by Meg MacRose
In comeback to her not so light touch on his back, Nick responded whole heartedly. She kissed him harder and harder, her body tingled with anticipation of where he would caress or explore. She didn’t need to wait long. Ecstatic pain raced through her body as one of her nipples was tweaked by his rough fingers. Their mouths still attached as they stood up in unison and Nick guided her backwards until her back hit the wall behind. His mouth bore down and pushed harder against her own so that her head had no option but to rest against the wall behind her. The thrill of Nick being wild with desire and unable to sate himself of her as he manhandled her breast was intensified as his other hand came up her shirt and replicated the movements on her other breast. His fingers remained tender yet strong as they tweaked and pulled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Fireworks shot through her body, and Lacey recognised the grunting noise that she could hear, as being her own.
The adrenaline pumped through her veins as she took the courageous move of adjusting herself against him, raising her legs to straddle Nick’s hips.
Nick lifted her and as his hands supported her buttocks, an electric shock went through her. Her hips jerked and her eyes closed. Her breath roared in her throat. Her entire body was a bundle of sensitive nerves.
“Are you sure?” His raspy voice barely audible.
Lacey whimpered, unable to speak.
The flick of his tongue on her sensitive ear lobe was torturous.
Nick piloted his way to the bedroom with Lacey’s buzzing body still wrapped around his frame. With gentle precision, he pushed her down onto the bed underneath him and covered her swollen mouth hungrily with his own. Unbridled bliss spun around her as his tongue connected with hers. A torturous and stimulating push of need gripped Lacey as his hands explored her body, settling on her clitoris. Her breath caught in her throat. Every nerve ending was so sensitised that she trembled when his fingertip circled and played with her bud of arousal. Her whole body was spiralling out of control with a need that continued to grow. She was sure that she’d explode. Even the light brush of his fingertip across her warm and moist entrance tantalised and tortured her, too much to bear. Nick pushed her hips down and flicked his tongue where his fingers had been.
“No Nick. Please stop. Please I want to feel you inside me,” she pleaded as the ecstasy of his touch increased.
His tongue teased her nerve endings which were already tender and sensitised to his every touch. Her head swung from left to right and back again on the pillows as the sheer need for him to fulfil her craving for more built up through her body. A silent scream escaped as she cried out his name. She lost complete control so utterly spellbound by the frenzied orgasm that released, taking her by storm as she writhed in elation. Fireworks exploded and for long minutes she quivered as the astonishing waves of pleasure engulfed her. Nick looked down at her, satisfaction on his face. He retrieved a foil packet from his bag and when he was sheathed, he tilted her still quaking body until the smooth steely thrust of him nudged with ease against her still pulsating centre. The void of desire stirred in her again, as if her appetite had been whetted. His manhood slid inside her, easing in with slow precision, penetrating and teasing her receptive and throbbing core.
“You feel amazing,” he groaned, as he pulled back again and again, changing the angle by mere degrees so that his hips were able to push forward, deeper into her.
Lacey met his powerful thrusts. A moan breaking out low in her throat as she moved her hips in rhythm with his bold and strong pace. It wasn’t long before she achieved that crescendo for a second time. She lurched into it with a feverish frenzy, finding a deep release that left her quivering and floating in a sea of bliss, part of her was aware of Nick meeting her climax with his own.
“Wow. Incredible.” Nick muttered single word sentences, as he rolled over onto his back and hooked his arm around her still shaking body.
Lacey was totally and utterly drained and she was more than glad to remain supported against his body wrapped in his arms and wonder at the waves of calm and belonging that flowed over her.
Nick pulled her in closer to his warm body. It was nice, Lacey decided as she lay next to him while his hands ran up and down her skin in soothing rhythmic motions. Unable to fight her tiredness, the continuous action lulled her body into a relaxed state, her eyes closed and with a smile on her face she murmured, “you are quite the man, Nick Silverton.”
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Lacey could hear giggling coming from under the bedcover, which was hung across the backs of all the dining chairs in the middle of her living room. Therese and Nick were underneath, a tea party in full swing with a collection of Therese’s threadbare teddy bears and plastic dolls, half of which missed multiple limbs. She hid a smile as Nick’s long legs stretched out from under one of the chairs, she bet he’d never envisaged this was how he would spend his Sunday morning. Neither of them had yet seen her and she enjoyed the chance to spy on them.
The arms on the clock had already ticked past ten. She’d slept in, not something she did very often. She flexed her legs one-by-one, she was a bit sore. But darn it was good. Last night was even better than Friday. It was magic. It was undeniable, the pleasure she had gotten from whatever it was they could label their antics last night was way off the Richter Scale.
Lacey bit down on her lip. A weekend of explosive sex had just complicated things. Real bad. Nick had rocked her world, and she’d enjoyed every single second of it. She couldn’t remember an experience like it. Only, Nick didn’t belong in her life. In Therese’s yes, but not in hers. She’d spent the last six years in total avoidance with the world he lived in and been the happiest that she’d ever been. This was too much to think about before her morning coffee.
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The silhouette of a person on the wall alerted Nick that Lacey had finally woken up. He’d pulled the duvet over her silent sleeping form and tiptoed out of her bedroom this morning when he had heard Therese stir. He didn’t get much sleep last night. Not with her delectable body in his arms. But he had not moved an inch in case he disturbed her sleeping frame. Besides, his mind had not been able to turn off.
“Good morning to you too.” Nick called out, a bundle of nerves and excited energy flew around his stomach. This wasn’t like him at all. Normally, he was first to scarper the morning after making love to a woman. Not this morning. This was unusual, not his normal routine. He parked his contemplation until later, right now he wanted to enjoy the present, not dwell on why he was acting differently. So, what if he habitually bolted before his lover had woken up? Lacey was different. She brought out a different Nick Silverton. Someone who was able to be lively, capable and accepted. Though with Therese here, it wasn’t likely they would get the opportunity to repeat their antics.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked thickly.
Lacey’s pale skin flushed. “Yes thanks. Like a log.”
They stood there for a moment, just staring at each other. He hoped that Lacey was gloriously aware of his appreciative gaze on her, and as she made her way to the kitchen to get a much-needed coffee, his eyes didn’t stray from her frame. She was already dressed in a bright cotton sundress that floated around her body. There was nothing suggestive in her choice, but she looked hippy. Though, he acknowledged, probably anything that she wore would grab his attention.
“Do you need one too or have you guys eaten breakfast already?”
Therese’s little mop of curls emerged from under the blanket with the type of high-pitched squeal that only five-year-old girls were capable of.
“Mummy. Mummy. You’re up. We’re having a tea party. Do you want to join us?”
Lacey was unable to suppress a smile as her daughter waited with extraordinary patience for her to answer.
“You look like you’re having a blast. How about I make some coffee and maybe some toast and I come sit down near you. Does your tea party need some morning tea?”
“Oh yes. Thank you Mummy. It really does. We would love
some morning tea, wouldn’t we Daddy?”
Therese’s over the top polite reply was enough to simmer the sexual tension that had been building.
“Morning tea and coffee would be great. But let me help.”
He stood up, almost knocking the blanket from its precariously angled position.
“Daddy, I’m just getting my other dolls and ponies so that they can join us.” Therese squeaked as she leapt up and ran from the room, slamming her bedroom door with excitement in her wake.
“Last night was very nice.” Lacey said lamely as Nick walked closer to her.
“It may have been many things, but believe me, nice was not one of them,” Nick growled with a heavy voice, as he pulled her towards him and covered her rosy lips with his own.
Her illuminous eyes widened. “Therese?” she reminded him.
“She’s still in her bedroom,” he murmured as he shifted his hands to toy with her breasts. He stroked a tender tip in appreciation as his eyes remained on hers.
“Last night was perfect. You made me feel things I wasn’t aware existed. If our delightful daughter was not in the room next door, I would show you just how appreciative I was.”
Nick noticed how Lacey hid her smile by biting down on her hip. It was the simple moments like these that he cherished and would relive in his mind when he returned to London later in the afternoon. Her eyes half closed as he adjusted his body so that he’d still shield her from their daughter, should she emerge without warning. Her back arched and her nipples pushed against the soft fabric of her thin dress, further into his clasp. The audible sigh that escaped her was as light as a feather.
“Did you know that your breasts are perfect, like the rest of you?” He breathed. “I really really want to explore more of your body. Please tell me that you feel the same?”
“That I want you to explore more of my body?” Lacey joked. “I don’t know a girl who would say no to that. Not with the great Nick Silverton!”
“Minx.” He whispered into her ear.
Lacey whimpered in his arms.
An unexpected ear-splitting bang from the next room disturbed the moment, right before a little girl’s scream of pain echoed through the house.
“Therese.”
Panic hit him with iron-like force, and he ran through to her bedroom. Crumpled on the floor was his pocket-sized daughter, covered in toys, tears running from her face.
“I tried to reach the top basket of toys by myself, but they fell on me and made a loud noise.” She sobbed and hiccupped.
“Are you okay?” Lacey asked, immediately taking in the situation. “It’s alright, nothing is broken. You’re not in any trouble. Come on, we’d better check that none of your toys were hurt in the fall.” She sat crouched in front of their daughter as she stroked the tears away. Nick looked at the scene in front of him as they checked with absolute affection each and every toy for apparent injuries.
When he returned to London, this is what he would miss out on seeing. The everyday occurrences in a family home.
Chapter 9
Lacey didn’t get a lot of sleep on Sunday night. Her brain was trying to compute what had happened over the weekend. By making love with Nick, something in their dynamics had changed. Nick hadn’t said or done anything that was out of the ordinary. If anyone had looked through the window, she was sure they would have seen a very normal looking family who enjoyed spending time with each other. Only they weren’t. A family that was. Therese was her family. And Nick was Therese’s biological family. But a family unit they weren’t.
The problem she had was she was no longer seeing Nick as just Therese’s father. She looked forward to his company. He was funny and considerate and interested in what she had to say. And magnificent in bed. She liked him too much, Lacey decided ruefully.
She got up early on Monday morning as usual and took her morning coffee outside. The sky was clear, with a glow of orange as the sun started to rise. The birds chirped in the trees nearby. The morning was splendidly perfect, a perfect early summer’s day, and yet here she was lamenting about life.
She was not in love with him, she told herself resolutely. She could appreciate a good catch of a guy, but she didn’t need to be intimate or fancy him to value the way he respected and treasured Therese. In fact, she despaired, she couldn’t let any more opportunities arise where they were going to fall into bed together. She needed barriers and boundaries. And fast. If she didn’t, she might just succumb to his charms and where would that leave her when he moved on to someone else? And he would; most people from the upper echelons of society planned to only marry someone else from the same class. That’s probably why he was engaged to someone like Diana in the first place. At least he was unaware of her own upbringing.
She’d ask him to stay at a nearby B & B and only visit in the daytime, only until she had a chance to find a larger house that could accommodate Nick in his own quarters. That would be both proactive and appropriate Lacey admitted shrewdly. She didn’t want Therese to miss out on knowing her father. But for the time being, she’d ask for space. He’d respect that, she was sure.
While her plan was still fresh in her mind, and she had the resolve to see it through, she had to tell Nick immediately. It was the decent thing to do, not wait until he arrived on Friday night expecting to crash at hers again for the weekend.
Without hesitation, she swiped her phone.
“Lacey. This is an early call. Did you not sleep well either?”
“Nick. I need to talk to you.”
“Now you’ve either decided that you miss my body so much that you want phone sex, or it’s ominous. For some reason, I’m placing my money on the latter.”
“Ha. Definitely not the phone sex.” Although the thought of it did appeal. Wrong place with Therese in the house and due to wake anytime and wrong time, she was on a mission to put as much distance between them as possible. “Not so much ominous, I just wanted you to know, well you know that I enjoyed our tryst yesterday. But it can’t happen again. We have to think about Therese.”
“There’s no valid reason why we can’t do both.” His reply was quiet and hopeful.
“Both?” she questioned with a frown.
“Think about Therese’s wellbeing and pursue our own relationship too.” Nick explained in simple terms.
It sounded too easy to Lacey’s head.
“And when we move on from our casual interlude, what then? How do we both be there for Therese when that’s between us?” Her mind was blank as to how they would even deal with that. She for one, had no intention of falling in love with Nick to then have to meet his next fiancée or have Therese stay in London with him with his latest fling. She was unable to verbalise it, even forming the words sounded paranoid and needlessly anxious.
“Sorry Nick. I don’t think it would work between us. Therese is my priority.”
He had status, wealth and power, and she wanted none of those things. Not in her life and limited in Therese’s life. The sooner boundaries were put in place, the sooner she’d have more control over how Therese was exposed to the kind of childhood that she’d experienced herself.
“Nick, I don’t think you can stay over here anymore. It’s not that I don’t want you visiting Therese on the weekends, but I was thinking maybe you could arrange accommodation elsewhere.”
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
“Nick? …”
“Right. Okay. Let me see what I can arrange.” His voice was distant.
“It’d be just until I could find a bigger house to rent, one with more bedrooms. Then you could have your own digs. I’ll start looking straight away. But until then, I don’t think it’s a good idea that you sleep over here.”
“Am I that much of a temptation Lacey?” The humour had returned to his voice. Which was good, Lacey supposed, at least he wasn’t angry with her. Only, she could have dealt with his anger easier than the sexy timbre of his voice when he spoke in jest.
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Nick stared at his phone in silence, his brow furrowed. Lacey had hung up ages ago. What she said about putting Therese first was true. For him too. Only the very best would do for his young missy. Nick shifted in his seat. The thing was, last weekend was perfect. Right down to the last minute. He wasn’t sure how to take Lacey’s call. She wasn’t even prepared to give them a chance, to see where it went. But he couldn’t criticise. She’d been a single mum for so long that prioritising Therese’s happiness over her own had been normalised. It’s what she’d done since she’d first gotten pregnant. Trouble was, he loved that about her, respected her for it. He was darn proud of the mother she was and how Therese had turned out. The rationalisation of her request still didn’t help lessen that stinging sense of rejection and loss.
This was a first, he thought ruefully. Nick Silverton, London billionaire who attracted masses of beautiful women wherever he went, rejected by the one woman he finally wanted to be serious about. She didn’t covet his wealth, his family’s title or properties. She didn’t even want him to stay over.
In the short term, he’d have to go along with Lacey’s plans. He couldn’t afford to jeopardise his fledgling relationship with his daughter. In the meantime, he’d have a think on how to convince her that he was worth taking a risk on.
A knock at the door jolted him back to reality.
“Hey Nick. It’s an early start this morning.”
“Morning Dad. Yeah, I couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d come in and clear some of the emails from my inbox.”
“Me too. Though I’m glad that you’re in. I have a huge favour to ask.”
“Sure Dad. What is it? Let me guess? You want me to grovel to Mother and apologise?”
“Ha ha. Well you could do that too. But no. We have some issues with our Eastern European partnerships. I need someone we can trust to go over and iron things over. I need you to go over. I don’t trust anyone else to go about it right. Only it might take some time. I don’t think you’ll be back by Friday to spend the weekend with your little girl. I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t think it warranted your attention.”