“Fuck,” she says one word and I slam into her. “If I know,” she says while I pull out slowly. Every single time she gets close, I change the speed. “Nico.”
“I don’t only want you to feel me.” I slide into her so slow I feel every single inch of her hot pussy. “I want you to crave me.”
“Make me come,” she begs. I grab her ass cheeks, pulling her to me. “Please.” The last word comes out in a gasp as I slam back into her. Her eyes close, and this time, I let her come. One after another, she comes on my cock. When she goes over the third time, so do I.
“What are you still doing here?” Becca asks when she steps out of her walk-in closet. After I had her on the bed, I also had her in the shower. I got dressed and drove her home and instead of just going to the office, I went to get her coffee and breakfast. She was shocked when I rang the door fifteen minutes later, and I’m going to honest, she wasn’t the only one.
“I’m going to wait until you are ready to leave,” I say as she puts on one of her shoes. She went with pants today and a white sweater. It drives me crazy or maybe it just makes me want to puff out my chest when I think about all the marks she has on her.
“No skirt today?” I ask, and she side-eyes me. “What?”
“My knees have carpet burn,” she says, and I laugh. “You can go now.” She gets up, grabbing her purse and the coffee.
“Are you ready?” I ask and the both of us walk out of her place. Grabbing her hand as we walk down the hallway to her car, I kiss her and put her in her car, only walking to mine when I see her take off.
Twenty minutes later, I’m walking into my office. Lizzie is at her desk and she looks up at me. “Well, if it isn’t Casanova.” I laugh at her, walking into my office. “I came to see you on Sunday but …” I look over at her. “It sounded like a herd of cattle were mating, so I walked right back out.”
“You should have called,” I say with a smile.
“You should not be having sex in the kitchen. Things can get burned,” she says, and I look over at her.
“Are you speaking from experience?” I tease her.
“Unlike you and your girlfriend, I like to keep everything away from flames,” she says and I stop in my tracks with the title she just gave Becca. “Laurene wants you to call her back. It’s urgent.”
“How is it I go two years without talking to her, and all of a sudden, she wants to speak to me daily?” I ask Lizzie.
“Well, there was a development, and she needs your help,” Lizzie tells me. “So call her back.”
“I will,” I say, picking up my phone and calling her.
“Jesus,” she says as soon as she picks up the phone, “you would think I was trying to get in touch with the president.” She laughs.
“Sorry, I took the weekend off,” I say, looking down at the papers in front of me.
“You took the weekend off?” she shrieks. “You never take the weekend off. Last year, we were in Capri, and you worked from the boat.”
“Number one,” I start. “It was July first, and that is the trade deadline. Second, I haven’t had a day off in forever.”
“Two weeks ago in New York,” she counters, and I get a bit aggravated now.
“Is that what was so urgent that I had to call you?” I ask. “Seventeen missed calls for that?”
“Actually, ass,” she says, “I called to go over the pitch I was going to give today, but since you were MIA, I called Lizzie.”
“Oh, good, is this for the company we spoke about?” I ignore her last comment.
“It is,” she tells me. “I’m super nervous about it.”
“You’ll do great,” I say, and she breathes out a huge breath.
“I hope so. I know they are a family run company,” she says.
“You’ll kill it,” I say. “You always do. Call me and let me know how it goes.”
“Will do,” she says and hangs up the phone, my mind forgetting about the conversation five seconds after another call comes in.
I’m in and out of meetings all day long, and when I finally look at the clock, I see it’s past seven. “I’m headed home,” Lizzie says, peeking her head into the office. “Do you want me to get you something to eat on the way home?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m good.” She nods and leaves and I pick up my phone calling Becca.
“Hello,” she says, her voice almost breathless.
“What are you doing?” I ask into the phone.
“I’m on the treadmill,” she says, and I laugh. “Got home at five and figured why not.”
“You didn’t call me today.” I get up and walk out of my office.
“Was I supposed to?” she asks. “I’m almost done. How about I call you back?”
She hangs up the phone, and twenty-five minutes later, she hasn’t called me back. I get out of my SUV, walking into her building, and the doorman asks who I’m here for.
He has me sign in, and when I knock on the door, there is no answer. I knock again and nothing. I take my phone out and call her. “Hey, sorry,” she says. “I took a shower.”
“I’m outside your door,” I say, and I hear her walking, and the door swings open, and there she stands in a robe and her hair tied at the top of her head. “I brought you dinner.” She looks at me in shock as she smiles. She moves back to give me a chance to walk into the place. I lean down and kiss her lips.
“Are we talking real food here,” she asks, shutting the door, “or are we talking dick?”
I laugh at her, holding up the bag in my hand. “I mean real food,” I say, “but I’m okay with the blow job part.” She throws her head back and laughs.
“You would be.” She comes to me and wraps her arms around my neck. Going on her tippy toes, she says, “By the way, in case I forget to tell you later. I’m really happy you stopped by.”
Chapter 21
Becca
“Well, in case I don’t tell you later,” he says softly as I look up at him. “I’m really happy I came here.” He kisses me so softly, if my eyes weren’t open, I would’ve thought it didn’t happen.
“Let’s go eat.” I turn and lead him down the hall into the kitchen. “You bought it, so let me plate it,” I say. “Take off your jacket.” I watch him as he takes off the jacket I observed him putting on this morning.
I tried to sneak out this morning when I got up, but the minute he felt the bed move, he woke up. I didn’t want the whole scene of me leaving and having it awkward, so I tried to sneak out. I can’t even explain it. I spent the whole weekend with him naked in his apartment. Getting dressed or actually covered for thirty minutes. We were naked and making out every single time. I felt as if we were trying to get our fill before talking about what this thing really was. Or asking if we are going to actually put a label on it.
“How was your day, dear?” I grab two plates, bringing them back to the brown bag that he brought in.
“Uneventful,” he says, taking off his cuff links and rolling up his sleeves. “What about you?”
“It was a Monday.” I take out the first black container. “What did you order?”
“Steak and salmon,” he says as I take out another container. “I got two of each.”
“There is enough food for six people,” I say, and he just shrugs. I open the containers, and the smell makes my mouth water. “Beef or fish?” I look up at him.
“Steak,” he says and I put steak on a plate with some roasted Brussel sprouts and a loaded baked potato. I walk over to him. “Here you go.” I place the plate in front of him.
“Where is your plate?” he asks.
“I’m going to get some salmon and some salad.” He looks over at me. “I just ran for two hours, you think I did that so I can eat carbs?” I turn to walk away and he grabs my arm, bringing me to him. His undoes the sash of my robe, his hand goes to my ass as he squeezes it.
“You’re more than okay,” he says and I look up at him. My mouth waters and it has nothing to do with the f
ood waiting for me, no it’s all this man. I shake my head, walking away as he slaps my ass.
I make my own plate opting, still for the salad and the grilled salmon. I sit next to him as we eat. “I leave tomorrow,” he says from beside me, and I knew it was coming. “Team left today, and they play tomorrow.”
“Do you always travel with the team?” I ask, and he nods his head.
“I don’t really travel with the team, but I’m there for all their games. If they are travelling between games, depending on my schedule, I’ll go with them or meet them there,” he says, cutting into his steak.
“I leave in January for my tour,” I say, grabbing some salad. “And I, for one, hate it.”
“Your tour?” He looks over at me as I eat a piece of salmon.
“I go and meet the up and comings. See who I want to go after,” I say and he just looks at me. “What?”
“You actually go to all the games?” I nod at him.
“I also meet the parents and get a feel for them. I also lay down the law,” I say, picking up another piece.
“You lay down the law,” he repeats and I turn to him.
“My time is precious,” I say, crossing my legs, the robe falling on both sides. “I want them to know what I can do for them. But I also want them to know what I’m not going to put up with.”
He turns, pulling my chair closer to him as he opens his legs. “You work hard.” I don’t know if he’s telling me or asking me. “I didn’t call you today.”
“I know,” I say, not sure where this is going right now.
“It doesn’t bother you.” Again, I don’t know if he is asking me or telling me.
“I know that you’re busy,” I say. “And I know that if you have a minute you will call me.” I shrug. “Or maybe you won’t, but it’s not that big of a deal. I don’t sit down and wait for your call if that is what you are asking.” I smirk at him.
“I like you,” he says the words that makes me stop breathing. He raises his hand and is rubbing my cheek with his thumb. “Like I really, really like you.”
I laugh. “Well, if you are wondering, I like you, too,” I admit to him.
“There are so many things that I like about you,” he says, leaning in and kissing my lips. My hand comes out as I place my palm on his face. “But the thing I like most about you.”
“Oh,” I joke with him. “I know exactly what you like most about me.”
He laughs. “I do really like that, but what I was going to say.” He shakes his head. “Is that I don’t have to apologize for who I am.” I look at him, my eyebrows pinched together. “If I can’t call you, you aren’t going to hold a grudge. If I’m busy and can’t see you, you aren’t going to be pissed off.”
“I didn’t want to tell you this before,” I say. “But now that we’ve shared our like for each other.” Leaning in and kissing him. “I’m a great catch.”
“That you are.” He chuckles. “Now, finish eating so I can show you what else I like about you.” My head goes back, and I laugh hysterically, my robe falling open, and he takes the opportunity to slip his hand in. “Are you done eating?” he asks, and with his hands on me, the last thing I think about is eating.
“I brought you coffee.” I hear from the door the next morning while I run on the treadmill. I look at him dressed in his boxers and nothing else.
“You didn’t have to get up,” I say, slowly turning down the speed, coming down to a slight jog. “Did you sleep okay?” It’s the first time he’s slept over. It’s the first time I’ve ever had anyone sleep over at my house, unless they were family members.
“Your bed smells of flowers,” he says, sitting down on one of the chairs that I have in the gym area. “It smells like you.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I ask, stopping the treadmill and getting off.
Grabbing the towel and wiping my face, “It’s a good thing.” He smiles at me and tilts his head back for a kiss. “How long did you sleep?”
“If you left me alone after round three, it would have been longer.” I kiss him. “I’ll sleep well tonight.”
“What time is your plane?” I ask, and he pulls me onto him. “I’m all sweaty,” I say.
“I like you sweaty,” he says, and I shake my head. “Let’s get in the shower.”
“One more for the road.” I laugh with him and he picks me up, carries me back to my bedroom, and we both get to work later than was scheduled.
He doesn’t call me that night but he does text me.
Nico: My bed smells like bleach.
I laugh and send him back a text.
Me: Better than wet socks
I think that he isn’t going to answer me back, but he shocks me by calling me on FaceTime. “A text and a FaceTime,” I joke with him. “I’m impressed, Mr. Edward.”
He laughs and I see that he’s lying in bed. “I missed your face,” he says. “How was your day?”
“Uneventful. Same old. Little bit of small fires here and there but it made the day go a bit faster,” I say. “The game was good.”
“We should have won,” he says. “But you can’t win them all.”
We talk for a bit longer and I hang up the phone and turn off the lights. I ignore the fact that I miss him. I ignore the fact that I didn’t ask when he is going to be home and when my phone rings the next day and I look down hoping it’s him, it’s then I know that I’m in it more than I can admit.
“Hello,” I say, seeing it’s Manning.
“Hey there,” he says and since he’s left Murielle he’s been happier than he has ever been. He’s been even friendlier with the reporters. “Busy?”
“For you,” I say to him. “Never.”
“Good,” he says. “Meet me in an hour.” I look at my watch.
“It’s five o’clock,” I say.
“I know, we just landed,” he says, and I lean back in my chair.
“The last time you asked me to meet you in an hour, your whole life exploded.”
“I can assure you there is nothing wrong,” he says, and I hear him honk his horn at something. “I’ll text you the address.”
“You owe me,” I say and get up to go home, changing out of my skirt. Instead, I put on tight black pants with a loose silk shirt. I’m walking out of my building when the car gets here, and I get in.
I go on Instagram and see that Nico added a picture of the game last night. I try not to think about him getting in and not calling me. I don’t have time because we pull up to the restaurant.
I walk in and see Manning sitting down at a table in the back with a woman beside him. He smiles when he sees me. “There she is.”
“Here I am,” I say when he gets up and comes to me, kissing me on the cheek.
“Becca,” Manning says, looking over at the beautiful woman who has red hair and green eyes. “This is Evelyn.”
My mouth opens as I finally meet the woman who gave life to this man again. “It’s so great to finally meet you,” Evelyn says. Getting up, she comes to me and gives me a hug. I get it now, why he feels for her. “I’ve heard all about the infamous Becca.”
“Well, I don’t know what he said,” I say to her, smiling, “but if it’s good, it’s all true.” She laughs and goes back to sit down in her seat. Manning sits next to her.
I sit in front of them. “I’m almost afraid to ask what this meeting is about.” I put my hands on the table as the waiter comes over, and we order drinks. I turn back to them, a little nervous. “So tell me.”
“I,” Manning starts. “Actually, we wanted to take you out to thank you for everything that you did for us.” I look at him as he puts his arms around Evelyn, and she looks up at him with hearts in her eyes. He kisses her lips. “I don’t know how it would have gone down without your help.”
“Well,” I say, “after seeing the two of you together finally, I’m going to go out on a limb and say it was worth it.”
“Sorry I’m late.” I hear from beside me and look
up, shocked to see Nico. He’s wearing jeans and a sweater.
“No worries,” Manning says, and I can only watch him.
It happens almost in slow motion. His head comes down, and he stops right before my lips. “Hey,” he says right before he kisses my lips in front of everyone.
Chapter 22
Nico
“Hey,” I say right before kissing her lips. I hear a gasp coming from the other side of the table, and I know that there will be questions. I pull out the chair beside her and sit down, propping my arm around her shoulders.
I look over at her, and she, too, is in shock. I wish I could tell you that I had a plan, but I can’t. When Manning told me he was going to take Becca out for dinner, I casually invited myself. He didn’t think anything of it, and I can tell from everyone’s face at the table that they have questions.
“Well.” Manning is the first to speak. “This is.” He puts up his hands and tries to find the words. Evelyn looks at him and then at Becca.
“This is great that you can join us,” Evelyn says. “We owe you guys so much for all of your support, and I wish that we could explain to you guys exactly what it means to us.” She looks over at Manning.
“Thanks for the invite,” I say and rub her shoulder with my thumb. I missed her. It’s fucking nuts, but I fucking missed her. I caved last night and texted her without trying to sound like a lovesick puppy. I was shocked she answered right away, my finger pressed the FaceTime before I thought out the game plan. Then her face filled the screen, and all the thoughts and plans were out the window. “Have you guys ordered yet?”
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