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“Any time, Sparrow-girl.”
I hang up the phone and stand up. The room spins slightly, so it takes me a minute to make it across my office and into the waiting area, but I manage to stay upright.
I brace my hand against the wall and unlock the door, expecting to find Eva. She often forgets her stuff—her cell phone, her purse—but thank God she manages my timetable better than she manages her belongings.
But it’s none other than Nico standing there sans lockpick kit, looking as ridiculously hot as always. And now that I know all the planes and grooves beneath the suit, my mouth waters and my fingers itch to explore them more.
I plaster on my best flippant smile despite the sudden urge to climb him. “It turns out you do know how to knock. I was beginning to wonder.”
He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
I step back and let him in, but he just leans over the door frame.
“Rough day at the office?” I joke.
“Something like that.” He sounds tired, and there’s a tension in the taut set of his shoulders.
“I’d ask you about it, but I have a feeling I’ll get the equivalent of ‘it’s club business.’”
He nods and looks me over. While the smile hasn’t reached his eyes, there’s plenty of heat and unmistakable hunger there now. He steps over the threshold and reaches for me.
My heart pounds in anticipation. I know exactly what he wants because, God help me, I want it too. Badly. “It’s the middle of the day, Nico,” I manage a half-hearted protest.
“So? I want therapy.”
“Nico—”
He slams the door shut, presses me up against it, and takes my mouth. His kiss is urgent and uncontrolled, like something inside him has snapped.
When his mouth leaves mine to trail down my neck, his breathing is ragged, just like mine.
“I could be in the middle of a session, you know,” I gasp.
“You’re not,” he says with too much certainty.
“How can you be so sure?”
Like I even need to ask?
“It’s Tuesday. You’re closed now. Eva left half an hour ago.” He slides his hands down my thighs to the hem of my skirt and yanks it up around my waist.
“Stalker,” I mock-chastise him.
“I won’t be home tonight, Sophie.”
I freeze, then rear back as my heart skips a beat, not in panic but with how good that word sounds. “What do you mean ‘home’?” I question.
His cheek dimples attractively as he grins. “You’ll have to forgive me for that slip of the tongue, Sophie.” Then he deliberately thickens his accent, “English is not my first language.”
Bullshit. “Like hell it isn’t—” My argument melts away when he slips his thumb beneath the side of my thong. With one tug, the scrap of black lace gives, leaving me bare from the waist down.
He leans back to get a look as he unzips his pants. “Show me that pretty pink pussy, Sparrow.”
He hooks an arm behind my knee and lifts my leg, spreading me almost obscenely while he stares at me. I can’t help it; I moan as my inner muscles contract involuntarily a trickle of wetness seeps through my slit.
“Fucking hell, baby, look at you. All dripping wet and so fucking greedy.”
“Nico, please.” I flush as his words hit me hard; their impact seems to land on my clit.
