“What’s his name?”
“Why do you need to know his name?” I asked, frowning. “It’s not like you know my neighbors.”
“You can tell a lot about a person from their name.”
I laughed. “Brent.”
He shot me a look. “You’re going to go out with a guy named Brent?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Everything.” He stood up and folded his napkin on the table. “Ready?”
By the look in his eyes, the thought of me on a date wasn’t sitting well with him. He looked . . . demanding. Intense. Sexy. Irresistible. I put my hand in his and stood. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it before pulling me closer and walking toward our room. I expected him to throw me against the door the moment we walked in. Instead, he’d said he was going to shower first because he needed to make a phone call to follow up with a client. I couldn’t say I wasn’t a little disappointed, but I took it in stride. He’d brought me here to spend time with him, away from prying eyes. I’d seen the desire in his eyes. I knew he wanted this as badly as I did, but I also knew work was a priority, and I wasn’t going to act like a child over it.
The shower switched on as I was unpacking our things and removing the tags. I tried not to picture him naked on the other side of the door, but it was difficult not to visualize the water dripping down his hard body. I groaned, and when he walked out of the bathroom wearing a white bathrobe, I had to take a calming breath to regain composure.
“I’ll only be fifteen minutes,” he said, kissing the top of my head. I wanted to tuck my hands inside the robe and climb him like a fucking tree, but I nodded and brushed past him instead, taking my new underwear with me.
When I walked out of the bathroom wearing a white fluffy robe, I found Victor sitting at the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand. As soon as he sensed me come in, his head snapped up. He took in my appearance and pushed a button down on his phone, slinging it to the couch beside him. I untied the robe and parted it to show off my new lingerie.
“You like me in my sexy Target bra?” I asked, placing a hand on my hip and jutting it out as I modeled for him. He nodded, eyes hooded as they raked over my body.
“I like you in any bra. Every bra. But I prefer no bra,” he said, voice raspy, eyes darkened with desire. “Strip for me.”
My stomach flip flopped at the command in his voice. Strip. For. Me. I swallowed and started to lower the shoulders of the robe, letting it drop and pool at my feet. My bra came next; I unclasped it and took it off slowly. Victor spread his legs farther apart. He was wearing his own robe and a devilish grin that made my knees quiver.
“What are you wearing under that?” I asked, tossing my bra aside. His eyes fell to my naked chest.
“Why don’t you come find out?”
I walked forward, stopping right between his knees, close enough for him to reach out and grab me, but far enough that he couldn’t put his mouth on me without pulling me to him, which was what he did, his arms circling around my waist and tugging me. He placed his mouth on my stomach, kissing me lightly. I felt the effect of his mouth everywhere.
“Are you ready for me, Nicole?” he asked against me, his mouth moving lower, to my belly button, his light beard grazing my panty line. “If I keep going down, will you be wet?”
My breath hitched. I nodded.
He glanced up, his eyes locked on mine. “Tell me.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” he asked, licking along the top of my panties. I repressed the urge to shiver, my hands shooting out to grab his hair.
“Yes. I’m wet,” I said in a shaky whisper.
He groaned, letting his forehead fall against my stomach for a beat before hooking his fingers on either side of my panties and sliding them down. He grabbed my thighs and made a groaning sound in the back of this throat.
“I fucking love your legs, Nic,” he said, gripping the backs of my legs and biting the front. I cried out. “Do you like that, baby?”
I whimpered out, “Yes.”
“You like it when I’m rough with you?” he asked, sliding his fingers between my thighs, gliding along my folds. I pulled his hair tighter and moaned. “Do you want me to go slow?” He tilted his face to look up at me as he leaned in and sucked on my clit. My knees buckled.
“Oh my God, Victor.”
He smiled against me. I couldn’t see his lips on me, but I could see it in his eyes. “Say it again,” he said, licking me. “Say my name, baby.”
“Victor,” I said, throwing my head back in a moan when he inserted his fingers into me and continued to lick my clit. “Victor.” I said his name again, and again in a whispered chant. “I’m going to come.”
He groaned deeply, and I felt it vibrate everywhere. “Come for me, baby. Show me how ready for me you are.” His fingers worked faster inside me, his tongue lashing against me until my eyes rolled back and my knees gave out and I was only standing upright because he’d grabbed my hips. He was reaching for the condom beside him when I caught my breath and opened my eyes, and I stopped him, kneeling between his legs and parting his robe to expose his hard, thick cock. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of it. I licked my lips and looked from it to his face.
“Nicole—” he started to say, but I cut his sentence short by licking the tip of his cock and taking him into my mouth. His hand gripped a fistful of my hair as he muttered a string of curse words. “Fucking shit, that feels so fucking good. Oh my fucking God. Your mouth. Your fucking mouth.” His words became unintelligible as I continued to suck, bobbing my head up and down, his dick popping in and out of my mouth loudly. His breathing was labored and loud, and I loved the look of awe on his face when my eyes met his momentarily. He pulled my hair hard and successfully popped out of my mouth and leaned down to crash his lips against mine.
“I need to fuck you,” he said, reaching for the condom and sliding it on. “I need to feel you.”
I nodded and stood, putting one leg over each of his and pushing his chest back so he was lying flat on his back. “I’m going to ride you,” I said. “And you’re not going to remember any woman you fucked before me.”
His lips tilted into a slow, tantalizing smile as he gripped two handfuls of my ass, helping me climb on him and settle myself on the tip. “Show me, baby. Make me scream your name.”
Oh, I would. As I placed my hands on his shoulders and lowered myself onto him slowly, I wondered if he realized how sexy those words sounded to me. I held my breath as I let myself acclimate to his girth. I was still sore from yesterday, and I remembered it as I completely sat on his lap. I cringed and gasped.
“You okay?” he asked in a quiet voice, as he sat up again, his hands pushing my hair out of my face. I nodded, though my eyes filled with unshed tears. It was too much suddenly, having his face in front of mine, his heart beating against mine, his eyes trained on mine. In that one instance, where he was looking at me like I was the only woman he’d ever really seen, I felt everything.
Everything.
This was so much more than the last time. So much more than the times before that. And it was terrifying.
“Nic, are you okay?” he asked, his voice a whisper.
I nodded, blinking rapidly. “I’m fine. Just a little sore, but this feels good. I’m fine.”
He looked at me for a beat, until I started to grind against him and he threw his head back with a loud growl. “You feel so fucking good.”
I kept moving, up and down, slowly at first, and then picked up the pace. I tried not to look into his eyes. I tried to focus on the shape of his muscular arms, the definition of his chest, the way he bit his bottom lip every time I clenched. He gripped my ass harder, moving me up and down with ease as if I weighed nothing. His eyes snapped open at the sound of my moan. When he lifted me, his mouth closed over my left breast, his tongue teasing, his lips grazing against me.
“You make me desperate for you, Nicole,” he growled, cradling the back of my head and crashing
my lips to his. “You’re fucking mine.”
I nodded, slowing my pace and closing my eyes to hold back tears. “Yes.”
“Say it. Tell me,” he said, his lips against mine, his tongue doing a slow sweep of my mouth, playing with mine, teasing, sucking. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I can’t,” I whispered. I felt the familiar burn building inside. “I’m so close. So close.”
Victor gripped my thighs, trapping me so I couldn’t move. “Look at me.”
I opened my eyes and my heart skipped.
“Tell. Me,” he said, pumping me up and down once. I moaned.
“Please, Victor.”
“Tell me.” He moved again, standing up and pumping me up and down as he stood, my legs wrapping around his waist. He was so deep like this.
So deep.
So good.
I grind against him, trying to reach my resolve. “Why won’t you say it?”
I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss, making him forget for a moment. He walked and thrust deeper, walked and thrust harder, biting my bottom lip as he did it. My moan was deep and long, a mix of a growl and an I’m yours as I reached my climax. He thrust inside me a few times more, long and deep, growling a “fuck, yes,” as he reached his own.
I KNOW WHEN a woman is falling for me. I know because I usually leave right before it happens. Right before she gets that look in her eyes that says this could be us when I’m fucking her. Nicole had that look tonight. I saw it. She’d had that look while we were at my parents’, while we were out shopping, and as she’d handed my keys to the valet when we’d arrived at the hotel. And I couldn’t fathom leaving her, even though I had to. I had to. I should. Not because I wanted to, because for once I didn’t. For the first time that look on her face most likely mirrored mine. But my career was on the line as well as her reputation, and those were two things I wasn’t willing to mess with. I sighed and ran my fingers through her hair. Her face was on my shoulder, her lips slightly parted as she slept peacefully. It looked like a scene right out of a goddamn romance movie. Me watching her like a total creeper while she slept peacefully.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” I whispered as she slept. “And I really don’t fucking want to. You probably don’t even want a serious relationship right now. You probably just want to have fun.” I sighed. “But the thought of you having fun and being like this with anybody but me . . . kills me.”
I stopped talking when she groaned and moved against me, leaving some drool on my shoulder as she moved her head. I chuckled. That was a first. That’s what I get for letting her snuggle up on me and shit. She was so cute when she slept, though. Probably because she wasn’t talking or taunting me. Most likely because she was on me, though. Nicole Alessi on top of me was my new favorite sight. Nicole Alessi anywhere near me was my new favorite sight. On me, under me, next to me . . . This was bad. Really fucking bad. I was starting to think like Oliver . . . or worse . . . Jensen. Fuck. I couldn’t possibly have the same love-struck fool look on my face as those two did when they looked at their wives. I adjusted her so she was on the pillow and no longer on me, but I kept my fingers running through her hair because it was soft and doing it soothed me.
“Just . . . promise me that when I let you go you won’t run into another man’s arms. You’re mine, Nicole. We just need to get through this. We need to sort this out and let it blow over. It’s just a break. Just a short break,” I said, sighing and pulling her closer to me. “Good talk.”
Fuck my life. I finally had somebody I wanted to keep in my life, and she had to be the only one I couldn’t have. I knew letting it get this far before finalizing everything in her divorce made me a complete idiot, but there was no stopping. And having her, kissing her, fucking her, being beside her like this made that clear. The issue now was that I wasn’t sure my heart could take it if she didn’t believe a short break was all it would be. I’m not sure I would believe her if she said she’d wait for me. That hadn’t been the plan before, but I needed it to be this time. Fuck all of this.
The phone rang way too fucking early, but I’d set the call an hour earlier than we needed just in case, and I was glad. Nicole kept rubbing her ass on my hard-on and there was no way I wasn’t going to take advantage.
“Hmm . . . that feels good,” she said, moving her hips when I tucked my fingers between her legs and started strumming on her clit.
“I’m going to make you feel very good,” I said against her ear as I thrust inside her. She yelped.
“Holy . . . Victor.”
I chuckled, biting down on the skin between her neck and shoulder. “There’s nothing holy about Victor.”
I moved us so she was on her knees and I was bent over behind her, holding her hips to meet my thrusts. I wanted to slow down for her, but everything about her had me on overdrive. I couldn’t be near her and not go full throttle. She pushed back onto me, and I groaned at the feel of her clenching around me. I slapped her ass.
“Fuck,” she said, clenching harder. She was so wet for me. I slapped her ass again. “Victor.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached for her hair and looped it around my hand, pulling her toward me as I pounded into her. I was sure between the two of us, we alerted everybody within a fifteen-mile radius that we were fucking, but I didn’t care. My only regret was that I was wearing a condom. I wanted to feel her on me. And I would. Not today, but soon. I hoped.
We took a long time in the shower, because the way the soap ran down her curves and her tits as she washed her hair distracted me.
“Stop touching me,” she groaned when I pushed her against the wall. “I’m going to be late.”
“Fuck that job,” I said, taking her lips in mine. She laughed against me.
“Would you say fuck your job and skip work tomorrow if I asked you to?” she asked.
I pulled back, grazing the pad of my thumb over her nipple. She groaned and pushed onto me. I held her gaze.
“I would. If you asked me to, I would,” I said, and I meant it. If she asked me to take a day off, I’d do it. She looked as surprised as I felt. Without another word, she lifted herself up and wrapped her legs around my waist, clinging on to me.
“I’m really sore,” she whispered. “Really sore. But I want you.”
I shook my head, holding her in place. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her blue eyes searched mine. “Rain check?”
I nodded with a smile. She must have sensed my uneasiness, because she narrowed her eyes.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
She looked at me for a beat longer before putting her legs down and turning around to finish washing. My heart dropped to my stomach. I felt like shit. I didn’t make promises I didn’t keep. Ever. And that was one I wasn’t sure I could keep even if I wanted to. I tried to put it out of my mind. No use in thinking about it now. I’d deal with it when I had to. I needed to meet with Quinn before I jumped to any conclusions. We ordered breakfast and took it on the road. We were both quiet, contemplative, as if we’d been changed by our little outing. Maybe we had been. Whenever I looked over at her, she looked like she was lost in thought. In an effort not to rock the boat, I didn’t say anything at all.
We kissed when I dropped her off in front of the lot, and she thanked me.
“I’ll get a ride to your parents’ house,” she said. “I have your mom and Estelle’s number, so I’ll be fine if you’re busy.”
Why would I be busy? I wanted to ask, but didn’t. Instead I nodded.
“Thank you,” she whispered as she got out of the car, her back facing me.
“Thank you,” I whispered back, wanting to reach out to touch her. Instead, I let her go. I wasn’t sure I could watch her walk away again, so I turned my face and looked the other way. And I think we both knew it was more than just a drop off.
“Who did you piss off?” was the first thing Quinn asked upon my answering my phone the fol
lowing day.
I’d heard from Nicole late last night when she was still at work and I could hear the exhaustion in her voice as we spoke, so I kept the conversation short. Short and sweet, though it didn’t feel that way, because after we hung up I felt like I couldn’t bear to listen to her voice again until this thing with the pictures got resolved, which was what I hoped to do today.
“I’m assuming you’re going to spit it out and not make me beat it out of you,” I responded. Quinn laughed.
“Are you in the area?”
“I actually am,” I said as I drove past the café he and I frequented. “Usual spot?”
“Be there in five. Bring your laptop.”
The call ended and my Bluetooth shut off, the sound of classical music circulating the airwave of my car again. I turned the steering wheel and made a U-turn at the light, going back to the café. We pulled up at the same time, me in my Jaguar, and Quinn in his Mercedes-Maybach S600. The guy had made a killing exploiting celebrities and reaped the benefits quite openly with his extravagant purchases. He had a different car for every day of the week and mansions in three different countries; all of them worth more money than I’d probably ever see in my lifetime. He gave his keys to the valet, walking around the back with an oomph in his step that made women’s heads turn. He was a cocky motherfucker. Rightfully so. His smile was wide as I approached and he leaned in to give me a side hug.
“My man,” he said.
“Just when I was starting to think the world may be a peaceful place,” I said, backing out of the hug. “The devil himself calls me up.”
Quinn chuckled. “Gotta keep you on your toes.”
I shook my head, smiling as we walked into the café and walked toward the table in the upper right corner. We always sat at the same one. Even when I came in without him, I saw him at the same one.
“Do you lease this table?”
“Basically,” he said, smiling. I could tell there was something more to his smile, but didn’t ask. Quinn had a don’t-tell policy, and while he’d shared private things about his life with me in the past, he tried to avoid getting personal with anyone.
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