by Evelyn Sola
Talk about the best-laid plans. Sunday was the day we planned on telling my parents, but fate had other plans. First thing Sunday morning, the ringing of my phone woke me up. I was wrapped in Nick’s arms, our naked bodies practically intertwined when the phone started going off. I woke up, dazed, confused, and unwilling to extricate myself from my lover’s arms. Relief took over when the phone stopped ringing, but my irritation returned when it started again.
Reluctantly, I reached to the nightstand and picked it up, only to have my mother telling me to come home because my brother just walked through the door. I felt guilty leaving Nick so early. When he walked me to his garage to get my car, he held on to me longer than usual. His kisses were hungrier. It was as if he wanted to savor me until we could be together again.
Mona Moore was an emotional mess when I finally walked through the door, still smelling like Nick. Thankfully, she was too busy holding onto my brother to notice what I looked or smelled like.
I still wanted to tell her the news, but she hadn’t seen my brother in person in over two years. Even my father, who is usually stoic, cried at the sight of both of his kids together. Instead of what I had planned, we spent our day talking while my dad cooked Andrew’s favorite foods.
I was fine to push the reveal a day, but that same night, just twelve hours after Andrew came home, my dad’s youngest sister showed up with my three little cousins because her husband had walked out on her. Again.
“I’m sorry, but I had no idea this is how this week would turn out, Nick. This is not what I want. I thought we would have told them by now and the worst would be behind us, but it’s like the universe is conspiring against us.”
“This is why I wanted to go public right away. This is our first Christmas together. I’m not going to spend it without you. That’s not happening.”
My stomach sinks at the thought. With his mother and Becker in Ireland, Joe spending the holidays in Fort Lauderdale with his son’s family and his brother out of town with his in-laws, I can’t imagine Nick at home alone on Christmas while I’m surrounded by my family.
“You won’t. I promise. Can we meet for lunch? I have work at two, but I miss you so damn much. I can be at your place in twenty minutes.”
He sighs and I imagine him leaning all the way back in his office chair.
“I wish, but I can’t. I’m meeting with a developer about a project in an hour.” I resist the urge to stomp my feet.
“I was really hoping to see my Stinky Nicky.” A snort follows laughter, and for the first time since getting on the phone with him, I feel a sense of relief.
“I’m not stinky.”
It was the morning after the Christmas party. I woke up with a pounding headache. I searched the bed for him, only to find it empty. He showed up a few minutes later. I was still in bed, holding my head in both hands when he handed me a glass of cold water and two Advil. I think I was still drunk when I muttered, “Thank you, Stinky Nicky.” He laughed so hard, he almost dropped the mug of tea he had waiting for me.
“I love you.” I can practically see him smiling through the phone at my words.
“Maybe I can—” Whatever he was going to say gets cut off. He mumbles for me to hold on, but then he comes on and whispers, “Mona’s here with a budget, pretty girl. I’ll call you later. Love you.” He ends the call, and all I feel is rattled and disappointed. Rattled at how closely he works with my mother, and what her reaction to the news will be. Disappointed because I can’t see him today. To make matters worse, we have no set plans as to when we’ll see each other next.
For the rest of the morning, I walk around in a fog. I’m grateful that my brother, aunt, and cousins were out visiting other family members so I can mope in peace. Not even the Christmas carols I put on or the sight of the little Christmas tree he got me for my bedroom cheered me up. All I could do was think of the real tree Nick has at his house, and the tinsel fight we had when we were decorating it. I don’t remember what came over me, but as he was bending down to pick up an ornament, I put silver tinsel on his head. He hadn’t realized it until I pointed and laughed at him. From that point on, the tinsel fight was on. He complained about finding tinsel all over the house for days.
A few days later, he caught me going through and shaking the presents under the tree. He didn’t say a word, but I noticed his smirk as he shook his head. When I shrugged my shoulders at him, he slapped me on the ass and kissed me senseless.
“How did I get here?” I ask myself a few hours later when I’m leaving for work. I didn’t even know this man until a few weeks ago. Now, I can’t go a few days without him.
Me: Miss you.
Nick: Me too.
Me: Love you.
Nick: Love you more.
An hour later, I park my car in the building. Even though Nick won’t be there, I decided to surprise my mom with lunch. I won’t see him, but at least I’ll be in his space for a while.
As expected, Mom is thrilled when I show up with takeout. She’s all nervous excitement about Christmas, and I listen with half an ear as she prattles on about Andrew.
Something in the atmosphere changes while my mom continues to talk, but I know he’s nearby. The door to the break room opens, and he walks in. His eyes find mine immediately, and his steps falter. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I check him out. Even underneath his long, wool coat, he looks sexy.
“Well, Mom,” I say. She finally stops talking long enough to look at me. “I have to get going. I have some last-minute shopping to do before work.” I stand up and dispose of my trash. My eyes lock with Nick as I walk past him to the trash can. I can feel the heat rolling off his body even from across the room.
“Okay, baby girl. I have lots of calls to make this afternoon. Thanks for bringing me lunch.”
“Mona,” Nick says. “Can you come to my office around three to talk on the Harbor View project? I’m making that bid in about a month and I want to talk numbers with you.”
“Sure,” my mom replies, her voice tight. “I don’t know if you remember my daughter, Miranda. She brought me lunch,” she says, puffing her chest out a little bit.
Nick’s only response is to nod his head at me, but I notice he doesn’t take his eyes off my boobs.
“You want me to see you out, baby girl?” my mom asks.
“Don’t worry about me, Mom. I’m gonna use the bathroom and then go. I’ll see you at home.” I kiss her cheek, but I remain at the sink, washing my hands as slowly as possible. Mom practically skips out of the break room.
“My office. Now. Last door down the hall.” Those are the only words he says before he walks out of the room. I grab my coat and purse, and less than a minute later, I enter his office. He crosses the room, locks the door, and pins me against the wall.
“Mm-hmm,” I say against his mouth. I open mine wider, deepen the kiss and push my hands through his hair. He shudders in my arms as I stroke his scalp.
“I’ve missed you so damn much,” he says. “I want to taste your pussy.”
“You’re crazy, Nicky. If you do that, this entire building will hear my screams.” I push him away and drop to my knees. “You’re much quieter than I am.” I fumble with his belt, pull his pants down to his ankles and practically swallow him whole.
“When I saw you in the kitchen wearing that tight, red sweater, I wanted to lay you on the table and feast on you.” I cup his balls and take him all the way to the back of throat. He’s trying really hard to be quiet. Every time he pulls on my hair, I suck on him harder.
He throws his head back, moaning softly as he helps guide my head. I lose myself in his taste and smell.
While he’s buried deep inside my throat, someone turns the doorknob, but when they are met with the lock, whoever it is knocks on the door.
“Mr. Bain,” I tense at the sound of my mother’s voice, “I was wondering if you had a few minutes now instead of this afternoon. I was hoping to leave a little early toda
y.”
With his dick still in my mouth, I look up at Nick, panic in my eyes. He runs a shaky hand through his hair while he stares down at me. He remains quiet for so long, she knocks on the door again.
“Uh, give me a few minutes. I’ll come find you, Mona.” Nick’s voice is strained as he looks down at me.
She mutters okay, and I relax when I hear her footsteps fade away.
As soon as the coast clears, I return to my task. It doesn’t take long for him to explode all the way down my throat. After swallowing all of it and wiping him clean, his dick slips out of my mouth with a loud pop.
“Get your pants off and get on my desk.” He pulls me to my feet and when he reaches for the hem of my leggings, I step away.
“No, Nicky. That was for you. We both know I won’t be able to be quiet, and that was a close call. You can return the favor when we’re alone.”
He kisses me hard on the mouth while he holds my face with both hands.
“I love you,” he says against my mouth.
“Love you more.”
“Stay here for two minutes. I’m going to your mom’s office. That should give you time to walk out of here. Go through the back door, okay. Text me when you get to the car.”
He gives me one more kiss before pulling his pants up and fixing himself.
Two minutes later, I slip out of the office with no one the wiser. As soon as I step in the car, I text him to let him know I made it out.
No more texts are exchanged. After doing the last of my Christmas shopping at the mall, I go to work with every intention of focusing, but I’m on autopilot the entire eight hours of my shift. The only thing I can concentrate on is Nick.
CHAPTER 26
NICK
This is completely and utterly ridiculous. I’m a thirty-six-year-old man walking around like a lovesick teenager. I wrongly assumed the worst part would be behind us by now. Not that I expect Mona to hug and welcome me into her family, but I was prepared for her to know. I’m ready for Mona’s anger and awkward glances around the office, but we’re no closer now than when we first started.
It was another lonely evening without Miranda last night. The brief time we had in my office just was not enough, and the time we spent on FaceTime only made me long for her more.
It would be simple to ask Mona to come into my office and tell her myself, but this is something we need to do together as a team. Even now, I can hear her voice in the office kitchen as she talks to Sherry about her son and her other surprise visitors.
“I haven’t had my baby boy home for Christmas in so long.” She has her back turned to me. She’s so similar to Miranda in a lot of ways. They are both obsessed with Christmas. She’s worn holiday themed clothes every day this month. Whereas Miranda sticks to sexy leggings and curve hugging tops, Mona sticks to busy Christmas themed sweaters.
“Good morning, ladies,” I say as cheerfully as I can. “Love that sweater, Mona.” Despite my daily attempts at conversation, Mona still only gives me the bare minimum. Whatever I do, I can’t go back and undo our first meeting or apologize enough for the mug incident. She turns around at the sound of my voice, purses her lips, and looks down at her sweater.
“Thank you, Mr. Bain.” She runs her hand over the sweater and says, “My daughter got this for me several years ago, so please try not to ruin it like you did my son’s mug.” I ignore the part about her mug, but I can’t help but smile at the mention of her daughter. Miranda is never out of my thoughts, but hearing Mona talk about her in a conversation with me is unsettling.
“Well, she has good taste,” is the only response I can think of. In reality, the sweater is horrible. It’s so busy, I can’t tell what the scene is. All I can focus on is Rudolph’s nose, which I imagine used to light up back when the sweater was new.
“Not so much in the boy department.” This time I do drop the mug in the sink. Thankfully, it doesn’t shatter. Sherry and Mona ignore me and continue with their conversation.
“She hasn’t said anything, Sherry, but I’m so sure she’s seeing a boy. She’s hardly ever home these days. Are you sure it’s not Glen? They make such a cute couple.” They walk out of the kitchen, and I don’t get to hear Sherry’s response; I’d love nothing more than to tell Mona that Miranda is not seeing a boy. She’s in love with a man, and that man is me.
I walk to the kitchen entrance and spot them down the hall.
“Hey, Mona!” I yell. She turns to me, eyes wide like her daughter’s as she waits for me to speak. A thousand things flash through my mind. In two seconds, I imagine telling her in a million different ways. In the end, I know I need to do this with Miranda. “Since your son is home, why don’t you just take Christmas Eve off? We’re only open half a day anyway. We’ll manage without you for a few hours.”
I know I’ve stunned her speechless. Her mouth opens and closes several times. She looks from me to Sherry before she gives me the first real smile I’ve ever gotten from her.
“That would be wonderful, Mr. Bain. Thank you.”
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“You could be over here right now getting your feet rubbed.” She closes her eyes as she smiles. She puts another pillow under her head, bringing her face a little closer to the screen.
“That’s what you say, but we both know it’s not my feet you’d be rubbing right now."
“You know me well, Ms. Moore. I’d do more than rub it, though. I want to lick it.” She gasps at my words. I can see the excitement in her eyes as she bites her lip. “Kiss it. Suck it. Fuck it.” She throws her head back on the pillow and groans.
“Soon, Nicky. After Christmas, I want us to isolate ourselves at your place. You and me. Naked.”
“I love the sound of that, but that better not mean that I won’t see you until after Christmas.” She pauses at my words, then rolls her eyes.
“Are you nuts? I’m going crazy after one day. Do you think I can last much longer? I want my man and I want him now.”
I hear a noise in her room. Her eyes widen, and she says the names of her cousins. She tells me she’ll call me and ends the call.
Frustrated at the abrupt ending of the call, I toss my phone on the coffee table. I wanted to discuss our plans for the holidays and after, but every time we try to lock something down, we get interrupted.
Knowing I’ll never be able to sleep, I leave my bedroom and go downstairs to my office to work on some sketches to pitch for the new project. Even the office reminds me of her. At the front of my desk is a miniature sleigh complete with Santa and the reindeer. She even got me a Frosty the Snowman lamp. I shut it off immediately when it starts to sing the song.
I don’t know how long I’m in my office when I hear the front door open. There is only one other person on the planet who can just walk into my house at any time. Excited about seeing her, I run out of my office to find her walking down the hall toward me. We both run to each other. I pick her up and run up the stairs to the bedroom.
“Surprise,” she whispers right before I kiss her lips. “I missed my Nicky.” She wraps her legs around me, and I spin her around before we both tumble to the bed. “My Stinky Nicky,” she says, gently stroking my hair.
“I’m not stinky.” I kiss her again and again, leaving both of us breathless. I don’t know how, or who made the first move, but within seconds the floor is covered with our scattered clothes. I push her into the middle of the bed and spread her legs wide. The way she’s writhing underneath me and moaning my name tells me she’s ready for me. Unable to wait another second, I slide into her. She throws her head back as she moans my name. She digs her nails into my back with each thrust.
“Open wider,” I order against her mouth. She does, and I sink even further. As I thrust into her to the hilt her mouth falls open underneath mine, so I take the opportunity and slide my tongue in.
She moans loudly as she wraps one leg around me. Her nails dig deeper, her moans get louder, and she explodes, my name a muffl
ed sound against my mouth.
She’s still coming when I abruptly pull out of her. I grab my cock, and after two strokes, I cover her breasts with my release. She looks at me, wide-eyed and shocked by my actions. She bites her lower lip, throws her head back, and laughs as she pulls me onto her body, coating both of us with my cum.
“You’re Sticky Nicky now,” she says.
CHAPTER 27
MIRANDA
I quickly slide my phone out of my back pocket and check the time. Another fucking hour and he’ll be here. We’ll have dinner out so we can talk.
“I just want to be able to come to your house and pick you up. Have dinner with your family or invite them over to my place for a meal.” He had whispered those words with me wrapped in his arms after making love. I fell asleep to the beating sound of his heart and the feel of his fingertips sliding against my ribcage.
I woke up a few hours later, still wrapped in his arms. The sun had yet to come up as I quickly dressed. I pressed a kiss to his forehead, and he pulled me back in the bed with him. It took me another ten minutes to finally pull out of his arms and leave the house. It was still dark out when I arrived home, and I got in the house with no one the wiser.
I stand in the back of the store pretending to work while I wait for him to walk in. My stomach growls loudly, and I’m grateful that the sounds in the store hide the noise.
Only a few more minutes and I can leave this place. Luckily, I only have one more day of work and then I’m done until the New Year. I’m not sure how many minutes pass as I think of what Nick said last night. He suggested we go away for a few days after Christmas, and when he suggested somewhere warm, I assumed he meant Florida. To my surprise, he told me his father bought a vacation home in The Bahamas which now belongs to him and Henry.
Lost in my thoughts of frolicking on the beach, and the many ways I’m going to have him in every room in that house, I don’t notice he’s arrived until he’s grabbing my face and kissing me on the lips.
