Page 10 of Tell Me You Need Me

“Hey, ladies.” Max offers a broad smile. “Sis, you have a ride home tonight?”

“I do.” There’s no hesitation in my tone. The older big brother has come out to play, and if I don’t have this set up, well, then he’ll either offer me a ride or crowd my space until my hired car leaves the club with me safely ensconced inside.

Within minutes of Maxim arriving, the rest of the girls slowly begin to filter out of the booth, heading over to join their men on the other side of the lounge. Seraphina slips beside Rafe, Alex is pulled into Dante’s lap, and one by one, the booth empties until it’s me sitting alone while my older brother stands nearby, sipping his drink.

“Call me if your ride falls through, yeah.” He swirls his glass before taking his leave, and not a second too soon, either, because my phone is vibrating in my lap.

“Will do.” I pick my phone up once he’s taken his leave, and my breath catches in my throat.

Nolan: You’re driving me insane. Your laugh. Your smile. The way I can’t keep my eyes off you.

My thumbs fly across the screen.

Me: You deserve it. You brought all of the guys, intentionally crashing my girls’ night. You’re possessive, a pain in my ass, and you’re disturbingly hot.

Another reply flashes right as the message says Read, and it sends a wave of desire straight to my core.

Nolan: You haven’t seen possessive yet, trouble. When I get you back to my penthouse tonight, I’m bending you over the island in my kitchen, pulling those tiny lace panties to the side, and making you scream my name while I lick your pussy until you lose your voice. Tell me you’re ready to leave.

I look up from my screen, catching Nolan’s gaze. He raises his glass to his lips, his tongue sliding out, which does dangerous things to my aching center. What I don’t do is look at Max, who is busy waving down a server to order another round for the guys.

“Ahem, Max,” I grab his attention so he doesn’t interrupt what I’m about to do, because, believe me, if my older brother couldn’t find me, he’d do whatever it took, including barging into a women’s only room. “I’m going to step away to the restroom.”

“Sure, kiddo.” Max nods before going back to his task. I slide from my seat, stand up, and move across the room. My high heels click against the concrete floor as I navigate through the soft velvet curtains toward the private restrooms at the end of the hallway.

The moment I push through the door to the single-occupancy luxury bathroom, locking the deadbolt behind me, I pull my phone back out and fire off a response.

Mischa: Why wait until we get home when I’m all alone right now?

I don’t have to wait long, in fact, I barely have enough time to set my phone down on the marble vanity before a heavy knock rattles the solid wood of the door. I unlock the deadbolt with a sharp clack, and before I can open the door, a massive hand pushes it inward. Nolan steps into the private bathroom, slams the door shut behind him, and twists the lock into place with one swift flick of his wrist. And even that is sexy.

The sheer heat of his body fills the small room. He looks untamed. Somewhere along the way he rolled his sleeves up to forearms, and when he flexes them, it makes my knees weak.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game, Mischa,” he rumbles. His voice vibrates in that low gravelly tone.

“I’m not playing, Nolan. I meant every single word,” I whisper, stepping closer to him. My palms slide up his chest. Nolan lets out dark groan and closes the distance between us. He grabs my waist, lifting me effortlessly off my feet, and presses my back against the locked door. His mouth crashes down on mine in a deep, bruising, and completely consuming kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, claiming me, tasting me with a furious passion that makes my fingers press into his firm muscles.

I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, pulling him as close as humanly possible. I can feel his hard cock through his pants—massive, impressive, and pressing directly against my wet core through the thin fabric of my panties. I rock my hips forward, grinding myself against his hard length, and let out a breathless, muffled whimper directly into his mouth.

Nolan’s grip on my hips tightens so hard his fingers dig into my flesh. He pulls his mouth away just a fraction of an inch, and his dark eyes lock onto mine with a burning intensity. His large, calloused hand glides up my neck, wrapping gently but firmly around my throat in that commanding hold I’ve grown addicted to. He tips my head back, his thumb resting against my jawline.

“If you think we’re going to keep sneaking around like this,” he rasps, his mouth scorching my swollen lips, “there’s no way I’m going to keep pretending you’re just my assistant while your brother stands ten feet away.”

“Nolan…” I gasp while he nudges his cock against my aching clit.

“We aren’t hiding, Mischa.” His tone leaves no room for yielding, it’s dripping with raw alpha power. “I’m done with the secrets. I’m not some little piss-ass teenager hiding in the shadow. I’m a grown fucking man, and you are mine.”

“What about Max?” I whisper, my heart leaping to my throat at the same time loving the validation Nolan is giving me, giving us. His thumb strokes the side of my neck while he keeps his gaze locked on mine.

“If your brother has a problem with it,” Nolan rumbles, leaning in until his lips are brushing mine, “that’s too damn bad. He’ll just have to get used to it.” He swoops back in, capturing my mouth in a hard, searing kiss that promises the storm brewing outside this bathroom is nothing compared to the fire we’ve already set.

CHAPTER EIGHT

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I’m sitting in Dante’s glass-walled office in the same building we all work in, just on different floors. I’m sipping on my black coffee while trying to ignore the lingering scent of warm vanilla and jasmine. When I left my penthouse this morning, Mischa was sound asleep in my bed. Luckily, we had the forethought to leave The Sphere at a reasonable hour last night—or as reasonable as we could manage after nearly tearing at each other’s clothes in the VIP bathroom. On the drive back, we stopped at her apartment so she could pack a week’s worth of clothes. Not nearly enough for what I want, but it’ll do for now.

By the time we stepped under the waterfall shower in the master bath, neither of us had patience for anything else except one another. I pinned her against the Italian marble, lifted her thigh over my hip, and her greedy cunt sucked the tip of my cock deep inside. Neither of us lasted very long. Her body shivered and tightened around mine so hard, causing her to scream my name when my hand wrapped around the column of her throat.