Work For It (Naiad Novels Book 1)

If there’s one thing I can’t complain about, it’s the view on my way down. Daniel is easily one of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen, and while I’ll never admit it to him, what I’m about to do feels like a privilege.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and drag them down with me as I sink to my knees. He’s already hard, and despite having seen and felt him so many times, my breath still catches in my chest at how big he is—how thick. He’s damn near perfect. If I wasn’t reaping the benefits, I’d be furious at the luck this man has.

For a moment, I’m intimidated by him and what I’m about to do; it’s been a long time, and while I can talk a big game, I can only pray I live up to expectations.

With my hands on his thighs, I tip my chin up, waiting for his next instruction. I don’t dare touch him until he tells me to. I’ll give him what he wants, give him that illusion of power, even though we both know he’ll be at my mercy.

He grips the base of his cock and locks me in his gaze. “Open your mouth.”

I do as he commands.

His breath hitches. Good.

A moment later, the head of his cock brushes my lips and circles. I flick my tongue out for a taste, and I’m immediately desperate for more.

“Show me what you want to do, Selene.”

It’s that patronizing tone, the dare, the I bet you won’t do it well, that makes me drag my nails down his thighs and look up at him through my lashes. I’ll accept his challenge. And I’ll make sure he never forgets it.

I brush his hand out of the way and lick from base to tip without hesitation, feeling his surprise. If he thought I was being bold at the office earlier, then he’s in for a shock.

Wrapping my hand around him, I give his length a long, languid stroke before lowering my mouth to him again. I only take the tip, letting my hand do most of the work. If he’s allowed to torture me, the least I can do is give him the same.

When my hair falls forward into my face, he sweeps it back and gathers it in his fist behind my head, making sure to tug a little, though not enough to pull me from his cock.

“You look so good like this.”

In answer, I slowly swirl my tongue over the head. And in response, his grip tightens in my hair. He knows I’m not looking for compliments, though I can’t deny that it spurs me on. If I’m going to be on my knees for him, the least he can do is tell me how pretty I look doing it.

I cup his balls, giving a soft squeeze as I slide my lips farther down his shaft. His hissed breaths only serve to encourage me. I’m entirely too pleased by the noises I’m eliciting from him.

“Fuck. I should have let you do this sooner.”

He’s right. He should have. But he hasn’t given me the opportunity before. Daniel isn’t a selfish lover, another point in his favor, but if he doesn’t walk away from this without taking more of what he wants, then I haven’t done it right.

He groans and throws his head back when his cock touches the back of my throat. But a second later, he’s staring down at me from under heavy lids, like he doesn’t want to miss a moment of what I’m doing.

“You can take it all, baby. Come on.”

I let my other hand wander up the taut muscles of his abdomen, and there’s a slight tremble against my palm. I’m getting to him, even if his voice remains steady. I can make that last bit of control disappear, though, and I succeed when I take in another inch.

If my mouth wasn’t so full, I’d smile at the Spanish curses that fall from his lips. They’re too fast and slurred for me to translate, but his tone is universal. When I pull back and leave him untouched, tormenting him the way he’s done to me so many times, his swearing only grows louder.

“You’re a sadist,” he tells me through a pained laugh. His hold on my hair loosens a little in what I assume is pure disbelief.

With a wicked grin, I run my hand up and down his slick length. “Like I said, I had to reciprocate the kindness you’ve shown me.”

He stares down at me like I’ve simultaneously ruined his life and shown him the secrets of the universe. “Oh, you fucking—”

He doesn’t get to finish the sentence. I take him back into my mouth, not bothering to hold back, pulling another groan from him. I’ll give him what he wants now that he knows what it feels like to be on the receiving end of his oh-so-special treatment. His grip on my hair tightens again, and then he pushes my head down a little, though not enough to make me want to pull back. It’s considerate and yet just hot enough that it has me moaning. The responding roll of his hips only excites me more.

Part of me is tempted to edge him, to pull back and demand that he fuck me if he wants that release. Except, I’m not that cruel—and I want to see him lose control this way too.

“I’m close,” he warns, giving me an out if I want it.

But I don’t. I grip his hips and take him as deeply as I can manage.

“That’s it,” he rasps, clutching the back of my head as he thrusts. “That’s my girl.”

When he comes with a shuddering exhale, I swallow it all, a step further than what I promised him, and the look in his eyes makes it all worth it. There’s a reverence to it, a worshipping, and I bask in it as I sit back on my heels and rest my palms on his thighs like the cat who got the cream.

And I suppose I am.

With his arms under mine, he hauls me to my feet. When I’m slumped against his chest, he bands one arm around my waist and traces my swollen lips with a thumb.

“Where did you learn to be so filthy?” he asks, his voice low and rough, his breathing still ragged as he recovers.

I smirk against his chest. “You know what I do for a living, right?”

“Don’t pull that,” he scolds. “There are plenty of people out there who can write those words but will never follow them up with the same actions.” He drags his lips up my neck. “There’s nothing wrong with that, but…”

“You’re glad I’m not like that,” I finish, pulling back so I can study his face.

His expression is a mix of relief and desire. “So fucking glad.”

I don’t expect him to kiss me. Some men can’t handle tasting themselves on a woman’s lips, but Daniel doesn’t seem to care. It’s another thing I can’t help but admire about him—his lack of fucks when it comes to truly trivial things. He never lets it stop him from getting what he wants, and it’s clear now that he wants me.

“Do you think you have it in you for more?” I ask him once he pulls back a little. Now that we’re back on an equal playing field, I want to be indebted to him again.

His hold on me tightens, and he slips a hand around to cup the back of my neck so I can’t avoid his gaze.

“Anything you want, Selene. I’ll give it to you.”