by Maggie Marr
“He still harbors those same desires,” Frederick said.
The elevator doors slid open. The town car waited just on the other side. The driver stood beside the open door.
“I hope your evening is delightful, Miss Klaus,” Frederick said.
Noel slid into the backseat of the car and the driver shut the door. Chicago in all its holiday finery flew by the car windows. A light snow fell softly onto Michigan Avenue and a few minutes later the driver pulled to a stop and opened the back door.
Noel pressed her fingertips to her lips. The bell-shaped glass roof of the Lincoln Park Conservatory was edged with brilliant red and white lights. Above the front door was a giant wreath and beneath it stood Nick. He walked toward the car and held out his hand.
“Merry Christmas.”
“I …” Her eyes skimmed the outside of the building.
“It’s ours for the night.”
The wind whipped toward them and Noel lost her breath.
“Much warmer inside,” Nick said. He put his arm around her shoulders and steered her toward the entrance.
She walked into the conservatory, a building she’d entered multiple times throughout a lifetime in Chicago, and yet if she’d not visited the conservatory before this night, she’d never know this place. The conservatory had been transformed into a winter wonderland. The entire interior was white. Bright white, as though snow had fallen through the glass-paned ceiling and now decorated the warm inside of the greenhouse. The hot, humid air that kept the tropical plants and orchids and palms alive in the frigid Chicago winter hit her, and Noel let her wrap fall from her shoulders.
“Oh my goodness,” Noel said. “It’s … it’s … beautiful.” As though she stood in the arctic and yet was warmed by the humid air.
A server walked toward them and handed her a flute of champagne. From the far left, beneath a palm tree, a string quartet began to play.
“Is this …” She looked at Nick. “Is this real?”
“It most definitely is,” Nick said. He smiled, but a melancholy remained in his eyes. A sadness that his smile could not erase.
He placed his hand on her back and steered her toward the table set for two in the center of the orchid room.
“I wanted to do this for you.” He pulled out her chair. “For us.”
Noel sat and Nick sat beside her.
“I wanted to create this memory that we would share. No matter what happens after Christmas. No matter if you stay, if you go, if you …” His eyes searched her face. “If we …” He shook his head and his gaze met hers again. “I’m sorry. I feel a bit at a loss for words, and that doesn’t happen very often.”
She reached out and clutched his hand. “This is like a dream or a fairy tale come true. No matter what, I won’t ever forget this night, this moment.”
“Good,” Nick said. The sadness lifted from his gaze. “Then no matter what I do or don’t say, this night is already a success. You’re pleased?”
“I am,” Noel said. “And shocked and nearly speechless.”
“You look stunning.” Nick’s hand brushed along her shoulder and his eyes roamed over her flesh.
She shivered. In this moment, she wanted Nick’s hand to reach around and pull down the long zipper in the back of the green velvet gown.
“Thank you.” A teasing lilt entered Noel’s voice. “However, I can’t take full credit for my appearance. The most magnificent man picked out my clothes for tonight.”
“Really?” His eyes sparkled with playfulness.
Noel leaned forward and a coy smile teased her lips. She dropped her voice to a whisper. “You should see what I have on under the dress.”
Nick’s eyes went hot. The gray was reduced to a sliver around the huge black holes of his pupils. Heat fired between them.
“I intend to.”
Another shiver raced through Noel. Her sex clenched with the knowledge that soon, very soon, once they were finished with the wine and the music and their meal, Nick North would in fact very slowly and very expertly with those big, bold lovely hands, remove every inch of every fabric that lay across her body, his touch softer than the silk that encased her skin. Her nipples pebbled.
Damn. She could never get enough of this man.
Chapter Eleven
The fire in the bedroom crackled. Champagne waited in a silver bucket beside the bed. He’d waited for this moment all night. The rich green fabric that accented Noel’s curves, the plunging vee neckline that hinted at the wonderfully round breasts beneath the fabric, how the velvet clung to her waist, the long length of her fair-skinned neck. He’d barely tasted the food, he’d been so enchanted by the sparkle in her eyes, the plumpness of her lips, the vee between her breasts. How he’d wanted to reach around and unzip her dress with one long pull and see the lovely silk beneath the velvet.
Now was the time. His cock was hard with the thought of his Noel spread out over his bed, his hand cupping her breasts and then spreading those lush thighs. He followed her into the bedroom. She turned to him and he had no words. His eyes feasted on this beautiful woman whom he’d loved and then disdained. Here she was in his room and looking at him with those green eyes, her red curls piled atop her head. Tonight, his relationship with Noel was complicated and yet amazingly simple. He would always love her.
He kissed her.
The heat that had thickened low in his belly flamed upward. His cock, which had been insufferably hard all night, stiffened. He wove his fingers through her lush curls and plucked a pin from her hair. A cascade of curls fell over his hand and he deepened his kiss, his mouth greedy upon hers. He would never tire of her lips. His tongue darted into her mouth, seeking more of her, needing more of her. He pulled his lips from her and both he and she were nearly breathless. The kiss was the mere beginning to the deep well of desire that they’d contained all night as they dined. He pressed his thumb over her lips. He stared at her and in her lust-filled gaze saw reflected back to him all that he felt.
He pressed his lips to her neck and her head tilted to the side, providing him access to that lovely porcelain skin. Slowly he turned her. His hand clutched her waist. He brushed her hair from her bare shoulders. Her impossibly plump round ass taunted and teased him from beneath the green velvet. His fingers stroked down the center of her back and then both his hands cupped her ass as his lips pressed a hot kiss to the point where her swan’s neck met her back.
“Oh, Nick,” she moaned.
His cock was so hard. He pulled her back toward him so that she might feel the hardness of his cock pressed against the fabric of his pants. She pushed back against him, and his breath caught in his chest.
He would have her. He would take her over and over and over again. He would make her call his name as he gave her orgasm after orgasm. His fingertips pressed to the zipper at the top of her dress while one hand held fast to her waist. He pulled the zipper down. Slowly. Ever so slowly. Revealing that most beautiful back. The curve of her waist and the swell of her ass. Red satin and white lace trimmed the edge of her ass. He leaned forward and kissed the vertebrae of her back, stopping at the impossible arch where her back met her ass. Two dimples. He pressed his lips into each one. Then he stood and his hands pressed over her shoulders and under the straps that held the dress to her body. The fabric dropped to the floor.
He took one step back and drank in the sight of Noel from behind. Her back, long and narrow to her waist, and then the round gorgeous fullness of her ass above her long legs, which were capped by high heels. Red lace bra and the tiniest of panties that barely covered her round ass and garters with stockings. She glanced over her shoulder.
He pulled at his shirt and then unclasped his belt and pants and stripped the clothes from his body. Her eyes watched as he tore the clothes from his own body. Finally he walked back to her and he pressed his cock into the crease of her ass. Noel pushed back against him. His hands wrapped around her, and his fingertips skimmed over her belly. One hand cupped her breast
and slid under the silk of her bra. His other hand slid down her belly to her pussy. He slipped his hand down and his finger into her folds. Her ass pressed back and she rolled her hips in a rhythm that made him want to shove his dick deep inside her.
“You’re already wet for me.” He plucked at her nipple and let his other fingertip glide across her slick clit.
“I’ve been wet all night,” she whispered. A low moan followed her words.
He pressed his lips to her neck and his hand slid from her pussy. She moaned again at the absence of the pleasure his fingers provided. He pushed the tiny red lace panties from her hips and slid them down over her body.
“Take it off.” He tugged at the shoulder strap of her bra as his lips roamed over her shoulder.
She turned to face him and unsnapped the front clasp of her bra. Her full breasts with their hard pink nipples were free. They tasted of sugar, and he could barely wait to suck them in his mouth. Her hand drifted down to her hip.
She was perfection. Every lush curve, every inch of skin, her pussy, her body. He wanted to kiss and lick and touch. He would fuck her until she screamed his name. He would fuck her until she realized that she was his and would always be his. She would know that she couldn’t live without him, without his touch. She was his, she would always be his. He walked to her and bent his head toward her lips. He didn’t kiss her. He cupped her breast and backed her toward his bed. He placed his other hands on the edge of the curls at her pussy. He loved that she wasn’t bare.
His fingers slipped again between her folds.
“You feel how wet you are,” Nick whispered in her ear. He could see the panting of her breath. How much she wanted him. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, her hips thrusting toward him. “You’re this wet for me. Only for me.”
“Oh God yes.” She thrust her hips upward and a tiny mewling sound of want crossed her lips.
He pressed her back onto the bed. Her legs now beneath him, her body beneath him. He pressed his lips to hers and opened her mouth, his tongue entwining with hers. The heat throbbed in his cock. The need to take, to push into her body, the need to make her his tortured him. But he would hold back. He would wait for his own pleasure. First he would give Noel all the pleasure he knew how to provide. His lips roamed over her neck as his fingertip pulsed against her clit. He slipped one finger into her pussy and her sex clenched around him. His thumb now made slow circles over her clit. He lay on his side and his lips circled the hard bud of her nipple, then he pulled it deep into his mouth and her body arched, her back bowing upward to meet him.
“Oh Nick, oh my God, Nick,” she whispered.
Her body loved his touch. He was so hard. She was at his mercy, he was in charge, her body at his command. He released her nipple from his mouth and spread kisses across her chest to her other breast. He pulled that nipple deep into his mouth. He sucked and her hips thrust upward and rolled with every touch of his fingertip. He released her nipple and spread kisses down her belly. He pulled his fingers from her sex.
He spread her thighs with his hands and kissed along the skin of her leg. The scent of her desire filled his nose. Her pussy was beautiful. He spread her open with his fingertips and his tongue laved up one side of her sex. He brushed her clit with his tongue and her hips shot up.
“Easy, baby,” he said. A smile crossed his face. To make her move, to make her feel, was pure pleasure. His cock throbbed. To pump deep inside her and let loose with the hot seed that heated in his balls would be even better.
He pulled his tongue down the other side of her labia, and his fingers slid deep into her sex. She clenched tight. She was so close to orgasming, judging by the clench of her pussy and the rhythm of her hips.
“Baby, I’m going to make you come.” Nick pressed his lips around her clit, and his tongue circled the slippery, engorged bit of flesh. His fingers slipped deep inside her. Her body rolled beneath him, her hips thrusting. His tongue was circling and pulling and sucking, his fingers drenched with the sweet come from her pussy.
“Oh my God, Nick … Nick, oh my God.” Her body stilled and her muscles tightened. Then a deep tremor started in her sex and she clenched. He sucked harder and circled her clit. On the edge of orgasm, she was so beautiful. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and her full lips parted and captured little quick pants of air. When he made one final stroke over her nub, her fingers clenched into his shoulders and her body trembled and climaxed. He took her over the edge until her body stopped quivering.
Her gaze locked onto his. “Please,” she said.
Her teeth bit her bottom lip. His cock throbbed and his balls were drawn up tight to his body.
“Please, oh my God, Nick. Please fuck me.”
He moved his body so that he now hovered above her. The head of his cock pressed to the hot, wet folds of her sex. His jaw clamped tight. It took all his focus, all his restraint, to not pulse hip-deep into Noel with one hard, fast thrust. Her sex sheathing his entire cock was all he wanted. He slowly moved his cock into her entrance.
“Baby, you’re so tight.” He slid deeper into her as her body yielded to him and surrounded his flesh.
“I want you to fuck me harder.” Her hips thrust up and she took more of him.
His restraint fell away with her need, her request, with his inability to hold back this wave of need that clutched through all of him. He thrust deep and hard, and she took all of him. Her back arched. Her eyes were locked with his. She clutched his ass, pulling him deeper into her body, and his control was gone. His slow and thoughtful rhythm was lost in the need to thrust, to take, to possess.
“You. Are. Mine. Noel.” With each thrust, he growled out a word. Possession. Desire. The tingle in his feet shot up his legs and coiled through his back. His cock thrust up and back and up and back and the hot come in his balls shot through his cock and out the end. Hot and fast and fierce, the come cascaded out of him and he thrust again, and again, and again.
*
Noel woke in the night and the bed was cold beside her. She gazed through the darkness. There beside the fireplace sat Nick.
“I wondered when you’d wake up,” Nick said. He sat in a chair next to the fireplace on the far wall, his laptop open and on the ottoman before him. He held a report in his hand.
“Have you been up long?” Noel asked.
Nick stood. He wore low-slung gray silk pajama bottom and a shirt that was unbuttoned. Noel’s breathing shortened with each step he took closer to her. No man had any right to look that good. She self-consciously pulled her hand over her red curls. She could imagine how mussed and untamed they looked.
“Don’t,” Nick said. He bent forward and pressed his lips to hers.
Warmth pulsed through her with the hunger of his kiss. Her toes curled, and she could melt into a puddle of want right here on his bed. He pulled back.
“You look beautiful and quite sexy with your hair all mussed and curly and those bee-stung lips of yours.”
He pressed his mouth to hers and her breathing shortened. His hand slipped beneath the sheets and the pad of his thumb caressed her nipple. He stroked her, and with that one touch her body heated and she wanted him again with a deep and carnal lust. He was thick and hard behind his silk pajama bottoms. He stood beside the bed, bent over, kissing her. She reached out and untied his pajama bottoms and pulled them over his hips, then pulled her lips away from his. Her eyes looked at that long, luscious, hard cock that had given her so much pleasure. She reached out and grasped the base of it with both hands.
A hiss of air passed over his lips. His stomach muscles tightened.
“Noel,” he growled.
A tingle pulsed through her. She loved that she could make this giant, strong man pause with the simple touch of her hand. She pulled his hard, swollen member toward her and her tongue curled around the head. A sliver of gray was visible around giant black pools in the center of his eyes, his face shadowed with lust. His hand was on her shoulder as he stood in front of her. H
er mouth opened, and she ran her tongue around the edge of the head of his cock, her left hand stroking up and down with a long slow rhythm. She opened her lips and placed them just around the end of him.
Another jolt and his jaw tightened with the pleasure. His hand grasped her shoulder, and her lips curled into a smile. She tightened her mouth and sucked on the head of his cock. Her open mouth slid down his shaft, taking him deep into her mouth. Her hands clasped around him, traveling down to the base. She grasped him with a firm and tight squeeze, then licked up the length of his member. Her hand followed her lips. She licked the drops of pre-come from the top of his cock, her tongue raking the salty liquid into her mouth.
“Noel.” Nick’s pleasure was evident in the sound of his voice, and Noel’s sex clenched. A growl came over his lips.
She took all of him deep into her mouth. He pressed his hips forward and his cock thrust forward. Noel wanted all of him. Her mouth tightened and she suctioned him and pulled her mouth down and back. At the base of his cock, her hand cupped his balls and gently squeezed. Her lips pressed back down his shaft. She took more of him and tightened her lips around him, her hand pumping with the movement of her mouth, a slick and smooth rhythm. She pressed back down, keeping her throat open, swallowing around him this time as his entire cock thrust deep into her mouth. She took him all the way to the base.
“Fuck! Noel,” Nick growled. “Holy fuck!”
Her tongue wove around his giant cock, and she tightened her mouth, sucking hard. His legs trembled. He pulled back and then the rhythm increased. Her mouth moved faster, her lips up and down his shaft, her hand clutching his balls. Her fingers stroked his member. The vein in his cock was hot and thick and throbbing. He bent forward and his hand clutched her shoulder.
“Noel, fuck, I’m going to—”
And his body pulsed forward, in and out, and he pushed into her mouth, and she was taking him all with his rhythm with his hard, wild want. Her sex tightened with the sight of his desire. His head was thrown back and his body pumped forward and back. Her nipples pebbled as Nick’s cock throbbed between her lips. A low rumble of a growl began in his throat, and then the hot spurt of thick come sprayed into her mouth.
