“Yeah.”
I stepped between his knees.
Nixx’s hands landed on my hips and pulled me closer until my thighs touched the edge of the chair. I could feel how hard he already was when I leaned in.
“You used to stare at my mouth.”
“You used to do that on purpose.”
“Still do.” His thumb dragged along the waistband of my jeans. “Used to sit here thinking about spreading you open on this leather and eating you until you forgot both my names.”
I kissed him before he could keep talking.
His grip tightened as I climbed onto his lap, careful of the freshly wrapped tattoo. The chair creaked beneath us. His c**k pressed up against me through our jeans, thick and insistent, and I rocked against it once just to feel him twitch.
“This thing has seen enough.”
“Not even close.” He bit my lower lip. “I
