I barely knew him.
And yet, I felt as if I’d known him for several lifetimes.
What is happening to me?
I didn’t do insta-love, or love in general. No, this wasn’t that. Maybe insta-lust? Yes, that seemed more accurate. But what was this deep connection to him? Why did I yearn to submit to his every command?
Even now, I licked him clean, making sure I left him spotless before returning him to his trousers. Then waited between his legs before he gave me permission to rise.
It just felt so natural.
So real.
Some.
Like I’d been lost for years and only Nero had the ability to bring out the woman I longed to be.
Not necessarily the submissive, but an adventurous vixen.
A woman who sucked a man off in public without caring what anyone thought.
A woman who gave her virginity willingly during a night of heated passion with a stranger.
He released my neck and drew his thumb across my jaw to my lips. I kissed the thick pad and licked it as he dipped it inside my mouth.
“You’re perfect,” he rumbled from above. “Come here. I want to see your freshly fucked mouth, Kailiani.”
I moved carefully upward, returning to my seat and looking directly at him instead of the rest of the room. Who cared if anyone saw me? One look at Nero and they’d have to understand why. The man was a fucking god among men.
He palmed my cheek and drew me to him for a kiss that seared my insides. I practically melted into him, my legs clenching at the intensity radiating from my core. A whimper slipped from my mouth to his, the need for him to touch me nearly undoing my ability to sit upright.
“I’m starting to think you enjoyed that more than I did,” he murmured, licking my lower lip. “Mmm, one moment.” He pulled away to address the waiter standing by our table with a bottle of wine. “Proceed.”
Our poor waiter looked ready to faint as he held the bottle out for Nero’s inspection, his nervousness at interrupting us evident in the way his hand shook. I almost pitied the guy, but the sight of a familiar face across the room had me forgetting all about him.
Veronica.
She gave me a knowing look, then cocked her head toward the left. I followed the gesture to the signs for the bathroom.
Didn’t take a genius to figure out what she wanted.
“I approve.” Nero’s comment was in regard to the wine.
I leaned into him. “I’m going to go freshen up in the ladies’ room.”
His palm grasped my thigh before I could move, and he dipped his head to my ear. “Sure. Just remember, you’re not allowed to come without my permission.” He nipped my lobe, his words causing my insides to melt.
He thought I wanted to gorelievemyself.
“That’s not—”
“Go, Kailiani,” he whispered. “Hurry back and remember what I said.”
He squeezed my leg and released me, sending a fresh wave of heat over my already hot body.
Oh, God. This man…
I shook my head and forced myself to move. Otherwise, I’d probably end up under the table again.
