“How old are you?” I ask curiously.
“Twenty four.”
“Why are you just graduatin’ now?”
“I...I didn't go straight to college.”
“Why?”
“I...I went through some things that I'd rather not talk about,” she says quickly.
“Should I be concerned?” I ask raising my eyebrow.
“No,” she says determined. Hmm there we go. She does have some fire in her. “I'm ready to work.”
“Good to hear. Do you have someone to watch your son?” I ask.
“Yes, he's with Miguel.”
Miguel huh? This is getting interesting. I'll have to touch base with Normani later.
“Okay then. I'm more the events coordinator, my Aunt Charlotte handles the marketin’ part, so you'll be workin’ a lot with the both of us. How about we start with my schedule for the week and we'll see how you do workin’ some strategies? I'll tell my aunt to come have lunch and we can work through it. Sound good?”
“Sure, I can do that,” she says smiling perking up in her chair.
“Good.”
“Thank you, Lacey. I can't say I would be as forgiving as you are if the roles were reversed. I really appreciate it.”
I give her a small genuine smile and nod.
“I can't say I would be as forgivin’ if you did in fact, fuck my man but alas, here we are. Come scootch your chair over here and let's get to work.”
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A couple hours later Nico comes into the office with a big brown bag and the smell is intoxicating.
“You didn't,” I say throwing my head back in pure bliss.
“I did. Even got you a t-shirt,” he smirks throwing the shirt at me.
I catch it, opening it up and read the words, “Pinch the tail, suck the head”, then eye him.
“Really?”
“Figured it was a perfect shirt for you, Blondie,” he winks. “Wear it to our yoga class.”
I arch an eyebrow and smirk.
“You think I won't?”
“I'm not a betting man any more. I know you'll wear that shirt and own it.”
He takes a seat in the chair across from my desk and takes out the takeout box. I grab the tray of crawfish before he even has a chance to put it down and dig in.
“Worked up an appetite, huh?”
“Tryin’ not to picture my intern with her naked tits in your face makes me famished, apparently,” I say with my mouth full.
“I only want your tits in my face, Blondie.”
“Only because they're not little anymore, right jerk?”
He chokes on his food and laughs.
“I never said you had little tits, I just said they got bigger. Your tits are perfect, with or without the milk.”
Now I'm the one to choke on my food as I see his look change from playful to predator.
“Can you not be sexual for five seconds?” I say shaking my head.
“Impossible around you, Blondie.”
“Just let me eat in peace. Thank you for lunch.”
Chapter 15
Nico
“I have a complaint. Do we do complaints here? Because I have one,” Lacey says raising her hand.
“I...okay sure what's your complaint, Lacey?” Rose asks crossing her hands over her notebook.
“Well, Nicholas over here, keeps makin’ this all a big fuckin’ joke. He's sayin’ inappropriate things to me-”
“You love when I say inappropriate things to you,” I whisper.
“See! Right there! Stop that!” she says slapping my chest. “This is not a joke!”
“Ow!” I laugh. “I'm not making a joke. I say what's on my mind and you've been on it. Doing inappropriate things to you has been on it. I mean you can't blame a guy, look at you. You're captivating.”
My voice is low, the tone I use when I'm about to make her come all over my face and she knows it. Her cheeks turn pink and I see her press her thighs together, she gulps, her breathing picks up and she licks her lips.
“I...don't diminish what you did, Nicholas. Don't use sex to trick me into forgivin’ you, forgettin’ how badly you hurt me,” she whispers.
I move closer on the couch to her, putting a stray hair behind her ear and rub my thumb down her cheek. She lets me, closing her eyes on contact.
“I didn't do anything, Blondie. I know with all my heart, even if I was a lone, starved man in the middle of the desert and the only way out was to hurt you. I'd die before I ever let that happen. I'll find a way to prove it to you but until then, I won't pretend that I don't still love you, that I don't still dream about you. I won't pretend that I'm fine sleeping without you next to me, without waking up with you tangled up in me. I won't pretend that cooking eggs in the morning doesn't suck without my assistant.”
I lower my voice to a whisper, my lips touching her ear as she wipes away tears. “And I sure as hell am not gonna pretend that I don't miss the taste of your pussy on my tongue.”
“Nico!” she gasps
“Come on, Blondie. You know I need to even out the sappy shit with my dirty mouth,” I smirk against her cheek.
“I'm tryin’ Nico, I am but...it's hard,” she whispers.
“I know it is,” I say cupping her cheeks to look at me. “I broke your trust once and I know I don't deserve for you to give me another chance, but I'm selfish and I want it. I've broken down your walls before, I'll do it again. Remember all those times you pushed me, Blondie, you know I always push back.”
She closes her eyes and I know she's remembering the night of Bella and Damons rehearsal dinner. I know now she was trying to keep her distance because of her mother’s blackmail, trying to keep me safe but she caved, she caved so damn good.
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Two years ago...December
I walk upstairs in my Aunt Charlotte and Uncle Gabe's house after the rehearsal at the church for Bella and Damon's wedding tomorrow, looking for Devin and Normani.
I hear whimpers on the other side of Devin's door and knock.
“This ain't a hotel. People are lookin’ for y'all.”
After a couple of seconds, the door opens to a red faced Normani and a sly grin on my cousin Devin. About damn time Mani, good girl.
“Might wanna wash up before you go down Dev, I smell the pussy on your face from here,” I smirk.
“Lacey!” Normani admonishes.
“She's just jealous because no one's been eating hers, right, Blondie?”
Nico's voice makes me flinch and I turn to him, my gaze murderous.
I've effectively ignored him the past few weeks since our slip up in Vegas and he is relentless.
“Oh no? You got GPS on me or somethin'? My pussy’s been very busy thank you very much.”
“Good old Hulk gettin’ the job done?” Nico says with a smile.
“I told you I didn't name it Hulk, dammit. Just because it's green it has nothin’ to do with you!”
“You're right. That only has one speed, we both know I have a lot more than that.”
I roll my eyes and Devin and Normani walk down the hall.
“What the fuck was that, huh? My pussy has been just fine without you, don't flatter yourself.”
“Oh yeah?” he laughs coming closer to me.
He pulls my wrist as I try to wrangle free and walk us into Devin’s room, slamming the door behind us.
I whip around, putting my hand up and it collides with his chest as my back hits the door.
“I told you that I can't get past the bet Nico, just drop it. You just proved to me why I don't date athletes. Y'all are the same. Arrogant pricks,” I seethe.
“Fuck the other athletes, you're mine, Blondie. This pussy right here,” he says in my ear as he inches my dress higher, his fingers connecting with my thin panties. “This pussy is mine.”
“It's mine,” I say through gritted teeth. “I decide who I let near it and it wants nothin’ to do with you, so take your damn hands off of it before I mak
e you piss blood for the next week.”
He smirks as he dips his fingers through the fabric, touching my skin.
“It wanted me in Vegas,” he laughs.
“It was drunk.”
He drags his fingers through my wet lips, and I move my hand to push him away but he's stronger, faster.
He pins my hand to the door above my head and I hold onto his wrist with my other hand, gripping him as he coats his fingers with my desire.
“You have another hand, Blondie, and instead of using it to punch me in my balls, you're using it to make sure my hand stays right where it belongs. Between these luscious legs, buried inside you.”
I grit my teeth hating that it’s the truth. My nails dig into his wrist tighter as he pushes two fingers inside me, and I let out a soft moan.
“Nico…”
“Tell me to stop and I will. Tell me you don't want it, Blondie. I'm a fucking bastard, right? Tell me you don't want me in your bed tonight, fucking you to sleep like I should be.”
“I...I'm so close…” I whine just wanting that small push over the edge and then I can go back to pretend hating him, to saving him from my mother.
“Merry almost Christmas, Blondie,” he whispers.
He pulls his fingers out of me, putting my dress back in place and I'm left there against the door, unsatisfied, panting and pissed.
“And what was the point of that?” I huff.
He licks his fingers, his eyes never leaving mine as I watch his mouth quirk into a smile.
“Proof.”
“Proof of what?” I snap.
I cross my hands over my chest pretending that him licking my juices off his fingers is not melting my panties.
“That you still want me. You'll forgive me, Lacey. It’s been months, dammit. I was an asshole and made that bet before I met you. I told Lance the bet was off the second I left your house on Valentine’s Day. Believe me or don't but you are not walking away from this. No man will ever have you in his bed again,” he growls his nose practically touching mine.
“That's mighty fuckin’ possessive of you. I can always bring them to mine,” I say pushing off his chest.
I reach for the handle, but he slams the door shut, his breath hot on my neck, his chest hard against my back. His thick length twitching against my ass. Ah, not so unaffected either, are we.
“Don't fuck with me, Lacey. I have no problem taking you over my knee.”
“And we both know I have no qualms with a beat red ass. Merry almost Christmas, Nicholas.”
The rest of the dinner is torture. I have to pretend that Nico brushing my arm to reach across for the mashed potatoes does nothing to me. I have to ignore the envy that creeps up in me when Damon stands before Bella and tells the whole room how excited he is to marry her tomorrow, and avoid drinking wine because the second this is over, I’m speeding home. I need space and him being here is giving me anything but.
Once dessert is served, I fake sick, say goodbye to everyone except Nico, and rush out the front door like a bat out of hell. I drive home, pull into my drive and run upstairs to my bedroom. I strip down, reach for my vibrator in record time and lay back, letting out a breath as I run it through my folds. Nico’s ambush before left me so on edge that I only need a small push to collapse.
“Almost…” I whine, pushing the vibrator further inside me.
Dammit.
I get to my knees, spreading my bent legs and straddle the vibrator, trying to push it in deeper, as deep as Nico would be. I probably look like a fucking weirdo, but I can't get there, dammit.
“Ride it, Blondie, but it still won’t get you off like the real Hulk.”
I squeal, jumping out of my skin and Nico stomps towards me. He pushes me back on the bed, yanking the vibrator out of me and tossing it to the other side.
“How the fuck did you get in here?” I pant realizing I’m butt naked.
“Bella gave me keys. Flip over, Blondie,” he demands taking his shirt off and dropping it to the floor.
He unbuttons his jeans and stands, pulling them down his thick legs.
“You...you shouldn’t have come here, I...we can’t. You need to leave,” I say my voice wavering as he pulls down his boxers and his cock bounces free.
My pussy is throbbing and I close my eyes, swallowing down my desire, trying so hard to push it away. Vegas was different. We were thousands of miles away in a hotel. He is in my house, this can’t happen right now.
His hand drops to my knee as he drags it up the inside of my thigh and up to my sex.
“You have a puddle of want under your ass, Lacey Turner. Try and tell me why this can’t happen again?”
I roll away from him, getting to my feet and he grabs my arm, pulling me back down to the bed. His lips are touching my ear and I try not to shiver. Fail.
“On your stomach, Blondie, ass out for me. I won’t say it again.”
One night. What is one night? She has enough ammunition on me, she won’t go after him as long as I get her the money. I am her daughter after all, I have needs, she should understand that part.
I roll to my stomach on the bed, his strong hand on my back keeping my body flush against the mattress. I feel a hard slap against my bare ass, and he growls, spreading my ass cheeks.
“That took too long. Next time do it when I say.”
“Don’t come in here and think you can-”
Slap!
“What was that, Blondie?”
“God, you are so fuckin’-”
Slap!
“I swear you just rile me up sometimes to get a spanking,” Nico laughs.
His big hands massage my ass cheeks and I moan into the bed, reveling in the tension being released.
My body craves him so badly, it thirsts for his touch. The rough and the gentle. The demanding and the offering. The love making and the fuck. Any way it can have him, my body needs Nicholas Johnson.
“Tell me, Lacey. You do this because you love it. You love pushing me.”
“Yesss,” I groan.
I hear him spit and the cold liquid drips onto my ass and I gasp.
“Did you just spit on me?” I snap.
“Making sure you're wet for me, Blondie. I don't have time to slobber all over you, I want this ass now.”
“Nico I...I've only ever done that once and I didn't like it,” I say with conviction.
“That's because it wasn't with me. Let me ease you into it, if you don't want to, I'll stop.”
I lift my chest off the bed, straightening my arms and he grabs my neck, pulling my face up to his. He kisses me, our tongues molding together. I've never kissed someone upside down like this and our lips dance along each other in a different tune and it's so provocative.
He slides his hard length into my pussy, his tongue mimicking his slow invasion, my walls clenching around him and I moan into his mouth as my clit rubs against the bed. His hands fist in the sheets next to my body and I arch back further, giving him better access to my mouth. Kissing him has become my obsession, how much I have changed in the year we've been doing this.
His thrusts become harder, faster as I feel him tighten his grip on my neck, tilting my chin up even higher as he feasts on my lips, my tongue, until he's releasing everything he has inside me. The feeling of his spasms trigger my own and I break our kiss, throwing my head back against his shoulder.
“Yesss Nico….”
“That's it, Blondie. Say my name.”
“Nico don't...don't stop. Keep goin’ don't stop.”
He groans as I feel something push against my ass. I tense underneath him as he pushes it further inside me, and his soothing hand on my back relaxes me.
“How does this feel, Blondie?”
“It's...weird...full. I feel so full.”
I whimper as he pushes my vibrator further inside my ass, his thick length stretching the walls of my pussy, moving in and out slowly.
“Don't act like you haven't dreamed of me when you had this inside t
hat sweet pussy. Saying my name as you came alone in this bed, wishing I was here with you.”
“Stop...talkin’...” I pant.
He picks up the pace, keeping rhythm with the vibrator and him, my small body slowly and wonderfully breaking for him.
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