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Nell placed a hand on my chest and pushed me back so I was lying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling once more.
She threw a leg over my hips, straddling me.
My already hard cock strained against my jeans, and I groaned as she ground down on me.
She ripped her mouth away from mine, and her lips began darting across my cheek, down my jawline, and then I felt her hands working over the belt of my pants.
Desire, thick and rough, coursed through me, and I needed to touch her, needed to feel her, needed to taste her.
I reached down to cup her chin, trying to bring her mouth back up to mine so I could flip her over and feast on her until she was screaming my name, but a feral grin pulled up the corners of her lips as she shook her head.
“Uh-uh,” she hummed. “Tonight is about you.”
I chuckled darkly, remembering how not that long ago I had used those exact words on her.
Before I could argue back, her hands came down to grip and knead me through my jeans as she worked on loosening my belt and freeing me.
My head tilted back, and I groaned, bucking my hips up to meet the friction of her grip.
I felt it the moment she successfully got my pants undone and opened enough to extract me between the swaths of fabric, and as her mouth came down and pressed over the head of my cock, a hiss of pure ecstasy escaped me.
She worked me over, her tongue swirling around as she sucked me hard.
It wasn’t very long before the only thoughts that consumed me were of Nell and all the ways I was going to pay her back for the gift she was giving me at that very moment.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
NELL
I smiledat Blake as we exited the museum, his taste still on my tongue.
After I'd blown him in the solarium, he'd tried to continue things, but I'd stopped it.
I remembered how it felt that day in Kitty's when we were shopping, to feel so satisfied from my orgasm but so confused by everything that had happened.
It had been deliciously tantalizing, and I was glad to finally get the chance to pay a little of that back.
"So, how am I doing so far?" Blake asked as he squeezed my hand.
"Doing on what?"
"The date," he shot me a look that told me it should be obvious, and I chuckled.
"It's pretty great so far." I grinned at him.
"Good," he smiled back. "Because the night isn't over yet."
He surged forward, tugging me along behind him as he made his way down the sidewalk, trailing along the outside of Central Park.
The city was alive around us, Christmas decorations gleaming in windows as they passed.
We walked in companionable silence, and as I took in the sights around me, I couldn't help but think of what he revealed to me earlier that night.
My heart gave a pang as I thought about it, thought about how much I had made fun of him and used his privilege against him, the privilege that it turns out he didn't even have.
Guilt unfurled in my belly, and I tried to push myself past it, tried my best to stamp it down, telling myself that it wasn't my fault because I didn't know.
How could I mitigate something that I didn't even know about? But no matter how hard I tried, that small kernel of guilt refused to be silenced.
