In The Darkness (Project Artemis #1)(48)

Nick began slowly unbuttoning his grey dress shirt. With a sexy smile that never failed to make her want him, he explained, “On a grill is the only right answer, unless you don’t have a grill, which we do. Then, and only then, are you allowed to boil them. Never fried.”

Rolling her eyes at this obsession with hot dog cooking, she continued. “Later on, I went for a walk outside to get some fresh air and Hunter and Roman were having some discussion about shooting on their way to the range. I didn’t hear much of what they were saying, but one of them had some problem with the other doing something with his gun. After a few minutes of listening to them, I just came back in. I swear all these men do is butt heads.”

Persephone watched as Nick tossed his shirt onto the vanity near him and began to unbuckle his belt. She suddenly worried she sounded ungrateful for all he’d done to gather up the men who would work for them on Project Artemis.

“Please don’t think I don’t like them, Nick. It’s just going to take some getting used to.”

He smiled and pushed off his shoes. “I’m sure it will be fine.”

As he stepped out of his black pants and boxer briefs, she watched in rapt attention, loving the sight of his muscular body. “I don’t want you to think I don’t like them or what they’re going to do for the group.”

Shaking his head, he tossed his dark dress socks over next to his shoes. “I don’t think that.”

Without another word, he climbed into the tub behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he sat down. She’d noted the size of this particular tub before she ordered it, thinking it would be perfect for two people as well as one. As Nick situated himself now, she had to admit she’d been right.

It was perfect.

His lips touched the tender skin under her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Nick wove his fingers through hers and whispered, “I was completely wrong about this tub thing.”

Persephone turned to look at him and saw him smiling. “Oh yeah. Why?”

He shrugged. “I had no idea how great a bath could be. I’ve always been a shower kind of guy.”

“Are we talking about baths or something else?” she asked, noticing the sparkle in his eyes.

She felt his hard cock press against the small of her back, and then he chuckled low and deep. “Something else,” he answered with a sexy grin.

Nick gently spun her around to face him and positioned her legs on either side of his body so she sat just where he needed her to. Setting his hands on her hips, he lifted her as he tilted his hips to slide into her achingly slowly.

Persephone watched as his cock disappeared inside her, filling her completely. Looking up at him, she couldn’t help think he looked like a perfect specimen of manhood.

“Mmmm…I swear you’re trying to torture me,” she said, moaning at how good he felt beneath her. Against her. Inside her.

“No torture. Just taking my time. After a long day at work, there’s nothing better than fucking the woman you love slowly to make it last.”

Rolling her hips, she leaned forward and kissed him. “What if the woman you love wants things to move a little faster?”

At that moment, what she really wanted was to ride him with utter abandon until the two of them came so hard they collapsed. His hands holding her hips in place made that impossible, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be able to in a minute or so. All he needed was a little convincing.

Nick grinned. “So some wild fucking is on the menu tonight? Hmmm…sounds good to me.”

Suddenly, he pulled back from her so his cock nearly left her and then thrust his hips forward so he completely filled her once again. He licked his lips and moaned, “Something like that?”

“Oh yeah,” she said in his ear. “Exactly like that.”

He slid his hands down over her ass and squeezed her cheeks hard as he began pumping into her, the sound of their bodies joining and the water moving around them making her even more excited.

Persephone loved when they were alone and Nick dropped the aloofness he tended to show others. She’d known from the first time he looked into her eyes as she sat tied to that chair that the man behind the fa?ade was so much more.

With each thrust into her body, he claimed her once again just as he did back in that house. Over time, she’d watched him accept what he’d done, and even though she had a feeling he still hadn’t forgiven himself, he never showed her that anymore.

Now when they made love, he was simply a man consumed with giving her pleasure and reveling in their time together.

He looked up at her and smiled wickedly in that way that never failed to make her weak with need. “I love watching you ride me. You know that?”

Raising herself up onto her knees, she teased the head of his cock for a long moment before she slowly slid down, taking all of him inside her. He tilted his head back and groaned low, like the sound came from somewhere deep inside him.

“Oh God…that’s it. Right there, baby.”

Tracing her finger down over his Adam’s apple, Persephone delighted in how sensual he looked lying there as she slid up and down his cock. She could watch him like that for the rest of her life.

She rolled her hips and heard him sigh. “Oh God. Jesus, Seph. You’re killing me.”

“That’s a good thing,” she said with a satisfied smile.