by Conn, Claudy
His cock was near the exploding stage and all he’d done so far was look and touch a little. The small peek at her leg through the slit in her dress had only a hinted of what was hidden beneath her clothing. He could search for hours and knew he’d never find a single imperfection on her body. She’d always been flawless.
With a moan, he slid his tongue over one breast and then the other, slowing to give special attention to her pink nipples. She shivered and the pebbled tips grew harder. Holy fuck, she was more than responsive.
He worked his way down to her belly button and circled it with his tongue before moving lower, dragging hungry whimpers from her.
“I need more, Nick.”
Her small hands took a firm hold on his hair and guided him toward the target he’d been aiming for. “So impatient.” Nipping his way to her core, he tested her readiness. His finger sank into her pussy and came away glistening with her juices.
Nick thought it impossible, but glancing up at her pleasure-filled expression made his erection throb even more. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled. In that instant, he knew there was no going back. True had broken through his barriers and taken a piece of his heart.
Fuck that—she’d taken his whole heart. And he wasn’t letting her go again.
Gazing into Nick’s eyes heightened the eroticism, making True crave him even more. He pulled her legs around to hang off the couch and parted her folds. His tongue brushed intimately across her sex. Her back arched with the first swipe. When he added a finger inside her, she gasped as flames of pleasure burned through her body. He moved faster and thumbed her clit.
Between his hands and his mouth, she didn’t stand a chance. She couldn’t hold back any longer. Nor did she want to. Her orgasm hit fast, pulling and gripping him, as wave after wave of erotic spasms pulsed inside her. Now she wanted more. She wanted him deep inside her.
The shudders of release slowed to a trickle and she let out a breathy sigh. The zip of his tux pants had her turning toward him. He’d kicked off his shoes and flung his shirt across the room. His eyes were dark and dangerous, and she trembled with need all over again.
Before she could open her mouth, he gathered her in his arms. She ran her hands across the taut muscles of his chest and circled his nipples, turning them hard.
He groaned and carried her to his bedroom. After laying her on his bed, he kicked off his pants, taking his boxers with them.
His body was beautiful, his erection impressive. Would he still fit inside her? She was beyond ready to find out. A new wave of desire flooded her, making her even wetter for him.
“True, are you sure you’re ready for this?”
Dumb question. He’d already showed her the goods and she wasn’t about to let him pack up and leave her wanting. “You have no idea how ready I am.”
“No fear?”
“I am so hypnotized by your talented tongue and magic fingers to think about anything but how much I want you.”
Nick opened the night table and pulled out a couple of condoms and dropped them onto the marble top. “Too many?”
“Nice, but...” True opened the drawer and grabbed the last two packets and tossed them on the pile. “This is more like it.”
His grin made her smile.
He tore open a wrapper and slowly rolled on one of the condoms. He kneeled between her legs and rubbed his palms up and down her thighs. “You are so damned beautiful. I’m going to go slow and if anything I do upsets you, tell me and I’ll stop immediately.”
She closed her eyes for a moment, knowing Nick and she were about to make love and wanting it more than her next breath. It had been seven long years since she’d been with him. No lover had ever compared to him.
But, suddenly, Nick flipped their positions, stealing the air from her lungs.
“Nick?”
“I think you need to be in control this first time. I want you to be comfortable and know you can walk away at any time.”
She rubbed against his arousal and her juices covered him. “This feels good, but I’m not afraid of you, Nick.”
He moaned and wrapped his hands around her waist. “I know. But I gotta say, having you on top feels so good. Now ride me, baby.”
“If you insist.” True gripped his cock and guided him inside her, one delicious inch at a time. Every inch threatened to launch her into another orgasm. No one had ever been able to bombard her body with so many erotic feelings. He was so hard and she wanted him deeper. She’d never known such desire was even possible.
“That’s the way, True. Take all of me.”
Leaning forward, her chest rubbing against his, she began a slow ride as she adjusted to his size. “I like this. It feels good.”
He smoothed his hands up and down her back, stopping to cup her ass occasionally. “You have no idea. You fit my cock like a glove. We’re made for each other, True.”
She pushed off his chest and her gaze caught his. She licked her lips and he reached up and cupped her breasts. His thumbs ran over her nipples and she tilted her head back. “Mmmm.”
“You belong to me, baby.” He arched his hips upward, and she reached back and grasped his balls in her hands.
“Oh God. I won’t last long if you keep doing that.” He pumped into her harder, and when he stroked her clit, she fell apart in his arms, screaming his name.
True’s pussy tightened around his cock, followed by relentless spasms. She screamed his name and he flipped her onto her back, needing to drive into her deeper.
“Nick!”
He froze mid-pump. Fuck. “I’m sorry, baby. I lost my head.” He began to withdraw.
She dug her fingers into his ass and held him inside him. “Don’t you dare stop. I was screaming your name because it feels so good.”
“You’re not afraid?”
“Only that you’ll stop.”
God, he was in love with this woman. The thought drove him to angle his hips and thrust deeper. He moved faster as his lips captured hers. He sucked her tongue inside his mouth and released it. “Come for me again, baby. Now.” True’s inner walls grasped him tighter, and if he hadn’t felt the tremors of her orgasm, he would’ve known she’d come again by the way she ran her nails down his back and screamed his name over and over.
After seven long years, he was inside her, like being home where he belonged. He wanted to slow the pace and savor the moment, but his body had a mind of its own. There was no way he could ease up, not with her pussy milking him. His balls tightened and triggered his own earth-shattering release before the spasms from her climax had even stopped.
After the quaking from their mutual orgasms, he rolled off of her, removed the condom, and dropped it inside the trash can next to the bed. He spooned against her backside. The warmth of her body felt right against his chest and he held her tighter and waited for their breathing to slow.
“That was fucking amazing, baby.” Better than fucking amazing. He was ready to take her again.
“It was perfect, Nick. Just like I remembered. Maybe better.” She ran a finger over his forearm. “Thank you for letting me take the lead.”
“I’m yours to command.” He would move mountains for her.
“Well, in that case, how about putting that fine erection that’s poking against my backside to good use?”
“You noticed that, did you?”
“How could I not?”
He rolled her onto her belly, pulled her up on her knees, and spread her legs. “If you insist.”
“I insist.” Her playful but sexy tone drew the first drops of moisture from his cock.
He’d never get enough of True.
Chapter Nine
“Sorry I didn’t let you get much sleep last night.” They’d used the four condoms from the drawer and he’d have to make a quick trip to the drugstore. No matter how many times and ways he took her, Nick’s hunger for True demanded more.
“I think sleep is highly overrated.” She snuggled against his back. The tight
tips of her breasts would normally be enough to turn his cock hard.
“I think I may have finally killed my cock.” He stroked himself a few times. “Yep, it’s dead.”
She laughed, reached around his hips and grasped him. “I bet a little mouth-to-mouth resuscitation would bring him back to life.” Her hand ran up and down the length of him.
“You are evil, woman.” He rolled over to face her. “And I like it.”
She worked his cock with her hands and then lowered to take him in her mouth. She stroked up and down his length with her tongue, teasing him before wrapping her warm mouth around him completely. It didn’t take long for him to come undone and he came hard.
“Okay, so maybe it wasn’t dead.”
True flopped onto her back and laid an arm over her face.
Nick turned onto his side, bent his elbow, and propped his head on his hand. “Please tell me you’re not having doubts about what we did.”
“I loved every minute being in your arms. Sex with you is the best thing I’ve ever experienced. It always has been.”
“Then tell me what’s going on in your head.” He walked his fingers over her stomach.
“I was thinking of something Brad said last night.”
“What did that little bastard say?” His insides began to churn.
“He said he didn’t send the notes. I believed him.” She moved her arm off her face. “I don’t think he sent them.”
“What notes?”
“I haven’t mentioned them before. I thought the first one was a mistake, but a second one came and it’s scaring me. I’m starting to wonder who sent them.”
“This isn’t sounding good. Tell me and don’t leave out anything.”
True brought him up to speed with all the details.
“It sounds like Easley to me. I wouldn’t put anything past him.”
“Then I doubt I get any new ones.” She sat up, taking the sheet with her. After renewing their relationship and doing all the things they’d done last night, it was funny to see her suddenly shy.
Nick’s cell phone rang and he looked at her to see if she minded. That was a first. Nick never wanted, nor asked, for anyone’s permission.
“Go ahead and grab it. I’m going to jump in the shower.”
He checked the caller ID and answered. “Hang on, Adam.” He helped True out of the bed. “Get the water started and I’ll join you in a second,” he whispered.
As she walked away, he yanked the cover from her hands. She squealed, and in the next instant, wiggled her ass at him, laughing.
He turned back to the call. “This better be good, Adam.”
“Sounds like you and True had a sleepover? Tell me all about it.”
“I’m not telling you jackshit. Get your own woman.”
Once Adam stopped laughing, he said, “I got a call from Muffleton’s attorney this morning. There’s an addendum to the contract you need to initial.”
“I’ll get it later.”
“If you still want to close this deal before year’s end, you’ll have to come down now and sign. Muffleton is leaving the country for the holidays, and he won’t sign without you approving the addendum. Sorry, buddy. It won’t take long.”
“Give me an hour and then I’ll be down.”
“Thanks.”
“While you’re waiting for me, I want you to find out everything you can about a man named Scott Dunlap. Pull up True’s employee records and see if there are any details on him.”
“Got it. Am I looking for anything specific?”
“The bastard attacked True about six months ago.” Nick ran a hand through his hair. Thinking about it made his guts twist.
“She worked with him?”
“The fucker was her boss.”
“Poor True. She’s had it rough. I’m on it.”
They signed off. If Muffleton wasn’t such a big business deal he’d consider telling him to go to hell and not leave True.
Nick went to join her in the shower and found her neck-deep in bubbles instead. “You look good in my bath tub.”
“Your tub is the size of small country. Are you going to join me or stand there all day?”
He slipped in behind her and pulled her against him. The warm water felt great, but nowhere near as good as her flesh against his. “Now this is something I could get used to. You in my home, in my bed, and in my tub. In my arms. We’re starting over and the possibilities are endless.”
She grabbed the soap and handed it to Nick. “It does feel right to be together again, doesn’t it?”
“So right.” After taking care of the front, he pushed her forward and washed her back. “I’m going to have to run a few errands.”
“Now?”
“We’re out of condoms and I need to run downstairs to the office to sign a change in the Muffleton contracts. I’ll be back soon. And then we’re going Christmas shopping.” He kissed the back of her neck.
“Shopping?”
“Christmas is Monday and I want to do it right. With you. I’ve never really celebrated since my parents died. How about you? How is your mom doing?”
True’s shoulders slumped and she leaned back against him. “Mom died about three years ago. Cancer. Amy is my family now.”
“I’m sorry to hear about your mom. She was a nice lady.” He was sorry he hadn’t been there for True. “Now you have me to share the holidays with and I want wrapped presents and a tree with all the trimmings.”
“I’d love to spend Christmas with you. I’ll need to grab some clothes from my apartment. That skimpy dress isn’t made for shopping. Especially with snow in the forecast.”
“We’ll go by your place on our way.” He stood and grabbed his towel. “I’m getting out before I lose control and take you without a condom.”
“Do you mind if I soak a bit longer while you’re gone?” She lay back against the tub and the pale globes of her breasts disappeared beneath the bubbles.
Nick sighed. Damn, she was sexy. “Take your time. I’ll be right back.”
“Mmmm… and I’ll be right here.”
He finished drying and threw his clothes on. His one-track mind—make that his one-track dick—told him to sign Adam’s contract, buy the condoms, and get the fuck back to True ASAP. Shopping might have to wait until he had his way with her again.
“I’ll probably be back before you’re even out of the tub.” He kissed her forehead and left.
True had never been so content. Scott no longer controlled her life. If anything, his attack had given her the strength to fight off Brad’s assault. As long as she fought, no man would ever make her afraid to live again.
And then there was Nick. They’d found each other again. If she wasn’t already in love with him, she was damn close. They would make their relationship work this time around. He was everything a woman could want in a man. Handsome, kind, and great in bed—the lover trifecta.
She got out of the tub, dried off, and slipped on her dress and shoes. It would save time if she ran home and changed clothes before Nick got back. He’d probably find other things that needed his attention once he got to the office besides signing off on the new contract changes.
After a quick trip to the ballroom to grab her coat from the cloak room, she caught a cab home.
It was snowing the big fluffy kind of snowflakes that made Christmas in New York special. In spite of the cold, she felt warm inside. Between reconnecting with Nick, having her life back to normal, and the white stuff coming down, she couldn’t be happier. Nick turned out to be an early Christmas present she’d never dreamed of receiving.
After paying the driver, she made her way to her third floor apartment in the old brownstone. Mentally, she was making a shopping list for this afternoon. She needed to pick up something else for Amy and a gift for Nick. What on earth could she buy a man who had everything? Maybe some sexy lingerie for her to wear and for him to remove. She was making herself horny thinking about all the possibilities.
After removing the dress, she shimmied into a pair of jeans, yanked on a sweater, and tugged on her boots. Time to get back to the penthouse. Cleaning up the mess could wait; getting back to Nick couldn’t.
She opened her door, then remembered she’d forgotten her coat and turned around to get it. Someone stepped behind her and shoved her the rest of the way inside the room.
True gasped and spun. Scott slammed the door shut. He moved in front of her. His face was red and he was breathing hard. His eyes narrowed. “So, tell me, slut, are you ready to finish what we started six months ago?”
The blood drained from her face. She didn’t understand. Scott had a girlfriend now and wasn’t supposed to care one way or the other about her any longer. She thought he’d left the city. What was he doing here?
And he’d called her slut. Had he sent her the notes?
Before she could ask, he slapped her, but she turned away enough that his palm glanced off her cheek. She ducked and ran toward the door, but he grabbed a handful of hair and yanked her back.
“You’re not going anywhere.” Spittle flew from his mouth as he threw her to the floor and ripped off her sweater. “I’m gonna fuck that uppity attitude out of you now.”
True kicked and screamed, trying to shove him off of her. In answer, he pummeled her face until black dots floated before her eyes.
This couldn’t be happening again. “Let me up!”
“Are you fucking serious?” He laughed and fumbled with the front hooks on her bra and removed it. “Did you get the letters I sent, slut?”
It was him. Her heart beat out of control. A surge of adrenaline ran through her and she raked her nails across his face, leaving a trail of blood.
He wiped away the blood, then wrapped his hands around her throat and squeezed. “I’ve tried for months, but I can’t get you out of my mind. It’s driving me mad. No woman gets away from me.”
