"Has he always painted stuff like this?"
Nicholas stares at the painting for a few moments as if trying to recall old memories.
"One time, when Tristan was home from college, my father caught him painting something like this in his bedroom. My father threatened to stop paying for his classes if this was the type of stuff he was learning in school. He never really approved of Tristan studying art. He thought it was a waste of time and money."
"Looks like he was wrong. They're beautiful. Although they're not exactly something I could hang in my kitchen."
"It would probably look better in a bedroom," Nicholas says, his eyes glittering with humor.
"Rebecca!” A flurry of long, wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes descends on us before I can place the face of the young, petite beauty.
"Hello, Emily." I smile. It's actually nice to see another friendly female face and have someone else to talk to besides Carol. I'm not sure what I did to warrant such warm affection from his sister, but I don't mind it in the least. Emily’s charming disposition is magnetic and endearing. If I were to have had a younger sister, I would have wanted one like her. It's too bad Alison is the one who gets to spend time with her.
As the evening wears on, I start to sense a growing tension from my Nicholas’s sister. Every time I look in her direction, she’s watching the growing crowd of supporters clustered around Tristan. I can't help but wonder if she somehow feels left out. She and Tristan obviously seem close, but I think there might be something going on between them.
"Nick, I think I'm going to go outside for some air," Emily says, kissing her brother on the cheek. "It's a little crowded in here."
"Alright, don't stay out there too long. It's still raining buckets."
"I'll be back. You two enjoy," she says, flashing me a smile.
I try my best not to stand too close to Nicholas throughout the evening, worried that Alison will make an appearance and cause a scene. There’s something slightly dangerous about staring at erotic paintings all night while standing next to Nicholas and having to appear like everything is normal and not act on the overwhelming urge to touch him. It doesn't help that every time I try to secure some distance between us, he goes right back to standing mere centimeters away from me. I'm not sure how much longer of this I can take.
"Are you alright," Nicholas asks.
"Fine." I swallow back the nervousness that trickles over me. Nicholas watches me with a look of concern.
"Do you want to circle back around? You seemed to like that first painting," he offers.
"Actually, I think I'm going to find the restroom." I quickly leave him, forcing myself not to look back. I’m starting to unravel as I walk through a random black door, ready to combust at any moment. A warm desire overwhelms me as I stare at the room around me decorated with extravagant office furniture. This must be Tristan's private office.
The sound of footsteps echo in the hallway behind me, and I turn to find Nicholas with a look of frustration on his face.
“Why did you leave?” he asks, stepping closer toward me.
“To get away from you." I try to push past him but he blocks my path.
“What’s wrong?” Exasperation is evident on his face as he grabs me and pulls me close. "Did I do something wrong?" No, I just can't stop thinking about you.
“Just let me go,” I blurt.
“Rebecca, is that really what you want? I think we know how this game ends.” He grabs me, capturing my lips in searing kiss that would probably send most women into explosive ecstasy. The thought of Nicholas’s mouth on me overtakes me and my legs turn to jelly. Try as I may, I can't seem to shake the desire to be with him. The problem is I want to be more than just someone on the side.
"From the moment I met you, I've wanted nothing more than to make you mine."
My cheeks flush at the sweetness of his words. His rich chuckle sends shivers through my body, causing my nipples to tighten beneath my dress.
“I don’t want...”
“There's no need denying it. I’m going to make you mine, even if it’s the last thing I do,” he promises.
I'm tired of being the one who unravels at his touch. I’m tired of feeling weak. His gaze shifts to the dip in my dress and his hand slides up, cupping my breast in a tight squeeze. A warm sensation crawls down my belly, and I know my lace panties are growing wetter by the second. The world seems to shift as Nicholas throws his jacket on the floor and unbuttons the top of his shirt. He rolls up his sleeves and something inside me caves as I watch him slowly undo his watch. I breathe in, holding back my jaw from dropping at the sight of his chest and forearms. He unzips his pants and then unbuckles his belt with slow but torturous precision. My whole body goes weak from the desire coursing through me.
I need him, just one more time. After that I’ll let go. I’ll forget about the allure that drives me toward this beautiful man. This isn’t about love; it’s about regaining control over my body and my emotions. Or at least that’s what I’ll keep telling myself. I'm glad I chose to wear heels tonight. It's given me the extra confidence I need to play this game. I slowly unzip my dress in the back, letting it fall to the floor, pooling in one fluid cascading ripple of silk. His breath catches at the sight of my pronounced nipples beneath the transparent lace of my demi-cup bra. To his surprise, I'm wearing a pair similar to the ones I tried on at Demure. He licks his lips as if he's going to devour me whole. And I can’t deny that it would be an incredible way to go.
Nicholas may have a hold over me, but I've come to realize that I know how to push his buttons, too. Mustering all of the courage I have, I step to him and pull his hands and wrap them around my hips. I take my time running my hands down his chest and abs, savoring the feel of him. Is there some kind of hot-as-fuck-diet that only he seems to be aware of? He smirks as I trace my finger along the top of his pants and impatiently tug his belt from the loops. His pants slide to the floor and he kicks off his shoes to get them off.
I'm so fucked. My confidence dwindles at the sight of his cock bouncing out of his pants. He’s not wearing any underwear. He grins at me as I force myself to tear my gaze from the sight of him in all his glorious perfection. It beckons my lips to suck and tease it.
“Like what you see?” he asks.
"I've seen bigger," I bluff. It's a lie. While I know Nicholas isn't abnormally big, he's bigger than any man I've even been with. He flashes me an angry nice try, but you're so fucking lying look.
“If you keep this up, I'm going to fuck you until your legs are numb.” He crushes me up against his frame. "You and I both know how much you love it when I slide my cock inside you." Nicholas leans in and nips the bottom of my ear, sending a shiver through me. He’s right, but I also love the way his voice goes hoarse when he talks about being inside me. A piece of me almost breaks at the thought that I will never do this again. In a month, he'll be married to someone else, and this moment will just be a passing memory in his mind.
Nicholas bends me over the desk as he wedges his knee between my legs, spreading them wider. His fingers traces from the inside of my knees, up the inside of my thighs, over my hips, and then up my sides to my breasts. He squeezes my nipples between his fingers and pulls on them until they’re puffy and sore.
“Are you ready for me?” he says, pushing me against the desk. The anticipation makes me wild with excitement. Before I can answer, his hand slaps my ass cheek. I yelp at the sting ringing off my skin. Fuck. I’m. In. Trouble.
“Hold still,” he says, pulling my hair and slipping two fingers inside me. He slides them in and out of me, stroking my clit each time. An animalistic growl erupts behind me, like he’s about to annihilate his prey like he’s been starving. And I know when I wake up tomorrow morning, I’ll have bruises all over me. But I also know it will be well worth it. I feel his mouth on me as he kisses and sucks his way down until his tongue slides across my core. I jolt at the shift from cold air to the heat of his exquisite lips. His fingers
spread my cheeks, giving him better access to my center. He licks me up and down, as if lapping cream off me. I push back against him and he stops.
"I think we're done playing games, sweetheart. It's time to show you why I always win when I play." His hand comes down hard on my ass, sending another divine sting over my exposed skin.
“Fuck me.” The words escape my mouth as I bite back the moan from the loss of pleasure and heat radiating from my center.
“Not until you beg,” he warns. His words send a rush of goose bumps over my skin. “You like it rough, baby?” Yes. I try to turn, but he holds me down, spreading my legs farther apart.
“Are you ready to cum for me?”
“Fuck off.”
This is the game. I fight and he pushes back harder. I feel him pull back and I hear the sound of a wrapper ripping open. Before I have a chance to stand he slams into me and I whimper at abruptness of the impact. He rams into me sending my heart into my throat.
“Is that all you have?” I gasp. I look over my shoulder to find him smirking at my words. He chuckles, tugging harder on my hair.
“Not even close.”
"We'll see," I taunt.
“Mmm, I love that mouth of yours.”
“Why don’t you let me show you how much it likes you?"
“Not just yet..."
Nicholas slams into me again, pulling me tighter and tighter against him each time. I try to inhale and exhale to steady my breathing, but it's no use. Nicholas is relentless. With each thrust I find myself falling further into a whirlwind of an orgasm. His grunts only drive me further to the edge. I love the sound of him fucking me. He grips my hips, tugging me against him. I cry out from pleasurable pain as I unravel beneath his hold.
"Fuck," I moan.
"Are you giving up already?" he asks, taunting me.
My eyes snap open and I realize my mistake in this seduction. I've let Nicholas use his body to trick me into forgetting the purpose of this game.
"Never."
I pant as he drags his index finger in and out of me. “You’re nice and wet,” he whispers, leaving a bite mark on the edge of my hip. “I think you want this more than you let on.” I have to hold back as desire ripples through me. I want him to go back to fucking my brains out. He slides his hands over my hips, and before I know it, his fingers are caressing my center. I’ve always loved his hands because they’re thick and long. Like something else. I’ve heard some of the females working on my floor joke about orgasming at the mere sight of them. I guess I can't blame them. They don't disappoint, and I find myself thinking about them often.
I turn to face him and he doesn't waste time as he sits on top of Tristan's desk and pulls me on top of his lap. His breath hitches as I readjust myself so I'm rubbing against him. Nicholas moans at the pressure of my center against his cock. I lean in and tease his head, slowly taking it inside me before pulling away as he growls and bucks his hips. His hands grasp my waist to overpower me but I push back.
"You like driving me insane, don't you?"
"I do," I smile. "But you love it."
“No, but I do love your tits,” he says, chuckling. “And I’d love them more in my mouth.”
"Did I say you could talk?" I ask, pulling his face forward and placing my breast to his mouth. I almost explode at the sensation of his tongue encircling my nipple. He murmurs a sound of approval and I lean back, enjoying the mixture of pain and pleasure as he bites and sucks me.
As much as I don't want to give in, I can’t fight the urge to have him inside me again. Nicholas cradles my back as I slowly lower myself onto him. He moans as I grind against the base of his cock. The sensation is intense enough to make me orgasm, but I exhale. trying my best to relax and calm the building sensation. I’m so consumed by the exquisite feeling of him inside me that it takes me a moment to realize that our frantic fucking has suddenly shifted to something far more intimate and sensual. But I know better than to think this thing between us could ever be called lovemaking.
"Becca," he moans, as the thrust of his hips meet mine. His fingers entwine in my hair and he pulls me into a kiss. We sit there, our breaths ragged from trying to outdo the other. Nicholas lifts me and leans me against the wall for support. He moves inside me with slow, sensual thrusts. It only takes a few moments before he's convulsing against me. His breathing is strained and I can feel the heat of his breath spreading over me as he rests his head against the curve of my breasts. I steady my breathing, but my heart still beats as if it’s on crack. Nicholas pivots his hips and I moan at the feeling of him still half hard inside of me.
"Nick," I moan.
"Don't move."
"Why?"
"I want to remember this feeling for the rest of my life."
His words overwhelm me and confound me all at once. The truth is, even if I wanted to forget the memories of being entangled with him, I can’t.
Each time I'm with her, I lose a piece of myself. Her body goes rigid at my words, and I quickly remove myself from her body and give her space. Rebecca immediately stands, attempting with one arm to shield her breasts from my view. Her nipples are pink from being in my mouth only moments before. I would do anything to have them in my mouth once again. The look on her face sends a streak of fear through my heart. I stand and she steps back, obviously uncomfortable at my nearness. The sudden shift in her mood has my mind spinning. What did I do? Was it what I said?
"I can't do this anymore. I can't pretend like this doesn't mean anything." The honesty in her words sends hope shooting through my chest.
"Who says it doesn't?" I confess.
Her eyes go wide with shock as if she's never thought about the possibility that I might feel the same. I've never actually said the words to her, but it doesn't make them any less true. I'm in love with Rebecca Elizabeth Gellar. The funny thing is – I can't seem to breathe without her being near me. I'm not sure how I did it before or how I lasted so long without her, but I need her now. I can't imagine living another month without knowing that she'll be mine. Forever.
Before the words are said, the office door swings open and Carol walks in with Tristan trailing just behind her.
"There are some extra pamphlets that I put…" Carol’s eyes go as wide as saucers as she stops and looks from my naked body to Rebecca hiding herself behind me. Her shocked expression is quickly replaced by a sly but embarrassed smile.
“Rebecca? Nicholas?" Tristan turns toward us with a look of puzzlement.
“Sorry, Becca, I didn't know we were interrupting," she says, almost snorting.
Great. I can’t even imagine what’s going through Carol and Tristan’s heads. No, actually I can, and I’d rather not think about it. I'm sure Carol’s probably jumping for joy because now she can rub my Nicholas-shame in my face. The look on her face is of sheer satisfaction at the scene before her.
“Carol, it’s not what it looks like,” I say, grabbing my dress off of the floor and covering my goods.
Nicholas walks over to the front of the desk and picks up his shirt, pants, and tie. He’s completely nude, but he moves like he walks around naked all the time. He doesn’t even mind that Carol is openly staring, or that Tristan is standing only a few feet away. In fact, there’s a pretentious smirk on his face that I would love to slap right off of it. I watch as Carol’s eyes dip below Nicholas’s waist and then back up to his face. Her eyes sparkle with mischief.
“Well, we better…we better go,” she says, giving Tristan a look. The two of them quickly leave the room, but Carol stops just in time to throw me a knowing wink. Damn it, Carol. If you weren’t my best friend I might punch you.
Their exit leaves behind an awkward silence that sucks the air out of the room. I stare down at the office around me; the room smells like sex. I smell like sex. And Nicholas, well he looks like sex-on-a-stick. He watches me as he slowly dresses. He doesn’t have a mirror, and yet, he does his tie up perfectly. I guess that’s what happens when you’ve been wearing suits most of
your life. I keep waiting for him to say something, but he just stares at me with those very distracting blue eyes.
“Why don’t we get back out there and enjoy the evening, and we’ll talk about this later,” he finally says.
I can’t do this. There’s too much at stake and too much to lose. How could I ever live with myself knowing that Nicholas lost his family’s company because of me? Alison warned me about being around her fiancé, although I don't think I can take the entire blame for this situation. I didn't ask Nicholas to pick me up tonight. I didn't ask for my body to overpower my need to stay away from him.
“Whatever this is, it’s over,” I say. Nicholas looks at me in surprise.
“We can’t just make love and act like it’s nothing. We're meant to be together. I tried fighting it. You tried fighting it. But we have to stop. It's useless. Give in. I have.”
“We just fucked, Nick.” The words come fumbling out of my mouth. “It doesn’t mean anything. You’re getting married in less than a month. You should just go back to your fiancée.”
“So is that all I am to you?”
“Yes,” I lie.
“This is more than just a fleeting fuck, and you know it.”
“No, this was just my way of forgetting you.”
“So that’s it then?” His eyes pierce me with an unwavering intensity. “You’re just going to walk away from me and pretend like there’s nothing between us?”
“Yes.” I lean in and kiss him hard on the lips before picking up my purse and walking away. I love you.
"What are you doing here?" Alison's shrill voice catches me off guard as I shift through the gallery, trying to find Carol. She glides through the sea of guests toward me, in a black dress that dips far too low. Her gaze darts back and forth across the room, as if searching for someone. I'm guessing that someone is Nicholas. Her presence is a disaster waiting to happen. I was hoping I wouldn't see her here. Why didn't Carol warn me? Perhaps she didn’t check in at the front. I doubt her entrance would have gone unnoticed.
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