallowly thrust against his hand while every last spark of my orgasm fires through me.

When I finally open my eyes, Nix's face is hovering over mine. He's wearing a triumphant look and his fingers are still deep inside of me.

"That was beautiful," he says reverently. "I want to see that again."

Those words...they are the most erotic thing I've ever heard and even though I'm deliciously spent, I want more. I jerk my hips against his hand so he knows without a doubt I want more and his eyes widen in surprise.

"Nix...let's move this into your bedroom, okay?"

He gives me the most breathtakingly stunning smile I've ever seen, and leans down to kiss me gently. He removes his hand from my underwear and I give a sad moan over the loss of contact.

"You are so fucking sexy, Emily. There are a million different ways I want to make you come for me."

He's calling me sexy? Oh, my God...I think I could have an orgasm just from his words. Nix grabs my dress from the floor and takes my hand. Before we even make it out of the kitchen, we hear a key working in the front door and I look to Nix in panic.

The door opens and we hear, "Hey, Nix, you asshole...I'm finally home."

No! No! No! No!

Linc is here...in the living room...with just a tiny wall between him and my near nakedness.

"Son of a bitch," Nix mutters.

My eyes are questioning when I look to him. He simply puts my dress over my head and pulls it down as I thread my arms through. He takes a moment to smooth his hands over it, pushing any wrinkles out of the way. He then looks at me and smoothes his hands over my hair, which must be a mess from the way he was fisting it.

Framing my face with his hands, he leans into me and places his forehead against mine. "I'm sorry," is all he says before walking into the living room to greet Linc.

And I'm left wondering what he is sorry for. For crossing a line with me or for Linc's untimely appearance?

CHAPTER 17

Nix

Un-fucking-believable!

Linc would have to come home right now. It kills me to walk away from Emily in the kitchen, with her face all flushed from that climax she just had. I'm sure it's evil of me, but I'm prideful that I put that look on her face. And I will put it there again but apparently not tonight.

I head into the living room, assuming Emily is right behind me. Linc is setting his equipment bag on the floor and he looks up at me.

"Hey, man," I say.

"Wazzup?" He gives me a warm smile and then his eyes widen in surprise. He's looking right over my shoulder and I'm aware that Emily has walked into the room.

"Emily?" Linc asks in surprise, as if he can't believe she's standing here. Hell, I can barely believe it.

I turn to look at her and she appears cool and composed. She's even holding the glass of wine in her hand. "Hey, Linc. How are you?"

Linc is looking back and forth between me and Emily, like he can't put his finger on our connection. And there's no reason why he should. I've never told him that Emily hit me, or that she is working for me.

"I'm good," he says slowly. "What are you doing here?"

He asks the question of Emily but looks at me for the answer, like I must have her here against her will or something. Thankfully, my hard-on has almost completely diminished so he shouldn't be making that connection.

"Emily's working for me part time," I supply. No sense in hiding the truth. It's not like it's a secret. I've just never told Linc because I never thought to. It wasn't that big of a deal to me.

"She's working for you? Why?" He's now asking me the question, but looking at Emily for the answer. That tells me he's skeptical.

Emily leans up casually against the wall and takes a sip of her wine. She is visually stunning and I'm amazed at how composed she is right now. Just two minutes ago she was riding my hand and screaming out my name. I do get a small sense of satisfaction over the fact that her cheeks are still a little flushed.

"Well...it's kind of a funny story," Emily answers him. "Would you like to tell him, Nix or should I?"

I turn the palm of one hand face-up and sweep it in a grand gesture toward her, giving her the all clear to tell him the details.

Emily's gorgeous mouth turns up into a smirk when she says, "I accidentally ran over your brother with my car that day I interviewed you. I happened to mangle his motorcycle pretty badly, and now I'm an indentured servant to him until I work the debt off."

Lin

c's eyebrows shoot for the stars. "You're kidding?"

"Nope. I almost killed your brother." She's grinning as she takes another sip of wine.

"Why in the hell are you working for him? Aren't the Burnhams richer than God?"

Emily snorts--quite unladylike--but she doesn't even look embarrassed. I like that.

"Let's just say that I've been cut off from my family's riches for a while. Besides, I'm actually enjoying it. I even had a lot of fun painting Nix's living room yesterday."

I almost choke when she says that. She's clearly referencing the scorching kiss we shared, but Linc doesn't know that. It doesn't stop his jaw from dropping just over the thought of wealthy, socialite Emily Burnham painting my living room.

Linc nods his head up and down as if he understands, but his vacant expression says he doesn't. It's actually amusing me to see his consternation.