by Brux, Boone
Finally, he offered her release. Focusing on her clit, he licked and sucked until every nerve in her body quivered and exploded with a shout of ecstasy. The bones in her legs seemed to melt, making it nearly impossible to stand—or speak. Beads of sweat slid between her breasts and disappeared into her bra. Heavy pants were all she could form.
Tor lowered her leg and stood, his gaze never leaving hers as he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and withdrew a small package. He let the coat slide from his shoulders and tossed it on top of the growing pile of clothes. A tiny ripping noise drew Nikki’s attention to the package. A condom. She smiled. It seemed they weren’t finished.
She pushed away from the wall and hooked her finger inside the waistband of his pants. With a quick flick, she undid the button and slid the zipper down. His mouth opened, and he sucked in a harsh breath when she inched her hand inside his boxer briefs to stroke him.
“I need you.” From his ragged voice and the way he pinned her with his dark stare, it appeared the man was barely maintaining control. “Don’t tease.”
She liked him like this—at her mercy. “I’d never tease you, Tor.”
She shoved his trousers down and glided her hand along the length of his erection, stopping at the head to give an extra squeeze. He pushed into her fingers, his eyes glazing. Now in command of the situation, she took the condom from his hand and sheathed him completely. For added pleasure, she continued her downward movement to cup his balls, dragging her finger along the tender skin right behind them.
He braced his hands against the wall and closed his eyes. “God, that feels good.”
“What?” She massaged him again. “This.”
He opened his eyes. “Fuck yeah.”
Most of the time she felt invisible around Tor. She was his assistant and nothing more, but the way he was looking at her now had her thinking that maybe she’d been wrong all these years. “How do you want me?”
He lifted the wet camisole over her head and tossed it on the growing pile. With a firm hold, he gripped her hips and spun her to face the back of the elevator, guiding her hands to rest against the cherrywood panel. “Like this.”
A thrill raced through her when he pulled her hips backward. Every rigid inch of him pushed against her, and the familiar ache of desire started to build again. One of his hands cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple, while his other hand guided his cock into her.
She widened her stance. Inch by sensitive inch he filled her until his hips pressed against her bottom. His other hand rested next to hers on the wall for leverage as he slowly pulled out. Just as unhurriedly, he reentered her again, his breath coming more quickly.
“Yes.” He withdrew and pushed forward. “Oh, that’s nice.” Again and again he retreated and attacked. “So sweet, so sweet.”
His words poured over her like warm syrup, breaking down each of the moral arguments she’d ever had for not sleeping with her boss. Every second with Tor was worth whatever the morning might bring.
His hands left her breast and the wall and gripped her hips. Each thrust became more urgent. Small, animalistic grunts mingled with his words of encouragement. Nikki looked up, catching their reflection in the smoky mirrors covering the ceiling. She watched his hands drift along her back to clutch her shoulders, his hips thrusting. He let his head fall back and his eyes close, his hips pistoning against her. He was so beautiful. Not ordinary-man beautiful, but otherworldly. She pushed against him, loving the way he filled her—the way he clung to her. His skin glistened, taking on a coppery glow. She wondered if he really was some kind of a god—maybe a sex god.
Why had she never seduced him? She craned her neck to look over her shoulder and ground against him, unable to get close enough. Intensity mixed with desire; as she read his face she knew exactly what he felt. Emotion blossomed inside her. She felt drunk, giddy with the connection happening between them. Why had she waited? Nothing in her life made sense except being with Tor.
A cry ripped from his throat, and he surged into her one more time as his body shuddered and he collapsed across her back. He cupped her breasts, but simply held them, unmoving. The rapid beat of his heart pattered against her back, and his breath huffed beside her ear. The sheen covering his body pressed against her, melding them together in a slick suction.
She didn’t move, drinking in the feel of their lovemaking. Totally the best sex of her entire life and possibly responsible for an inability to form coherent sentences ever again.
After a minute, Tor pushed to a stand and stepped back. Suddenly unsure how she should react, she straightened and slid her skirt over her hips before turning. He faced away from her, and when he turned around his pants were zipped. Nikki bent to retrieve her bra.
He watched her, saying nothing. She slipped the camisole over her head, but when she reached for her jacket, he gripped her wrist.
Excitement rushed through her, making her body quiver. She opened her mouth to respond, but he pulled her to him and kissed her, driving all rational thought from her mind. He released her, his gaze burning into her.
“No need to get dressed.” He pushed the emergency stop button and the elevator sprang to life. “We’re far from finished.”
Chapter Three
The elevator doors opened onto Tor’s spacious living room. Windows lined the far walls, and the New York skyline glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass.
“I love this view.” Nikki stopped just outside the elevator and lifted her right foot to remove her sandal.
The way her hand glided along her ankle and the delicate way she slipped the strap off of her heel made it difficult for him to look away. She was so damn sexy. Why had he never noticed how alluring she was? His entire body felt on fire for her now.
And the way she’d smiled at Creed during dinner had pissed him off to no end. The longer Tor had sat there observing their flirting, the more inexplicably irritated he’d become.
Nikki was his, always had been, and Creed Killion had better learn the rules now.
His cock tightened, ready for another round—ready to show her that he was all the man she needed. He was a god, after all, and it was about time she learned the truth of what that meant.
She slipped off her other shoe and crossed the room to the windows. Pausing briefly, she scrunched her toes in the white flokati rug in front of the fireplace. “You must never get tired of seeing this. Your apartment is like a castle in the sky.”
“I’m rarely up here anymore.” Truth was, he barely noticed the view. He tried to reason out why he didn’t spend more time in his apartment. It was beautiful, modern, comfortable, and a haven for making love. But work had become his mistress, although tonight work didn’t seem very important.
He discarded his shoes and followed her to where she stood staring out across the city, needing to touch her. “It is beautiful.”
He twined his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. She went willingly, placing her hands over his and leaning her head against his shoulder. He inhaled. Damn, she smelled so good, not like perfume or soap but natural—sexy. His erection thickened, and he nuzzled her neck, unable to get enough of whatever crazy pheromones she was giving off.
Nikki tilted her head, allowing him further access. He placed gentle kisses along the graceful curve, giving a small nip at her earlobe. A sweet giggle erupted as she turned in his embrace. Her arms wound around his neck, and she leaned in to kiss him, dragging her teeth along his lower lip.
“Gods, I can’t get enough of you.” If he didn’t make love to her again soon, he thought he’d go crazy. He crushed her to him, his mouth coming down on hers. Tongues swirled, playing against each other. The tang of wine and a hint of something sweet mingled together, making her taste as amazing as she smelled. He broke their kiss, his breath shallow. “I need you—now.”
A coy smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Then take me.”
That was all the invitation he needed. In one swift moveme
nt, he bent and scooped her off her feet. She gave a tiny shriek that melted into a sexy laugh. This time he’d make love to her slowly, the way she deserved.
She clung to him, nibbling his ear as he carried her down the hall to his bedroom. Shivers of pleasure traveled through his body straight to his cock. Had he said he was going to take her slowly? That might prove too difficult for his loosely held control.
The shoji door of his bedroom stood open and his king-size bed beckoned him in. He laid her down and settled next to her rolling to his back and taking her with him.
His hand roamed over her ass, searching for the tiny pull on the zipper to her skirt. Finally, his fingers found the metal tab. He gripped it and dragged the tab down. Once again wrapping his arms around her, he rolled back, covering her with his larger frame. She reached for him, but he glided down her body to stand. She didn’t protest his departure, only watched as he used a firm grip, took hold of the bottom of her skirt, and pulled. She lifted her hips and let the material slide over free.
Her body was that of a goddess, curvaceous and perfectly proportioned. She sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. Never taking her eyes from him, she lifted her arms, silently asking that he remove her camisole. In one smooth movement, he set her free from the garment, leaving only her lime-colored bra which matched her sparkling eyes. A tiny smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she watched him. Had her eyes always been that shade of luminous green? Though he tried to remember, the memories of his daily life with Nikki were fuzzy.
Actually, a lot of things were fuzzy right now, but Tor refused to try and focus on anything other than the sexy woman in front of him.
“You’re beautiful.” His chest tightened, suddenly meaning the words more than anything else he’d ever said.
“So are you.”
She ran her hands along the front of his pants and stroked him. First her fingers undid the fastenings of his pants and then unzipped them. She wedged her hands into the waistband, pushing the pants down to pool at his feet. He stepped to the side and kicked them out of the way. Another few seconds had him divested of his shirt and socks.
She removed her bra. Now nothing stood between them, just flesh against flesh, the way he liked it. She reached for him, stroking his hip and coaxing him forward. Her fingers caressed his length, tickling—exploring. At the delicate ecstasy her movements inflicted, his cock flinched.
More than anything, he wanted to feel her mouth around him. She gently fisted the tip and massaged him, and he gasped and gripped her shoulders to steady himself. Blood pulsed through his shaft, sending sparks of pleasure along its length. Though he battled against the urge to push his hips toward her, he couldn’t completely keep his body from betraying his wish, and he pumped once into her hand.
Her mischievous gaze turned upward. “What do you want me to do?”
He pumped again.
“Keep stroking you?” She leaned in and blew on the tip. “Or maybe…”
Tor gritted his teeth and watched as her sweet mouth parted. “Yes.” The word hissed from him.
A brief smile touched her lips before they closed around the head of his cock. Breath rushed from his lungs and he closed his eyes, his fingers guiding her forward. Wet heat surrounded him and slid along his shaft. Colors blossomed behind his lids. Gold and red pulsed with each draw of her mouth until he couldn’t take anymore and opened his eyes to look down.
Her hair had fallen forward. He brushed it aside, wanting to watch every glorious movement of her mouth. Slow and steady, she worked him. With gentle pressure, she pushed him back a step and slid off the bed to kneel at his feet. Her actions mesmerized him, filling him with lust like he had never felt. Her skin glistened in the blue glow of the city lights.
He pushed into her mouth with a calculated thrust, making sure she could take him. A moan of pleasure hummed against him. He grasped a handful of hair and spread his legs. Again he gently guided her mouth down his cock and then back up. When her lips reached the tip, she sucked twice before resuming her trek.
Tor bit his bottom lip. Never had any woman been so skilled. It was like every touch of her tongue amped his need. She cupped his balls, massaging them, and took him deep. “Oh yeah, that’s right.”
The exquisite feel of her mouth working him as her hand massaged his tightening sac stole his breath away. A growing pressure built and inched its way up his shaft. If she didn’t stop, he’d finish before he ever got the chance to pleasure her, but to be honest he wasn’t sure he’d ever be sated.
“Lie on the bed.” The sentence rasped from him.
She pulled free and rose without question. Before she sat, he kissed her, stroking his hand along her back to cup her butt and grind against her. He palmed her breast and strummed her nipple with his thumb, and she murmured against his mouth, covering his hand with hers and squeezing. He tweaked the stiff bud, pulling a moan from her, and her fingers dug into his shoulder blades as her hips worked against him.
Their position wasn’t enough. He needed to be inside her. With two steps, he backed her to the bed, and she scooted up the mattress to rest her head on the pillows, her arms stretching outward, welcoming him. He followed, blanketing her body with his, and settled between her legs.
“Condom,” she whispered.
“We don’t need one. I’m a god.”
He’d used one in the elevator, but the idea of putting a barrier between them was unthinkable. Besides, he couldn’t catch anything and Nikki being who she was—well, what was the point other than pregnancy? And would that really be so bad? They’d make beautiful babies.
“Yes, you are.” Hot flesh rubbed against him, her fingernails tracing swirls down his back to his ass. “But we probably shouldn’t take any chances.”
“This night is just the beginning for us.” Long, tan legs wrapped around his hips and ground her wet center against his cock. “Trust me, all we need is each other.”
Her breath caught and she kissed him, her tongue dancing against his until she pulled back enough to whisper roughly, “Fuck me.”
Her bold demand shocked and excited him. He reached between them and guided his cock to her moist entrance. “Your wish is my command.”
He pushed into her, and her hips rose to meet him. “Tor.”
Warm velvet gripped him, nearly sending him spiraling over the edge.
“Again.” Her nails dug into his ass. “Tor, again.”
His hips drove forward, burying him deep, over and over. Her soft breaths matched his thrusts. Lifting up on one elbow, he licked his thumb and reached down to stroke her. She bucked and gasped. With each circle against her clit, he pulled another whimper of pleasure from her.
God, she was so beautiful. He felt like he was drowning, unable to take a breath, afraid the driving need to be in her and with her would never release him. She gripped his biceps and met him thrust for thrust, the round globes of her breasts swaying under the force.
He loved—no, worshipped—everything about her. The way desire darkened the green of her eyes. The way her legs wrapped around him, demanded he not stop. Nikki centered him, and he had never grown bored with her company. He depended on her to ground him as he tried to straddle the worlds of humans and gods.
His name ripped from her throat, and she arched her back. Muscles tightened around him, contracting until he tottered at the brink. One more push and he broke through the wall. His senses shattered, tremors seizing his body for several long moments. Eventually he lowered himself to cover Nikki and slid his hands under her rear end to cup it. With a slow withdrawal, he pulled out to the tip and slowly sank back into her.
The rapid beating of her heart thumped against his chest. One arm wrapped around his neck to cradle his head against hers. “That was amazing,” she panted.
He smiled into her shoulder. “Unfuckingbelievable.
She laughed, the sound sexier than anything he’d ever heard. Her fingers combed his hair. “I think you’ve ruined me for anyone else.”<
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She might has well have waved a red flag. Her comment goaded his jealousy. He rose up on his elbows and glowered. “There won’t be any others.”
Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Oh, really?” She ran her hands down his chest. “And why not?”
“You’re mine.” His lips crushed hers in a show of possession. He pulled away. “Never forget that.”
She wound her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, pulling him back down. “I won’t if you won’t.”
“Never.”
The jealousy faded and he kissed her, replacing his previous intensity with playful nips along her lower lip. She giggled and shifted under him, a surge of desire shooting through him. What was going on? Though he was no slouch in bed, he’d never had this much stamina. Afraid he’d scare her off with his amazing and somewhat puzzling libido, he rolled off her to the edge of the bed and stood. “Come on.”
She followed him. “Where?”
“I’m going to bathe you like the goddess you are.” He held out his hand.
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”
He led her into his palatial bathroom. The design had been his mother’s, and he’d never fully appreciated her eye for detail until now. A tub big enough for five people sat in the center of the room. He pushed the rectangular button on the side. Water, already heated to his preferred temperature, poured from vents at the top. He pressed another button and blue lights within the tub’s casing glowed to life.
“Very impressive.” Nikki dragged her fingers through the water. “Very bachelor-y.”
“It is, isn’t it?” He pulled her to him. “And yet you’re the only woman, besides my mother, who has ever been in here.”
“I’m not sure I should be flattered or creeped out.”
“Definitely flattered.”
He guided her to the tub and stepped into the warm water. Tor settled on the tiled bench, pulling Nikki onto his lap. He kissed her and was instantly hard. She shifted to straddle him. Her hands drifted up to massage her nipples, pinching and rolling the tips to stiff points. She cupped one breast in offering and guided his mouth to her. Hot, she was so incredibly hot. Each breast received his most ardent affection and in turn he was rewarded with enthusiastic groans.
