Page 64 of Breadwinner

“No. You didn’t.”

“Lie back,” Nell murmured, pushing gently at Sarah’s shoulders, crawling up her body as, once again, her back was pressed up against the bills surrounding them.

Each kiss Nell left along her felt like a signature—a mark of Sarah’s worth—and when Nell straddled Sarah’s thigh, rocking against her ever so slightly, Sarah could feel how much she approved. Nell’s slick, warm want coated her thigh as she ground lightly against her, teasing her. Sarah’s hands fisted in the sheets. She didn’t dare move.

When Nell finally lowered herself onto the strap, Sarah gasped, utterly undone by the sound Nell made as she filled her. A long, low moan, sacred and rare, just like Nell.

Then she began to move.

The rhythm started slowly, purposefully, as Nell rolled her hips in a way that caused the right amount of friction of theharness against Sarah’s clit, sending pleasure through her entire body, clouding her thoughts.

“You feel so good,” Nell purred, riding her in deep, rolling waves. “Look at you. Justlook at youfucking me.”

She wanted so badly to touch Nell, to reach up and cup her perfect breasts, take a nipple into her mouth and?—

“Touch me,” Nell whispered.

Permission.That was all she needed. Her hands flew to Nell’s waist, then her back, her ribs, her breasts—anywhere she could reach. Sheneededto know what Nell felt like, needed to memorize every inch while she had the chance, consuming as much of her as humanly possible before the chance was gone.

An animalistic growl came from the back of her throat as her hands gripped Nell’s hips. She was trying to hold on to reality but quickly losing the fight. With every twist of Nell’s hips, every gasp, everyYes, more, right therethat left her lips, Sarah was coming undone.

“Make me come,” Nell commanded, in that low and electric tone that drove her absolutely wild.

Sarah surged up into her, desperate to give Nell everything she wanted, everything shedeserved, and,God, she was going to come, too.

She felt Nell’s thighs tremble as her hips jerked, and they came together, Nell with a cry that etched itself onto Sarah’s skin, branding her with the sound of Nell’s pleasure.

TWELVE

NELL

RULE #8: IF YOU’RE GOING TO DO RECKLESS SHIT, BE PREPARED TO BUY YOUR WAY OUT.

Hundred-dollar bills clung to Nell’s sweat-slicked skin as she lay on her back next to Sarah, limbs splayed out, their breathing gradually evening. Sarah exhaled beside her, still humming with satisfaction.

She stared at the ceiling, pretending her heart wasn’t still racing.What did you do?

This hadn’t been her plan. At all.

She had planned to come up here and fuck Sarah completely senseless—bend her over the bed, pull the strap tight around her own hips, and drive into Sarah over and over until she was breathless and begging and completely wrecked. She had spent all evening imagining the exact moment she’d slide into Sarah, the sounds Sarah would make, and the way her shoulders would shudder at the feeling of taking all of Nell. She had pictured herself in complete control.

But then something had felt different. There had been a moment of seeing Sarah standing there, naked and waiting for her instruction, with nothing but complete willingness to please, that unraveled something in her she didn’t know existed and definitely hadn’t planned for. Her response to the feeling had been a reckless risk when she’d decided to crawl up the lengthof Sarah’s body, leaving kisses in her wake. It had been pure impulse when she’d ground her desire against Sarah’s thigh, desperate for release. And when she’d climbed on top of Sarah, feeling the fullness of her as she slid herself onto the strap... all her calculations had gone out the window, and she acted on desire alone.

Fuck. It’s okay. We can fix this.

Nellclosed her eyes, willing herself not to let her panic show.

Sarah turned toward her, hair perfectly mussed and a lazy, satisfied glint in her swirling hazel eyes. She wore a cocky grin like a badge of honor, and on any other occasion, Nell would have scolded her for it. She looked so damn pleased with herself. Drunk on power and approval.

It was almost cute.

“You’re staring,” Sarah said smugly, bending her arm at the elbow and propping her head up.

“I earned the right,” Nell countered, letting her eyes trace down the length of Sarah’s body, admiring the absence of insecurity in the way she seemed perfectly fine to hang about naked, chatting.

“By all means, please continue.” Sarah laughed, fingers ghosting along the sensitive skin of Nell’s ribs, tracing the spot right where her tattoo was. Nell shuddered involuntarily at the touch.

“My Latin is a little rusty, what does it mean?” Sarah said softly.