by Dawn Doyle
White billowing drapes covered the large tinted glass windows, that overlooked Culver City.
Therapy was their last visit of the day and Nick had wanted to make sure they could get back to their room quickly afterwards.
“This is bigger than my whole apartment!” she laughed.
“I’m glad you like it.” Nick wrapped his arms around her, from behind, as she looked around the huge room.
“I love it!”
“We don’t have much time, Emmy. Edna and Joel are expecting us soon.”
He said, taking their cases and placing them to the side for when they returned.
“No time for anything?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
“There’s always time for sexy time.” He said, pulling her back in and gripping her behind. She could feel the bulge in his pants growing.
Heat instantly flowed through her at his possessive grasp.
“Well, there’s something I want to do to you.” She purred, loosening his belt.
“What is it?” He asked, and he seemed a little nervous.
Emily didn’t even think about what she was going to do next, she just… did.
Gripping his head, Emily brought his lips to hers and kissed him with everything she had. Nick instantly kissing her back, his hands fisting the back of her top.
She lifted her hands and gripped his shirt, opening the buttons. Smoothing her hands down his rippling muscles, she kissed a trail down his chest to his stomach, hooking her thumbs into his pants and taking them with her as she lowered.
“Emmy.” He said as she freed his large cock from his pants.
Emily wrapped her fingers around his hard length and stroked back and forth a couple of times. She hadn’t done before, what she was about to do, and she wanted to do it to Nick desperately.
She parted her lips and took the crown into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the end.
“Fuck!” Nick breathed and then hissed as Emily took more of him into her mouth.
The skin was so soft, the veins bulging under the surface, and she ran her tongue along the underside, as she bobbed her head back and forth.
“Oh God!” Nick cried out.
Emily continued to suck and lick his length, pumping her hand in sync with her mouth. He was too big to fit all the way in.
She tried taking him in further but she felt like she couldn’t breathe.
Nick’s fingers tangled into her hair, gently, guiding her head.
“Oh fuck, Emmy!” He moaned and Emily couldn’t help but moan herself, the vibrations causing Nick’s cock to swell in her mouth.
It turned her on to be able to pleasure him, as he had done to her, and she pushed forwards, allowing him further in to her throat, holding her breathe a few seconds at a time.
“Emmy, you have to stop. Baby, I’ll cum if you don’t.” He panted.
Emily paused, her hand still moving and looked up to him. He looked down, his mouth open in pleasure seeing her like that.
She nodded before she started to suck him again. Taking him into her throat, pumping her hand, swirling her tongue.
Emmy! Oh shit! Baby…!” His breathing stopped.
Nick expanded and then thick, hot liquid pumped into her mouth as she bobbed her head. It tasted salty and disgusting, but she swallowed as it continued to squirt into her throat.
He began to soften and Emily released him.
“Was that good?” She asked, picking herself up off the floor.
“I… um… wow, Emmy.” Nick pulled her in, and held her.
“That’s good. I’ve never done that before and I wanted to make sure I did it right.”
“That was fucking amazing. How did you know what to do?” He asked, pulling back unexpectedly.
“It felt like you were liking what I was doing so I just tried to do more.”
“You swallowed too.”
“I thought you’d like it if I did.”
“Emmy, I wouldn’t care if you spit it out or stopped to let me cum on the floor. You were fantastic.”
Emily beamed at him. She felt happy knowing that she could do something for him.
Just him.
Emily started to pull up Nick’s pants.
“Hey, I haven’t give you my special kisses.” He said, waggling his eyebrows.
“I wanted to do that for you now. You can have me all night.”
“I’ll hold you to that, Emmy.” He said, pulling her tight, gripping her butt.
“You better.” She purred.
Emily went to freshen up before they left for the café, to see Edna and Joel.
She was looking forward to seeing them again. They were a sweet couple and were very fond of Nick. That made them even better in her eyes.
She wasn’t looking forward to seeing the staff worker who made him uncomfortable. Knowing why she did made Emily feel bad.
The name, the blonde hair, the way she looked at him… she was similar to the psycho whore.
Emily wasn’t going to let her near him. No. She was going to make sure that the girl knew who he belonged to.
“What are you thinking?” Nick asked from beside her.
“You, actually.” She said with a smile.
“I hope it’s good.” He looked with a smirk.
Emily’s eyes roamed over his body as he drove the car.
“It’s all good.” She said, causing Nick’s cheeks to turn pink.
Shaking his head, he chuckled.
“My God. A few weeks ago you wouldn’t even look at me.”
“Because I couldn’t.” She said quietly. Picking at her fingers nervously.
“Why?” he looked genuinely puzzled.
“When I did, I would think… um… I felt…” Emily felt embarrassed admitting it to him.
“Come on, babe. You can tell me.”
“I would think naughty things about you . Then I’d feel all hot and nervous.”
Nick laughed loudly.
“It’s not funny!”
“It is because I thought you were mad at me. I had no idea.”
“I was mad at you. Because you made me like you and I was trying not to.”
“Oh Emmy, you don’t know happy that makes me. I really thought you hated me. Until what you told me last night…” He said, lowering the tone of his voice.
Emily pulled her bottom lip in-between her teeth as she smiled.
“I had those feelings for you too, you know.” He continued. His eyes softening as he smiled. “Even when we first met. You were so mad that day and I thought you were really beautiful, even when you wanted to kill me.”
Emily felt the sting in her nose and her eyes welled up with tears.
Nick squeezed her hand before he turned the corner to the café.
*****
Nick held the door open for Emily and they walked into the café, hand-in-hand.
Edna spotted them right away and when her eyes zeroed in on their hands, a huge smile spread over her face.
“Nick, Emily. How lovely to see you two again!” She gushed, hugging them both and kissing them on the cheek.
Joel joined in with the same enthusiastic smile.
“Look at you two!” he beamed. “I wondered when this was going to happen.” He winked at Nick, making him flush shyly.
“Come and sit. We’ll order coffee.” Edna said, moving to the counter to order drinks.
Nick saw that the girl, Stacey, was working again and he felt uneasy. He reminded her of the other Stacey with her blonde hair and brown eyes that paid more attention to him than he liked.
“Let’s sit.” Joel ushered them to a vacant table at the rear.
The café was really busy but, expecting them at that time, Joel had reserved a table just for them.
“So. When did this happen?” Joel asked, gesturing between them.
“A couple of weeks ago.” Nick said proudly, placing his arm across the back of Emily’s chair. That time he did circle his thumb across her shoulder blade.
/> “I think it’s great.” Joel grinned. “You look happy.”
“I am.” Nick replied, looking at a smiling Emily.
“Here are your coffees.” Stacey said, placing the tray down to move the cups. Her eyes were on him, even before reaching the table, and Emily gave his thigh a tender squeeze. Of course she knew the girl made him uncomfortable.
Stacey looked at his hand on the back of Emily’s shoulder, between them, then at Emily’s hand on his thigh.
Emily had shown her he was taken.
He liked that.
He liked that a lot.
Edna giggled when Stacey walked away.
“I don’t think she’ll be confused as to your relationship status.” She joked.
“Nick, could you possibly help me with something?” Joel asked.
Nick knew what was going on and he had to play like he didn’t.
“Sure, Joel. What do you need?”
“I need you to help me choose something.”
“Emily, dear, I could use your help too. There’s a new recipe I’m thinking of adding to the menu and I’m a little biased, so I was wondering if you could try it out?” Edna asked, taking Emily’s other hand; not giving her any time to decline.
“Um…” She turned to him with worry in her eyes.
“Emmy…” He began moving his mouth to her ear to whisper “Joel just wants me to go out, just for half an hour. He wants to get something for Edna. Is that ok?” He asked, cupping her face.
Emily looked between the couple and they smiled so innocently she wouldn’t be able to refuse.
Please say yes. Please say yes.
“Ok. Be careful.”
Nick brought her mouth to his and kissed her. His lips parted just enough for their tongues to brush each other.
“I’ll be as quick as I can, Emmy.” He stroked his thumbs across her cheekbones before leaving with Joel.
*****
“I’m sure he won’t be long, ma chère.” Edna said, patting her hand.
Emily was still watching Nick as he and Joel got into the car and drove away. The sinking feeling in her stomach at being left in a place she didn’t know, with people she didn’t know. It wasn’t like she could just hop into a cab and go home. She also had a strange feeling in her stomach that she didn’t like.
“Come right this way.” Edna led her into the kitchen area and started to gather ingredients together. “I want to try out a new omelette recipe. We have the basic french omelette, but we’re going to add mushrooms and onions.”
Edna got to work making some sort of egg concoction in her frying pan and Emily stood back as the oil spat out.
Emily liked the crêpes but things that were supposed to taste like egg, she didn’t. She hoped she didn’t need to eat it.
“Oh cher.” Edna didn’t look pleased at what she’d made. “Armel, could you help me, s’il vous plaît?”
Emily stepped further back as Armel, the chef, took charge of the pan.
“Vous brûlez les oeufs.” Emily didn’t understand what he’d said and assumed it wasn’t something Edna liked.
“What did he say?” She asked.
“He told me I’m burning the eggs. Omelettes are not my strong point, ma chère. I am more of a chef pâtissier… a pastry chef.” She said.
“I’ll do this. What are you making?” Armel asked, with a perfect American accent. He’d sounded one hundred percent french a moment ago.
“Omelette aux champignons, fromage et les oignons.”
“Oui.”
Emily watched as Armel worked. He whipped up a perfect omelette in a couple of minutes. Funnily, they smelled delicious and her mouth watered.
“Ok, ma chère. Let’s try it out.” Edna grabbed a couple of forks from the tray.
Emily hesitantly took a forkful and put it in her mouth. The flavours burst on her tongue and she suddenly felt starving.
“That’s so good!” Emily said, surprised, talking around a mouthful of food.
“I agree. C'est délicieux. We will add this to the menu.” Edna smiled, happy that Emily liked it.
And she did.
She wanted more.
Taking another forkful, she moaned as she put it in her mouth. She didn’t know why it tasted so nice. She’d never liked them before.
“There’s my girl.” Nick said walking up behind her, snaking his arms around her waist and kissing her neck.
Emily spun around, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard.
“Did you miss me?” Nick chuckled when she let him go.
“Yes.” Emily had missed him a lot. Now that he was back, the strange feeling in her stomach had gone. “Edna’s going to add this to the menu. Taste.” Emily lifted a forkful of omelette, feeding it into his mouth. Her eyes focused on his lips as he chewed.
“That’s good. Nice choice.” He said. “What do you think?” He asked her.
“I think they’re really good.”
“I heard.” He laughed. He must have heard her moaning as he walked into the kitchen. “I didn’t think you liked eggs that much?”
“I don’t, usually, but that’s scrummy. Did you add anything special to that?” She asked, turning to Armel.
“No, just the usual ingredients.” He answered, getting back to the customer orders.
“I’ll try to make some for you when we get back home, if you’d like.”
“You’re too nice to me.” Emily gushed. She felt it too. All the things Nick had done for her, and all she had done was work. Ok, she’d saved him a ton of money, but that was her job. The Rochelle incident was a little more personal and she had gone out of her way to make sure he was cleared of the accusations.
“I’ll be extra nice to you later.” He whispered into her ear.
His warm breath in her ear and the promise of things to come had Emily heating up. Her lower region tingling with anticipation.
“We have a lot to do.” Edna clapped her hands and ushered them back out of the kitchen.
Moving into the rear of the café, there was an office. Going inside, they all sat around a coffee table on the two red sofas in there.
Joel stated to talk about another site that they were thinking of expanding into, over in Downtown LA. The site happened to be close by the new nightclub and Nick knew the area well.
Emily sat and listened as he discussed building regulations, extensions to the rear, costs, building works…
Seeing him in his element was driving her crazy and she wanted to tear of his clothes right there. Watching as the buttons of his shirt flew across the room as she tore it open. The snap of the belt as she pulled it out of his waistband…
“Emmy?” Said Nick and she realised she was just staring at him as he spoke.
“Hmm?” she replied, coming out of her daze and Nick smiled knowingly at her.
“I asked you what you thought.”
Edna and Joel were smiling shyly towards one another and Emily had no idea what was going on.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening.” She said, embarrassed. “What did you say?”
“The new site in Downtown LA. It has a lot of space at the back and we were thinking about extending it to include a sunroom. It could even have a restaurant area.”
“Oh… Yeah, that sounds great.”
Nick chuckled and gave her leg a squeeze, but that only made things worse for her. The bolts she felt shot straight to her core and she was finding it harder to stay in her seat.
“I’ll show you the plans again.” He said, picking up the paper with the floor plan to the site.
He pointed out where all the things would be and she tried her hardest to concentrate. All she could focus on was the tremble in her body, the sound of his voice and the heat coming from his closeness.
“So… um… this area here…” she pointed to the paper “…is where the sunroom will be?”
Nick nodded.
“The LA sun will make that room scorching hot. Will there be tinted of gla
ss put in to stop the burning rays?”
“We were thinking of putting in some solar blinds to keep out the energy rays from the sun, ma chère.” Edna explained.
“What about window film?” Emily asked.
Nick beamed at her. He knew what she was talking about, but her thoughts were lost for a moment when his perfect white teeth flashed at her.
“I don’t know what that is.” Joel added.
Prying her eyes away from Nick, Emily tried to focus again.
“It’s a special film that goes on the glass. Depending on the type, it can block up to one hundred percent of the suns UV rays, the heat and the glare into the room. It eliminates the need for window blinds. If the rest of the space is landscaped, then the customers will have a nice view whilst eating.”
“You’re so hot.” Nick whispered into her ear, and Emily swallowed hard.
“Stop it.” She mouthed and Nick squeezed her leg again.
“I think that’s a wonderful idea.” Edna said, holding her hands together to her chest. “It sounds just like the house I grew up in, in Paris. Très beau.”
Edna went on to tell Emily that she lived in Paris until she was fifteen until she moved to New York with her parents before, finally, settling in California. There she met, and married, Joel.
It was nice to hear about their story, even though Emily just wanted to take Nick back to the hotel and have her way with him.
“We should get going, now. We have to check in on the club before we go back to our hotel.” Nick said, pulling Emily up with him.
They said their goodbyes and Emily noticed Joel passing a look to Nick. She thought it probably had something to do with the gift he’d just bought for his wife, that was a secret, and she didn’t want to ask.
In the car, Nick leant across and kissed Emily. His lips covered hers and his tongue darted into her mouth.
“Oh my God.” She panted when he broke the kiss.
“I’ve wanted to do that all day.” He said, his voice low and gravelly.
