a concept, nicky has been teasing you all night and has you backed against a wall, but you've had it. so you pull his tie to pull him closer and he gets all flustered
The quick thrum of your pulse beneath your skin had seemed never-ending that night. Nicky had kept you on edge ever since the two of you had returned from the speakeasy; constantly teasing you, flirting with you, giving you fleeting touches that sparked brief embers of excitement in your gut. You felt almost breathless and irate as the night neared its end. All of his staff had left for the day, leaving you and him alone in the grand lounge.
Your hand was trembling as you fixed yourself a drink. And as you heard the leather of his chair creak as he stood, you couldn't help but feel the need to curse Nicky Valentino and his damn charm.
No less than a moment later and a large hand was trailing around your back and over your hip. Resisting the shudder that attempted to buzz through your body, you simply sipped your drink and turned to look at him. You really wish you hadn't.
Those sinful lips of his were curled into a smug smirk, eyes alight and twinkling with mischief. You were only face-to-face for a second before he had you backed up against the wall with a thud and you huffed something about being cautious of your drink, unless he wanted his prized alcohol dumped all over the floor.
"Don't worry about that, toots," he purred, forearm planting itself on the wall just above your head so he could stoop down to your eye-level. You clutched your glass a bit harder. He was so close, you could feel his breath fan against your face and you were sure your noses would bump if you just raised your head a minuscule amount.
And yet, he didn't do anything. Just kept you there, lips hovering millimetres from your own, free hand dancing up and down your waist.
"Nicky." Your voice was quiet. Desperate as you looked at him, pleading with him to kiss you. Touch you more, just do something other than just look at you. The frustration bubbling within came to a sudden boiling point when he had the audacity to flash a toothy grin and lean back. The shock on his face only having mere seconds to manifest as you grabbed ahold of his tie and yanked him back again.
Your teeth clacked together on impact, and the painful sensation shot right through your face, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care. Blindly reaching out to set your glass aside, you moved your hands up to cradle his face, cupping both of his cheeks so he couldn't pull away again. He didn't seem to want to. He groaned low in his throat as both of his hands slid to your waist and squeezed.
When you weaved your fingers through his short hair and tugged, his lips parted in a rough gasp that morphed into a pleasured moan as your tongue slipped passed. Heat prickled under the surface of your skin when Nicky pressed forward, his growing arousal becoming evident as it ground into your pelvis. You had to pull away with a gasp of your own, fighting for laboured breaths as you finally caught eyes with the family boss.
His cheeks were a deep red, hair disheveled from your work on it. His eyebrows were furrowed, lips shiny and wet from the kiss. He looked a mess, and while you were sure you did too, you felt satisfaction knowing you had at least gotten your own back on the man.
You gathered yourself enough to flash an innocent smile at him, taking his hand and rolling up the sleeve of his jacket to look at his watch.
"Oh, would you look at the time. I really should be getting to bed."
You offered a kiss to the cheek before squirming away from your place between him and the wall, feeling the burn of his gaze on your back as you made a swift exit before he cleared his head enough to chase you. You were sure he would enact some kind of revenge when his mind calmed into thinking clearly, but if it was of the same degree that you had given him, you were sure you wouldn't mind one bit.
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