Just as I was sure I was about to orgasm, he roared, “Fuck!” He thrust one last time and then groaned as he came. It drove me over the edge and I came with him. My mind exploded with flashes of light, and my body quivered with the intense pleasure he’d given me.

We stayed joined for a couple of minutes. Nash ran his hands over my ass and along my back. “Christ, Velvet, the things you do to a man,” he murmured before pulling out of me. The bed shifted as he moved off it and left to dispose of the condom.

I turned and sat on the bed, waiting for him to return. My thoughts were all over the place. And jammed in amongst all those thoughts was the knowledge that Nash and I had just shared more than our bodies. I watched him walk back into the room and knew from the soft look on his face that he felt it too. He turned the music off and came back to the bed. Those muscles of his distracted me again; hell they would always distract me. They’d fucking distract a lesbian, I was convinced of it.

I laid back and he settled on his side next to me on the bed, one leg draped over me. We lay just watching each other for awhile. It felt natural, easy. No words were needed. But eventually, he grinned at me, and asked, “You liked the music?”

His playlist consisted of only those two songs. I wasn’t complaining though, they worked for me. I ran my hand through his hair. “I love your playlist although I’m a little surprised you have that song on there.”

“The one you dance to?”

“Yeah.”

He dipped his lips to mine, and then hit me with the sexy Nash smile I loved; the one that meant he was having devious thoughts. “Sweet thing, you can’t be surprised that I get off to thoughts of you. Fuck, any man in his right mind would. You’re a man’s fuckin’ wet dream.”

Nash could say the dirtiest thing and yet still make it sound good. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Good because it was fuckin’ meant as one, baby.”

I smiled lazily at him. He’d worn me out the last few days and sleep was claiming me. He noticed and kissed me again, before saying, “Go to sleep. I need you rested for tomorrow.”

“What’s on tomorrow?”

His devious smile returned. “It’s your turn to ride me tomorrow night, sweet thing. I’m going to let you do all the work so stop talking and start getting your energy back.”

I shut my eyes and began to drift off. “Promises, promises,” I murmured.

My stomach fluttered when he whispered, “Baby, that’s just the beginning.”

I fell asleep to dreams of the pleasure Nash was going to give me; they really were the best kinds of dream known to woman.

Chapter 19

Addicted To You ~ Avicii

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Nash

I walked into the kitchen and sucked in a breath at the sight of Velvet sitting on my kitchen counter cross legged. We’d had a shower together and because she had no clothes at my house, I’d given her one of my t-shirts to wear afterwards. Seeing her in my clothes did shit to me, good shit, and my dick twitched at the sight. The sex with her last night had been out of this fucking world; today was going to be a long day waiting to get back to her.

She was scrolling on her phone and looked up at me.

“You always sit on kitchen benches?” I asked.

“Only the benches of people I really like.”

I jerked my chin at her phone. “Don’t tell me you’re a Facebook addict.” I fucking hated that shit.

She held up her phone and flashed it at me, showing me that she wasn’t on Facebook. “No, I’m just checking my horoscope for today.”

“What the fuck?”

She frowned. “I said, I’m checking my horoscope.”

I walked over to where she was sitting. “I heard what you said, but I’m wondering why you follow that shit.”

“It’s not shit, Nash.”

I took her phone out of her hand and read what it said. “Your life may feel like a roller coaster at the moment, Virgo. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. Make sure you talk to those close to you about your feelings and communicate clearly what you need from them.” I looked at her and shook my head. “You really believe this crap? That could relate to everyone’s life, babe.”

She snatched her phone back. “Well, I happen to think it relates very well to my life and I also think the advice it gives is good.”

Damn, she was hot when she got shitty. I’d have to remember that. I held my hands up. “Fair enough.” I leaned in and kissed her before saying, “Christ, you look good in my shirt, sweet thing.”

My words did the trick; she gave me a breathtaking smile before flirting with me. “You look pretty damn good in it too but I prefer you with no shirt on.” Then she added, “What’s for breakfast?”

I unfolded her legs so they fell either side of me. My hands snaked up her legs and under the t-shirt. “Fuck, you’ve got nothing on underneath this,” I muttered as I made the discovery.

She put her hands around my neck, clasping them together. “I was kinda hoping it might entice you to show me again how good your tongue is.”

My dick did more than twitch and I cursed the fact I had to go to work today. “Baby, I never need to be enticed to show off my tongue. It fuckin’ lives for pussy.”

The moan that escaped from her lips got me even harder, and I pulled out of her hold. She frowned. “Where are you going?”