Chapter 1

“Why are you embarrassed, it feels good doesn’t it?”

You whisper against his neck, chuckling at the way his heart speeds up as soon as he feels your teasing fingers slide back into his half unbuttoned shirt, brushing your digits over his nipples.

Nero can only groan as his pretty eyes take in your smirking lips, leaning down in a silent plea for you to plant them on his. Granting his desperate wish, you drag him even lower by his neck and smash your lips against his.

As always, his strong flavor matches his alluring scent, the biting taste of cigars, spicy remnants of alcohol that linger behind and something else you can’t quite place, that complements his already rich taste with a sweet aftertaste. You simply cannot get enough of him. The soft groans and occasional whimpers in contrast with his overwhelming personality and his vulnerable look make your head spin, getting you high on the power you hold over such a strong and sophisticated man.

Another groan leaves his mouth as he feels you pull his shirt out of his pants and rip it off his strong frame. His clothes lay scattered around the desk, long since having served their purpose, not needed by either of you anymore.

You sit down on the empty table, pushing Nero right where he belongs, onto his knees before his queen. Already knowing what you want from him, he obediently waits for your next move. Your blood red high heel comes to rest against his strong shoulder, the amused smirk on your face making a wave of shivers run down his bare back as he swallows with anticipation.

Cupping your leg with both hands, Nero presses his lips against your stocking-clad calf. The silky black material of your thigh highs tickles his nose as he slowly moves higher and higher.

With an amused chuckle you finally decide to address the owner of the burning gaze, that most certainly already created a couple of holes in your pretty dress.“

You know you can join us any time you want, the choice is yours~” Throwing a wink over your shoulder you turn your focus back to Nero, wondering just how long it would take for the other brooding man in the room to break.

Angelo frowned, not replying to your salaciously drawn out remark and simply sinking deeper into the couch he was watching you from.

It wasn’t a secret to you, that your childhood friend harbored rather strong feelings for you.