I caress his trembling legs and he brushes my hair away from my face as he lifts my chin, forcing me to meet his dreamy blue eyes. I hold his gaze and smile at how easily I was able to make him come apart with my mouth.
“You’re going to make it impossible for me to ever forget you, Ciara,” he murmurs, reaching out to wipe a drop of his milky honey from my lips.
I may be on my knees, but it’s the ultimate position to be in to give a man pleasure. It doesn’t matter how much they think they’re in control, they always melt like ice inside my mouth.
“Come on, get up. I still have my work cut out for me if I want to make you climax two more times.” He grabs my hand and pulls me up before lifting me off the floor.
“Damn, you haven’t forgotten?”
“Not a chance, baby girl.”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t make good on your word.”
“Honey, when I’m done with you, I promise, you won’t be disappointed. Why don’t I remove these annoying panties?” He’s already folded in front of me, forcing me to hold on to his back as he pulls down my panties. “Oooh, am I responsible for making you so wet?”
“Let’s say you have a way with words and your cock makes for a succulent and sweet dessert.”
“Why don’t I lick the juices dripping from your pussy? It would be a shame to let such sweetness go to waste.” He grabs my ass with strong hands, slamming my body against his.
“Oh. Are you going to talk dirty to me again?”
“I’m not going to waste energy talking when I can think of better things to do with my mouth,” he says, pushing me on the bed. “You’re so sexy naked like this.” He slides to his knees. “Spread them wide, honey. I’m going to make you come so hard our poor friend Brian might have to come running to your rescue.”
His hungry eyes hold my gaze as he dips his finger into my wetness. His touch sends shockwaves throughout my body. I shudder, whimpering as I pinch my hard nipples for relief.
“Ah,” I gasp. I’m so unprepared for this surge of excitement to overtake me like this. “Damn,” I cry out when he slides his finger from my warm pussy along my crack, rubbing a spot few men have been privileged to touch.
“Are you okay, sweetness?” He grins.
“Shit, you’re good.” I’m surprised by how my body responds to this guy.
His finger slides over my asshole again, probing the entrance hidden between my cheeks. “You know what I like about poking my finger there?”
I’m too turned on to respond and I can only shake my head from left to right anticipating his answer.
“It’s dirty, wrong and it’s almost sinful.”
“Oh,” I breathe out.
He wiggles his finger inside my asshole as he strokes the insides of my trembling thighs. “I can make you feel even better than this, Ciara,” he says, holding my gaze.
“Really?” I whimper. How the hell can anything feel better than this?
He holds on to my knees and spreads my legs wider, forcing me to reposition my feet, still clad in my Christian Louboutins.
“You know, those outrageously sexy shoes are what got you in this predicament in the first place.”
Thank God for these heels.
He bites the inside of my thighs, sending chills up my spine. Each bite becomes more ravenous the closer he gets to my ass.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I pant as my body shivers from his tease.
His hot tongue swirls and plays with the delicate ring of flesh before he probes inside me.
“Oh, Jesus,” I gasp, pulling his hair in an attempt to contain the pleasure. This is fucking mind-blowing.
He’s probing me with urgency, alternating between entering his tongue into my tightness and caressing my clit with the tip of his nose. The sensation of having both sensitive areas of my body teased so unmercifully at the same time nearly sends me over the edge.
“I’m going to eat you like a starved man and I want you to keep your eyes on me the whole time. Are we clear?”
I don’t have time to take in his words, I simply nod, too consumed to think.
He opens my lips with his fingers, exposing my clit, before diving into my wetness. The contact of his tongue against my throbbing node is like a blessing and a punishment.
“Holy shit,” I scream out, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.
The sweet sensation of him stroking my clit, rubbing over and over as his tongue swirls around my hard nub, crashes through me like a tidal wave.
“Argh,” I scream out, shaking. I can’t take this anymore. It’s too much, too strong, too perfect. I can’t remember the last time a man gave me so much pleasure with his tongue. “Nikolaj,” I moan, nearing the edge. “Good Lord.”
I grab the sheets, holding on for dear life as he laps my clit with agonizing sweet pressure. He devours me, sucking, licking and probing to the point of no return.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I beg.
I can’t help it. My entire body is trembling uncontrollably. He’s overtaken my body and all of my senses. I gladly surrender to him and he has free rein to take my body to new heights of ecstasy.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I scream out as he plunges his tongue deep inside me at the same time as he presses his thumb on my sensitive clit.
He grips my thighs firmly, making it impossible for me to escape his sweet torture. Make me come. He licks me harder and alternates between toying with his tongue and massaging me with his lips. Yes. He relentlessly rubs my clit, determined to make good on his promise.
Oh. Oh. Oh.
Heat rushes through me as the sweet buildup preceding an earth-shattering climax makes me tremble with anticipation. I press my legs together, trapping his head between my thighs, forcing him to bring relief to my throbbing clit.
I need him to make me come. I need to remember what it feels like to come undone under a man’s touch.
“Fuck, I’m close.” I let out a carnal sound as I grip his hair and press his head harder against me. “Oh, Nikolaj,” I scream out before coming undone.
“Your pussy is sweeter than I expected. I could make you come with my tongue all night long,” he says, kissing between my thighs.
He’s naughtier than I ever imagined. I don’t know of any other guy who’s been able to unravel me to this point.
There’s no need to fake it with this guy.
“Two for three,” he says, lifting his head to meet my gaze. “You’re shaking so badly, baby,” he teases, flashing a victorious smile. “If you could see the dazed look on your face baby, it's amazing.”
I’m so consumed by the sweet ecstasy of this climax, I can’t think straight.
“I have another round to go.”
“Huh?” I’m worried my body cannot sustain a third orgasm in such a short period of time.
“I’m ready for more, baby. I have yet to fuck you senseless and I know you wouldn’t allow this to go to waste, would you?” He stands over me, revealing an erection on the verge of an eruption.
I can’t believe he’s so hard.
Looking at him stroking himself with a dangerous smile on his face as his cock jerks in his hand is such a turn-on.
He leaves me no choice and I don’t protest when he turns my body around, forcing me to get on all fours, before wrapping his nine-inch cock and entering me with urgency.
Nikolaj holds true to his third promise and he rides me doggy-style like a cowboy at a rodeo until my exhausted body collapses on the bed.
I’m spent.
No man has ever made me come four times in one night.
This guy’s a Greek god of sexual desire.
BOOK 1—CASUAL ENCOUNTER
Chapter Four
The knock on the door wakes me up. I turn to my side and grab my phone to check the time. “It’s nine o’clock, who the heck is it?”
“It must be my suit,” Nikolaj moans in a sleepy voice next to me.
“Oh, yeah. You’ll need to get up and get it. I’m
“Yes, madam.” He kisses my cheek and slides out of bed.
Did this really happen? Did I actually allow him to sleep next to me?
I usually pick any room in the house to have sex other than the bedroom. I blame the buzz of the alcohol for allowing Nikolaj to drag me to bed and have his way with me. I was way too exhausted to kick him out of bed afterward. I’ll make sure it never happens again, even if I secretly enjoyed sleeping nestled inside in his strong arms.
Go back to sleep. It’s way too early to get up. This guy worked me so hard last night.
I shut my eyes, desperate to fall back to sleep, but I can hear him exchange pleasant banter with the hotel staff who dropped off his suit.
How can he find the energy to be so chatty after last night?
As I drift back into sleep, he slides his warm body next to mine before wrapping his arms around my breasts. “You know, it’s not too late for me to go sleep on the sofa bed,” he says, kissing my cheek. He grabs my ass and lets out a lustful grunt suggesting he might be ready for a morning round.
There’s no way I’m letting him inside me again.
“Leave me alone. I need to sleep.” I pull the sheets over my head.
“No, you don’t. Wake up. Let’s go do something fun.”
“Nikolaj, my entire body is aching and I’m pretty sure when I try to get up I’ll fall. You worked me so hard last night I doubt my legs will hold me.”
“Admittedly, I might have gone a little overboard, but you bring out this raw sexual energy from me and you wore those shoes, they’re like an aphrodisiac.”
We both laugh.
“I’m cool if you have other plans and I will gracefully retreat to my rented Toronto home alone, but if you don’t have anything on the agenda…”
“Are you guilt-tripping me?”
“Heavens, no. I’d never resort to such tactics, unless I really, really, really wanted to spend more time with you, which, by the way, I do.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“I have access to my car again, so why don’t we go for a nice breakfast near my home?”
“And where’s that?”
“I live in the Beaches. It’s a spectacular neighborhood near Lake Ontario and at this time of the year it feels like paradise on earth. We can whiz by my house, I’ll give you a tour, I’ll change into something more casual and we can go eat. Once we’re done, we can go for a leisurely walk and we can get to know each other a little bit more.”
He’s got it all figured out.
Normally, I’d run out the door if a guy alluded to getting to know each other after a one-night stand. Once I’ve made him come, my job is done. But for some reason, I’m excited by the idea of spending more time with Nikolaj.
“It’s a miracle for me to meet a woman I want to spend more time with after a night of passion and naughtiness.”
“Is that what you call last night?”
“Well, in your case, it’s more like a night of mind-blowing sex, but I was trying to be poetic.”
“Wow. How can I live up to this high rating after today?” I say jokingly.
“Trust me, it’s well deserved. From what you shared last night, you tend not to stick around after you’ve been with a guy, but I’m hoping I might convince you to change your mind.”
“Really? Well, why don’t I take a shower and think about it,” I say casually, pretending to remain unaffected.
“I never had a chance to soap you up last night, so why don’t I jump in the shower with you?” He kisses my shoulder as he presses his growing desire against my ass.
“Oh, no, you don’t. I’ve already told you to get your cock away from me.”
“I’m willing to give you a break if you accept my invitations. I’ll wait patiently and I can ride you later once you’ve had a chance to replenish.”
“What do you mean invitations, plural?”
“I want to see you again tonight. Fuck, I’m lying. I want to be with you again tonight.”
“You must have really enjoyed my company.”
“Are you saying you didn’t enjoy our time together?”
I shrug. “It was all right.” I laugh.
“I’ll keep that in mind the next time I fuck you. I’ll make sure to make you pay dearly for your low score.”
“You might not have a chance to fuck me again.”
“Your words are killing me. My heart can’t sustain the thought,” he says, grabbing his chest and feigning a heart attack. “Seriously, I’m leaving Sunday late afternoon for a two-week business trip to Japan and Korea. I’ll be gone for a while. But tonight I have an invitation to a film festival bash, and I’d normally relish the idea of going alone so I can be on the prowl and meet new women, but I’ll be honest, after last night, I only want you.”
His words take me by surprise and I turn my body to look into his eyes.
His blue eyes are going to be the end of me.
It wouldn’t be the first time a guy succumbs to my charms and feels like he can’t live without me, and I usually love knowing I have him in the palm of my hand, but there’s something different about Nikolaj. I actually do want to see him again.
“And since I had a sleepover last night in your hotel room, why don’t I return the favor? You can stay at my place tonight and take in the incredible view in the morning.”
“That’s the only reason you want me to stay at your place?”
“Well, I didn’t mention I’d be fucking you on the rooftop deck as the sun rises.”
Sleepovers can be dangerous, but since he’s leaving for Asia tomorrow and I’m going back home to New York on Monday, there’s really no harm.
His smile is disarming.
I don’t have anything else planned and he’s fun to be around.
“Let’s go take a shower. I’m hungry and I’m dying to see your infamous deck.”
* * *
I’m standing in front of the hotel waiting for Nikolaj to drive by. He suggested I wait on the corner of the street while he went to pick up his car in the parking lot.
Wow. His ride screams outrageously expensive!
His car is indeed an expensive set of wheels, the type stupidly rich men buy to either pretend they have a bigger dick than they actually do or impress the shit out of people. Since I’ve confirmed there’s nothing small about Nikolaj’s massive appendage, I can honestly say I’m impressed by what a lot of money can buy.
“Aren’t you going to get in?” Nikolaj slides down the window and folds his body to catch my eyes.
“This is the vehicle you refused to leave behind last night?” I take in the curves of his James Bond ride before jumping into the passenger seat.
“Yeah,” he says, flashing me a boyish grin. “I know it might not be the kind of thing a woman can understand, but there’s something so powerful and even sexual about being able to slide behind the wheel of an extremely expensive car.”
“So how much does an Aston Martin run these days?”
“Base price? Well, you’re looking at two hundred and eighty thousand dollars, but no one buys the base model.” Of course not. “So after all the bells and whistles, you’re looking at maybe four hundred thousand dollars.”
“What?” I nearly choke. “We’re riding in a four-hundred-thousand-dollar vehicle?”
“Well, yes and no. I bought this car before I decided to move to North America to expand the business and I thought it would be futile to buy a second vehicle while having a nearly new one sitting in my garage in Copenhagen, so I had it shipped.”
“I can only imagine the tab,” I say, shaking my head in disbelief.
“Let’s say I could have bought a new car for a middle-class family for the same cost.”
“It’s good to have a lot of money.”
“It’s far better than the alternative.” He steps on the pedal as if to punctuate his sentence.
This is a picture-perfect day. The sun shines bright, there’s not a cloud in the sky and the warm wind blows against my face. The drive to Nikolaj’s home is so serene it silences us both. I feel surprisingly comfortable in his presence and I’m actually looking forward to spending the day with him and going to his party.
He’s such an amazing lover.
“I’d pay good money to find out what’s occupying your mind.” His voice wakes me from my reverie.
“Given your expensive ride, I have no doubt you could afford it,” I say, turning my head to face him.
“Something tells me your thoughts don’t come cheap.”
“You’re quite perspicacious.” I smile.
“We’re close,” he says, pointing in front of him.
I’m in awe of the spectacular Toronto neighborhood where he lives. I would never have suspected such an adorable little street could be nestled in such a big city. This is certainly a high-end area, because it’s impossible not to take note of the pristine architecture of the homes lining the street. These houses are either new or newly renovated.
Nikolaj parks in the driveway of a three-story house designed with the perfect balance of rustic vintage and sleek modernism. The reddish tone of the brick walls offsets the black wrought-iron accents.
“Your home is amazing.”
He opens the door to his ritzy car. “You’re quite right. I lucked out. I’m renting it, but it so happens the owner is a builder and one of the top designers in the city. In my humble opinion, he’s created an oasis in this bustling city.”
“I see the owner has matched the charm of the older homes in the neighborhood, but the design of this home screams contemporary. I really like the more modern exterior look of this place. It reminds me of my own renovated New York City brownstone.”
“Wait until you see the interior. This guy did an outstanding job with the décor.”
As a designer, I can’t help but be in awe of such creative genius. Nikolaj is right, this is the kind of home you’d expect to see grace the pages of Architectural Digest. I never would have imagined I’d find this little gem in Toronto.
“Wow. The exposed brick along the walls adds an industrial touch to the interior of the home.”
“I agree, it does. In many ways it reminds me of the more rustic décor I’d find back home.”
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