Page 89 of Tangled Hearts

“You’re leaning across the table all sexy and shit. Don’t act like you don’t know how attractive you are. It’s not a good look for you.”

He faces me with a smirk. “What’s not? Being humble?”

“Is it humble if it’s fake?”

“You’re ridiculous,” he says, laughing.

“Ridiculously hard,” I mumble under my breath. “I mean, be real. What am I supposed to do when you’re leaning over the table like that? All hot? With your hands and your muscles and—well, your whole body, really?”

He lets out a huff, turning to face me. “Act like a functioning human being, maybe.”

I wrinkle my nose. “Well, that sounds boring.”

Nic makes his way around the table, stepping close to me, and my heart flies into my throat. He nuzzles my skin, sending shivers down my spine and making goosebumps erupt over my skin. “Yes, that,” I breathe. I palm his cock, smiling when it twitches under my palm. “See, you like it too.”

He drags his lips over my racing pulse, then down the side of my throat. “Of course I like it. I’m fucking crazy about you, Eli.” As soon as he says the words, he steps back, leaving me leaning toward him, my heart racing and my cock even harder. “But we’re also in your dad’s business, and they’re in the next room. Behave yourself now.”

I hate behaving myself. “Fine. What am I supposed to do, though?” This isn’t my first fundraiser, of course, but it’s my first one with most of my brainpower gone.

He taps the paper. “You can finish going through this list.”

“I hate going through lists,” I pout.

Nic laughs, stepping away from me. I finish going through the list, even though my dick doesn’t want to behave the way Nic told me to. Everything is checked off and all the vendors are good to go.

I toss the papers onto the table with a huff. “All done. Everything’s good to go. Still horny, though.” I glare at Nic’s back. “This is all your fault.”

He sets the last box against the wall, then turns to me. A strand of his hair has fallen over his eyes, and it makes my breath catch. It’s really unfair how hot he is. “It’s not my fault.”

I nod, heart pounding. “It is. I’m an innocent party.”

“Innocent?” He raises an eyebrow. “I think we have different definitions of what that word means.”

“I’m innocent enough. I’m not the one over here doing sexy shit.”

Nic makes his way slowly across the room, ratcheting up my heartbeat with each cautious step. “I told you to behave, doll.”

I wrinkle my nose. “You like me better when I don’t.”

He laughs. “I like you all the time.” After glancing at the door, he steps closer. “Five minutes.”

What? “Five minutes? What do you mean?”

Of course he’s not going to answer me. Why would he? That would make my life so much easier. Grabbing my hands, he pulls me to my feet, then wordlessly undoes my jeans and pulls my throbbing cock out. My stomach flips as he sinks to his knees. “Five minutes, Eli. If you don’t come in five minutes, you’ll wait until tomorrow.”

That’s all the warning I get before the heat of his mouth is engulfing me. I gasp, my hips jerking forward. He bobs on my cock, taking me to the back of his throat. My toes curl in my shoes as my blood boils in my veins. Holy fuck, he’s actually sucking me off in the middle of The Hart Foundation.

My fingers tangle in his hair on instinct. Not to control him, just to ground myself. Fuck, there’s not a single reason in the world for me to try to control him. Not when he sucks my cock like this. “I was wrong.” Nic’s eyes shoot to mine. Oh fuck. He cannot look at me that way while his lips are stretched around me and his eyes are burning with lust. My cock jerks against the roof of his mouth. “So much better than boba,” I grit out.

His eyes light up, and he goes back to his task. He’s ruining my fucking life. I’m never going to want anyone but him ever again. I gasp, trying to fight back the moans that want to pour from my throat.

He swallows around the head of my cock, and I choke back a groan. “Gonna come… Oh fuck, Nic… I—I’m—” I tighten my grip on his hair, my knees going weak as I shoot down his throat. He moans softly around my shaft, swallowing over and over to keep up. When I’m done, he sits back on his heels, wiping his mouth. Then he tucks me back into my jeans and zips them up, like he didn’t just blow my entire mind and suck half of my soul out through my cock.

He gives my thigh a gentle pat and stands. “That should buy me at least… what? Twenty minutes of you behaving?”

“Rude.”

I nearly jump out of my skin when there’s a knock on the door. “Hey, Nic?” Fuck, it’s Beck. I glance down at my pants, like somehow the evidence of what we did is gonna be visible. “When you’re done defiling my son, do you think you could help me with something?”