by Raquel Belle
Chest heaving, she pants, “Very sure.”
I let out a breath. “Okay.”
I expect her to kiss me again, but she turns and saunters in the direction of the bedroom. Throwing a seductive look over her shoulder, she purrs, “Coming?”
I’m compelled to follow her, my eyes are glued to her perfectly shaped ass and the hypnotic sway of her hips. Finally, I get to live out my fantasy. Or one of them rather, because there’ve been many such fantasies featuring Grace over the past three years. Before I reach the bedroom, I tug my shirt over my head and toss it aside. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten any action in the bedroom, so I have to remind myself not to be overly eager. I always put work above my personal life, and to be honest, I haven’t had much interest in anyone else since Grace came into my life. I’ll have to keep a tight rein on my self-control. I can’t embarrass myself after finally getting her right where I’ve always wanted her.
Suppressing my instinctual need to take control, I stop myself from reaching for her to finally make her mine. Taking command is what I do, but I have to allow Grace to make the first few moves, just to gauge if she’s really sure about going through with this. She’s had a few drinks, and I don’t want any regrets in the morning.
Our eyes lock and we hold each others gaze for a few moments, neither of us moves. I didn’t know I was holding my breath until she covered the small distance between us to run her nails over my bare chest. My body shivers under her delicate touch. I’ve never been this nervous in my life, not even when I stood in the courtroom for the first time. Grace makes me nervous because she isn’t just any woman. I’ve been longing for this moment with her for a long time.
“Are you sure about this?” She asks, and a slight smile touches my lips.
I don’t comfortably accept concern from anyone. I’ve made a show of being a hard-ass my entire life. But concern coming from her is...nice. In response to her question, I step closer and pluck the pins from her hair. Her silky, coffee-brown mane cascades past her shoulders and I thread my fingers through it to pull her even closer. My mouth latches onto hers and her lips immediately part in invitation so that I can slide my tongue inside. She tastes incredible—I expected nothing less. I can only imagine how amazing the rest of her tastes.
Her arms wind around my neck, her body presses into mine. Her breasts crushed against my chest is wreaking havoc on my control. I’ve snuck enough peeks at her breasts like a pervert, and finally, I get to see her full globes up close and personal. I can’t wait to feel them in my hands and my mouth. I groan with anticipation, deepening our kiss.
Every clash of our tongues sends shards of electricity coursing through me. I’ve never experienced such eroticism from a mere kiss before. When I finally pull away, we’re both breathless. Grace’s eyes are so clouded with lust, the irises are murky green. She appears dazed. Probably a combination of my kiss and the alcohol in her system. She’s wearing a little grin. I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful.
“I knew you’d be an amazing kisser,” she whispers.
I lift a brow, my fingers still bunched in her wavy tresses. The strands feel so good on my skin. “Been thinking about kissing me, huh?” I tease.
She tilts her head to peer up at me with a small frown. “Is it wrong that I have…so, so many times?”
Her confession leaves me stunned. There’s always been something brewing between us. The blind can see that. But, I’d always assumed I was the only one fantasizing about doing deliciously wicked things to her. It always makes me feel like a bit of a pervert, thinking about my assistant in that way, but now I don’t feel bad at all.
“No,” I finally answer.
Grace studies me intently for a while and I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking. I can usually read her expressions—she has an expressive face and eyes—but she’s doing a good job of concealing what she’s thinking and feeling right now. Before I can ask, she reaches down to undo my belt. My jeans come off followed by my boxers. I’m completely naked while Grace is still dressed. That bothers me so I reach out to help her undress. I don’t get very far because she drops to her knees, and grasps my pulsating cock in one hand. For a second, I go blank. It’s hard to think when this gorgeous woman is before me on her knees, eyeing my cock hungrily.
“You don’t have to,” I say, although I really want her to.
“I want to. I think about doing this all the time too. I’ve thought about doing it in your office a lot of times.”
I’m rarely at a loss for words, but right now, all I can do is stare at her, dumbfounded. She takes me into her mouth, and I’m sure it’s my imagination, but I see and hear fireworks. It’s been too long since I’ve had this kind of pleasure. I know I won’t last if I allow her to continue for much longer. She slides me in and out of her mouth and then her tongue flicks over my head, causing me to jerk forward. Eyes closed and head thrown back, I enjoy the feeling of Grace’s lapping tongue on my ultrasensitive flesh. Her soft moans as she begins to suck harder nearly send me over the edge. The sensation becomes too much and my fingers crush the strands of her hair in an effort to hold on to my control.
I want her to continue, but at the same time, I need her to stop before I explode in her mouth. Stilling her bobbing movements, I pull away and lift her to her feet.
She pouts her disappointment, but the expression quickly disappears when I pull her to me to plant a quick kiss on her mouth. “That was incredible. I’d love for you to keep going, but I don’t want this to be over too soon.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she smirks.
I did. So much. I could watch Grace on her knees with my cock in her mouth all night if I wasn’t so eager to feel the rest of her. I grab her tank top and lift it over her head. Her breasts sway enticingly in a black, lacy half bra that barely contains them. Reaching for the buttons of her jeans, I peel the tight garment over her hips and thighs. She’s wearing a thong to match her bra. My mouth almost goes dry at the sight of her in nothing but scraps of lace—almost. Christ, this is what she wears under her clothes? At work too? I’ll be picturing her in this lingerie for a long time to come—as if she wasn’t already so much of a distraction.
She unhooks her bra at the front and drops it to the floor, her eyes locked with mine. Just as she goes to remove her thong, my hands cover hers. “Please, allow me.” In the same breath, I lift her and throw her onto my bed. She bounces a few times with an infectious giggle, making me smile. I grasp the waist of her underwear and peel it off, slowly. My eyes are glued to the smooth skin of her mound when I hear her sharp intake of breath. Allowing my gaze to travel upward, making sure to take in every delectable curve, our eyes collide.
Instantly I notice her anxiety. Her brows are slightly furrowed and she’s nibbling her lower lip. “You’re nervous? With me?” It comes as a surprise. Sure, we’re crossing a serious line, but we’ve always been comfortable with each other.
Grace visibly swallows and color blooms in her cheeks until they’re crimson. “Of course, I am. We’re about to…”
My heart stills. “Are you having second thoughts?”
“No,” she answers quickly.
Thank God. I’m too far gone in the arousal department to stop easily.
“It’s been a while,” she murmurs and averts her gaze.
That’s right. Grace makes it no secret that she has no time to date. My hectic life keeps her busy. I should feel guilty, but I don’t. Instead, I feel sick satisfaction knowing that no other man gets to have her. I’m such a selfish bastard. “It’s been a while for me too.” She gives me a skeptical look and I shrug. “You should know. You know every in and out of my life.”
“You have room for a secret or two.”
“I don’t keep any. Not from you.”
She’s propped up on her elbows, eyes fixed on me as I join her on the king-sized bed. Finally, she smiles and relief swamps me. I kiss her and she falls back, taking me with her. Wedged between her legs, ou
r tongues clashing, there’s no more talking or hesitation. I grind my pelvis against her, making sure she feels my hardness against her slit. I want her to feel how much I want her. My flesh meets her damp softness and I hiss. It takes every ounce of control I have not to slide right home.
It’s what she wants because she gasps and lifts her hips to meet mine. “Please,” she whispers against my lips.
Releasing her mouth, I murmur, “Not yet.” I’ve waited too long for this to allow it to end too soon. I go on a thorough exploration, kissing and tasting every part of her I’ve fantasized about. Trailing my lips down her neck and making my way to her chest, I feast on her breasts. I’ve always loved her breasts— they’re the perfect size, fitting perfectly in my hands. She moans my name and arches her back when I take a nipple into my mouth.
Grace is a walking, breathing temptation. She even moans in a sexy way, and my name rolling off of her tongue sends a thrill surging through me. “I want you to keep saying my name just like that, Grace.”
With a smile, she does it again and my cock jerks in response. I go further, feathering kisses over her flat stomach and down further again until my mouth hovers over the smooth flesh of her mound. I glance up to see her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes wide with anticipation. Settling between her legs, I lift them over my shoulders and tease her with little nips and kisses on her inner thighs.
Each touch of my mouth to her skin elicits a gasp as she attempts to wiggle closer to my mouth. “Stop teasing me, Nick.”
“I’ve thought about tasting you like this so many times, Grace.” I always imagine her on my desk, legs spread wide in offering, ready for me to feast on her.
“When you say things like that…” she sighs and closes her eyes.
Yeah, confessions like this will no doubt hover in the air between us at the office for a while. I wonder if things will change too much between us after tonight. The thought gives me pause, but the call of her body to mine overrides my concern. Deciding not to think about it any further, I take my first taste of her. I’m spellbound—she’s more delicious than I could have ever imagined. Each stroke of my tongue over her sensitive flesh evokes one of those low, sexy moans that I’ll never get enough of hearing. Her hips begin to move with the rhythm of my mouth in a silent plea for more and that only fuels my hunger. Soon, I feel her legs tighten around my shoulders and hear her high-pitched cry as she shatters. The taste of her juices on my tongue sends my arousal sky-rocketing to an all-time high.
I look up to take her in, this image of her will forever be engraved in my mind. Her hair is spilled around her like a silky curtain, her eyes are half-closed and clouded with pleasure, her lips are swollen from my kisses, her skin is flushed and her breasts sway with each deep breath she pulls in. I’ve never seen a woman look as alluring. “You’re truly beautiful, Grace,” I say hoarsely, all the while wondering about the onslaught of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. They’re too...intense. I care about Grace, but anything deeper than that is too much for me to deal with right now.
Shaking off the heavy sentiment, I slide my way up her body, just to relish in her bare skin rubbing against mine, before I reach into the nightstand top drawer to grab a condom. It’s a good thing I have them close by, despite never getting any action, because every ounce of my patience has evaporated. I need Grace now. On my knees, I open the small packet. I’m ready to sheath myself but she stops me.
“Let me.”
Watching Grace roll a condom onto my cock while she stares into my eyes rivals the image of her on her knees with me in her mouth. I’m really starting to doubt I’ll be able to control myself with her. I can only hope to God I don’t erupt the second I slide into her. She comes to her knees in front of me with a smile. I just need to kiss her. My mouth moving ravenously over hers, I don’t even bother to lay down—simply because I can’t wait. I grab her by the thighs and lift her onto my hardened length. She shrieks in surprise but wraps her legs around my waist. She slides down my shaft with a drawn-out moan and I have to grit my teeth and will myself not to come. I hold her still for a few seconds, our heavy breathing mingling. Then, I lift her up and pull her back down. I keep a slow pace, wanting this to last forever, but still, I feel the heat spreading inside of me.
She’s tight and slick and warm. She’s incredible. “You feel so good.”
Her arms tighten around me and she whispers in my ear, “More Nick.”
All thoughts of control and taking my time, of course, fly out the window. Laying her down so that I can drive deeper, I give her more, all the while watching the pleasure dance across her face. I could watch her in the throes of passion all night. I knew we’d be incredible together in bed. We have a connection as partners outside the bedroom, and a friendship I can’t say I’ve ever had with anyone else. Naturally, when we came together like this, we’d make magic.
“Nick I love…” she pauses and I tense slightly, only relaxing when she finishes, “this. I love this.”
Of course. What did I think she was going to say? I don’t have to think about it because her inner muscles clench around me and it becomes impossible to keep the fire threatening to consume me at bay. Luckily, Grace gives in before I do. Her fingernails dig into my back as she screams her orgasm. Finally, I can let go. When I do, my climax seems to go on forever because all of my years of pent up sexual frustration is finally being released. I nearly collapse on top of a shivering Grace, remembering at the last second that I’m twice her size, I fall beside her instead.
“That was intense,” she pants. “So much better than I imagined.”
Satisfaction blooms in my chest. “Are you saying you want to go again?” She turns to me with a grin to match my own and I take it as a yes. “Good. Give me a few minutes.”
“A few minutes?”
“I told you it’s been a while,” I smirk and pull her closer. Having Grace in my bed, in my arms feels...great.
Chapter Three
Grace
A feeling of sheer bliss swamps me when my eyes flutter open. There’s something heavy, but warm and comfortable draped across my midsection and my legs. I feel like I’m wrapped in the coziest blanket ever. I sigh with contentment. I feel so physically satisfied that I barely register my slight headache. I’m momentarily confused when my eyes drift over the strange room with boxes lined in one corner. The fog slowly clears from my brain and I blink. The headache is from one too many shots last night and the room I’m in is Nick’s. He hasn’t finished unpacking yet, hence, the boxes.
My thoughts come to a screeching halt. Nick! My entire body goes rigid when I realize that the feeling of bliss I’m experiencing is leftovers from a night of mind-blowing sex…and the heavy comfortable thing draped around me is Nick—his arm under my breasts and one of his legs thrown over both of mine, are pinning me to his bed.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. It wasn’t an erotic dream like all the other times. I’ve had so many erotic daydreams featuring Nick it’s ridiculous. But last night really happened. I slept with Nick. My boss! Panic momentarily set aside—it was freaking incredible. I hadn’t come so hard and so many times in...ever. Panic mode back on, I’m finding it hard to breathe. Or is that because of Nick’s heavy, muscular limb thrown across my diaphragm? I chance a glance at him and sigh again.
He’s beautiful even in his sleep. His usually stern features are relaxed and a lock of inky black hair falls over his forehead, making him look almost boyish. I itch to touch the lock of hair and brush it back but I don’t want to wake him. His thick lashes rest against his cheeks, a contrast against his sun tanned skin. His lips are slightly parted as he breathes heavily. After admiring him a minute longer, I snap out of my haze and try to slide out of his embrace.
He murmurs something unintelligible when I manage to free myself, but he doesn’t wake up. “Shit!” I hiss. What have I done? Sleeping with Nick—even though I’ve drooled over him for years—is a huge no-no. Suddenly memories of my parents rush in and I
feel ill. I learned from them that mixing business with personal relationships doesn’t work out. My parents appeared to be happily married until my father brought my mother into his business.
Things went downhill for them from there, ending with my mother running the business into the ground and then taking off with every cent that was left. Dad didn’t see it coming of course because he loved her.
Maybe I’m being overly dramatic. I mean, Nick’s and my situation is considerably different from my parents. We’re not married. We’re not even in a romantic relationship, but things can still go wrong when too many emotions are involved. Then it hits me that I almost slipped up and told Nick that I love him last night. A wave of nausea rises up and I’m not sure if it’s from my minor hangover or from the horror of coming so close to making a fool out of myself.
“Oh, my God,” I groan, scooting further away from a still sleeping Nick.
I go a little too far back and let out a shriek when I feel nothing beneath me. Arms flailing, I land on the floor with a soft thud. Thank God, there’s a plush rug on my side to cushion my fall. I hear Nick stir on the bed and I quickly jump to my feet. Shoving my hair out of my face, my eyes collide with his sleepy light blue ones. He stretches and smiles and for a few seconds, I’m entranced by the sight of him.
“Good morning,” his drowsy, gravelly voice makes my stomach clench. “What are you doing all the way over there?”
Gulping, I stutter, “G-Good morning,” and then lift my hands to cover my breasts, only to realize how stupid that is because my lower half is fully exposed. I drop my hands with a sigh. It’s pointless trying to hide anything anyway. Nick literally had his head between my legs. The memory sends heat coursing through me and I can imagine that I’m flushed from head to toe.
I shuffle from one foot to the other, but the dead giveaway of my rising anxiety is when I lift my hand to my mouth and begin nibbling at my fingernails. I spend a fortune on manicures because of my nervous habit. Nick’s smile drops and he sits up.