Page 19 of Meet Me In Monaco


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“I don’t care that you’re a virgin,” he says, his mouth curving around the word in such an exotic way thanks to his accent. “I stopped because this isn’t good enough. Not for your first time. It has to be special.”

I stare up at him, wondering if he’s joking. “I’m here in Monaco with the sexiest man I’ve ever seen,” I blurt out. “How could it not be special?”

A moment later, I’m cursing my own mouth for dropping exactly what I feel – not the definition of cool. But Nico grins that sexy smile that makes me want to just die looking at it.

“It can be even more special than this,” he says. “I mean it. Really special. Baby, I want to make it the best night of your life. Won’t you let me do that?”

I don’t know in what universe any sane person would be able to say no to that. “Of course,” I breathe.

“Then we wait until tomorrow, so I can make it all as special as possible,” he says, kissing my hand again – and then all the way up my arm, punctuating between his next words. “For tonight. Will you. Accept. Just. A. Little. Taste?”

“A taste?” I ask, feeling my eyes fluttering back in my head as his kisses reach my neck. I barely know how I’m still able to talk. “What does that mean?”

“You’ll see,” he says, pulling back to look me in the eye. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I can’t help but say, and I’m glad I do because a moment later he drops down onto the floor in front of my feet.

I don’t even have the chance to ask what he’s doing. Even if I did, I don’t think my mouth would work enough to form the words. He keeps looking up at me from down there on his knees, all perfect tanned skin and white teeth and expensive suit, as he turns his head to kiss the side of my knee.

His hands follow slowly and softly up the outsides of my thighs as he kisses a trail along the inside, making me shiver. I instinctively open my legs wider and wider to him as he gets closer towards me, feeling his kisses land like falling stars on my skin, each one stinging with electric need.

His hands reach my hips and then shift under me, making me raise my hips off the bed even as I wonder what he’s doing. When his fingers hook into the waistband of my panties I can only gasp, feeling him pull them over my ass and down in one smooth motion. I rest my weight back on the bed as he draws them down over my knees, dropping them to the floor and away, and only then does it occur to me that I’m even more exposed than before.

There is a man on his knees in front of me, looking right up my skirt into my spread legs and exposed bare sex.

Not only that, but he really is the sexist man I’ve ever seen.

The thought makes me feel terrified and incredibly turned on at once, and I’m left indecisive and still, malleable to his suggestions. When his kisses trail along the inside of my thigh again I can only open wider for him, obedient and pliable. He told me to trust him. Whatever he wants to do to me, I know I’m not going to stop him.

I can’t help but gasp out loud when his kisses move off my leg – and right onto my exposed flesh, sending a jolt through all my nerves.

I’ve never been naked like this in front of a man, and now he’s touching me too – and not even with his hands – with his mouth.

Nico bends his head further and presses his mouth against me, making me gasp and wriggle under him, momentarily tightening my legs before I realize that I might end up crushing his head. I let my legs fall open instead, looking down to see something I just can’t believe is real.

Nico, kneeling between my legs, his tongue lapping out of his mouth and running over the whole of me until I shudder.

I want to say something, but my head is completely blitzed. I just can’t think. I want to try to be cool, but instead, I hear myself moaning, reacting to every single movement of his tongue. He laps up and down, every time hitting on a bundle of nerves that seems to set me on fire, sending magic into all of my veins.

I feel something building up inside me, a pleasure that blots out the whole of the rest of the world. I forget about where we are, who we are, the time of day. I forget about the waiting food and being nervous and all the rest. I lose track of myself, find myself lying back on the bed with no idea how I got there, Nico’s tongue –

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