by Penny Wylder
“Thanks. Give my best to Clara,” I call after her.
It takes me no time at all to put on my tux. I’m in front of the blue room well before ten minutes are up. My hair is messy and my bow tie isn’t done, but I’ve waited all day to see her. I can’t wait anymore. I knock.
There’s a soft answer to come in, and as I push the door open, I’m glued to the spot.
Dani is standing by the window, highlighted in the evening light. Her hair has been curled and piled on top of her head, the dress that she’s wearing fits like a second skin over her breasts, and her eyes have me spellbound. I go instantly hard, and I don’t even try to hide it. She’s fucking gorgeous, and I think my mouth has dropped open. I wish I had a camera to capture this moment, but I don’t. Instead I try to memorize her. The way the sun is hitting her skin, showing off the blue in the dress. The way her necklace is so long that it dips in between her breasts. The way she’s looking at me, frozen and awed—the exact way I’m looking at her.
I realize neither of us has said anything yet. “You look unbelievable.”
She laughs softly, and the sound goes straight to my dick. “Is that a good thing?”
“Like I can’t believe that you’re real.”
“I’m not sure that I’m real right now either.”
Crossing the room, I take her in up close. The need to touch her is so real, so visceral. I cup my hand around the back of her neck. “I’m going to kiss you.”
“Believe me,” she says, “I don’t need you to make me anticipate this anymore.” She’s referencing our night in Vegas. “And you’re going to ruin my lipstick.”
“Too bad.”
Her kiss is like fire, and it spreads through my body. I thought I was hard before, and I was wrong. Her body goes soft and pliant against me, and I groan, loving the feel of her, wanting to tear this dress off right now. Fuck the plans I made. I could stay in this room and make her come until she couldn’t remember her own name. But no. Not yet. I promised to show her my favorite place in the city. And I want to show her that I didn’t drag her up to New York just for the sex. I want her to be here with me. I want to know why she makes me feel like I can rule the world.
I break our kiss. “We should go. We don’t want to be late.”
“Late for what?”
I smile as I take her hand. “I told you, it’s a surprise.”
14
Dani
“Is this the Empire State Building?” I ask as I step out of the car.
“Yes.” Nolan’s hand is on the small of my back as he guides me towards the doors. People are staring—of course they are. A woman in a ball gown and a guy in a tux stand out. It’s the middle of summer, and even I can see that this building is surrounded by tourists. There are cell phone cameras and I’m sure that when we come out of the building the paparazzi from outside Nolan’s building will have caught up with us.
“What are we doing here?” I ask.
Nolan leads me through the lobby, gives two tickets to the attendant and ushers me into an elevator. “I promised that I would take you to my favorite place in the city,” he says.
“This is it?”
“Yes.”
I step out of the elevator and out the door onto the roof of the building, and I gasp. The entire city is laid out in front of me. I didn’t pay attention that much at Nolan’s office building this morning but I know that this is better. There’s a cool breeze coming across the roof and it catches my hair. I notice something then—there aren’t any people up here. Every picture I’ve ever seen of the building’s observation deck is swarming with people. “Where is everyone?”
“For now, it’s just us.”
My jaw drops. “You bought out the Empire State Building?”
“Only for an hour.”
“You’re insane.”
Nolan smirks. “Maybe.” He leads me over to the edge, where I look and see Central Park spread out in the distance. “My dad I used to come here when I was young,” he says softly. “He was a busy guy, but he always made time to come up here with me. He’d show me the landmarks through the viewers, and answer any questions I had about anything. It’s one of my best memories.” I reach out, place a hand on his arm. He’s looking out over the skyline, seemingly lost in the memory. “Went less as I got older, but even as I became an adult he tried to make time to come here with me every couple of months.”
“He sounds like he was a really great father,” I say.
Nolan sighs, and I know that there’s more to the story, but I don’t feel like it’s the time to press it. “He was.” Seeming to realize that he wasn’t present for a couple minutes, Nolan gives me a sad smile. “Here.” He hands me a quarter and pulls me over to one of the famous telescope viewers. For the next hour he shows me New York City from above. We stand at the rail as he tells me stories, his arms around my waist as I lean against him. It feels natural, like we’ve known each other years and not days. He steals kisses from me everywhere—my lips, my neck, my hands, my shoulders. By the time we’re supposed to leave my body is buzzing with his touch, eagerly awaiting the next time his lips touch me.
We’re driven to a restaurant called Per Se, and everyone at the restaurant knows Nolan by name. They have a private table waiting for him immediately, and they treat him with respect and deference. The food is absolutely exquisite—and it should be for a restaurant that has three Michelin stars. Everything about this evening feels like a fairytale.
Nolan tells me more about his father, and I tell him about my family. We flirt, and I notice the way his eyes keep roaming to different parts of me and coming back. He’s taking me in. I’m reminded of my sexy fashion show fantasy from the lingerie shop, and I blush, suddenly warm. The way Nolan has paid attention to me tonight, my body has been moving steadily from sensitive to aroused, and the way he’s looking at me now sends it into full gear. I hope that these lacy panties I have on are enough to keep me from staining my dress with the wetness gathering in them.
When we’re through with dinner, Nolan makes an announcement. He looks serious. “I have a gift for you.”
“Oh?” I ask. “Like this whole trip isn’t enough of a gift?”
“This is a little different.”
He puts his hand into his breast pocket and my heart lurches into a gallop. Breast pockets are where you keep small objects. Small objects like rings. Is he going to propose? Now? It would explain all the trouble he’s gone to for me today. But it would also be absolutely insane.
It’s not a ring box that he pulls out of his pocket, but some folded papers. I find myself oddly disappointed, which is a little strange. I wanted it to be a ring? I push the thought to the side, accepting the papers as he hands them to me. I open them, give them a scan, and freeze. It’s a job offer. “Is this serious?”
“Completely,” he says. “It’s an offer to be a lawyer with Coldwater Bank, with a specific assignment to the foreclosure department. Specifically, foreclosure solutions—trying to help people find a way to keep their homes.
“You liked your job, and that was taken away from you because of me. The least I can do is offer you a job to replace it. It’s not exactly in the same field, but it’s still helping people.”
I shake my head. “Nolan, no matter how guilty you feel about what happened, you don’t have to do this. You don’t owe me anything.”
“I might have offered it to you even if you still had your job,” he says, laughing. “I like the idea of you being closer than South Carolina.”
“I like that idea too. But can I think about it?”
He waves a hand. “Of course. You think about it as long as you need. It’s a standing offer, no time limit. And if you want to work in a different department, just say so.”
“Thanks.” I duck my head, avoiding his eyes. It’s all too much. He’s too generous. I didn’t realize until now how few people I know who really go out of their way for other people.
“Just one question,” he say
s, and I feel his hand on my leg under the table. “Is it possible for you to think about two things at once?” His hand slides up my leg, closer to the heat between my thighs. My arousal jumps sky high, my whole body suddenly aware of the slow, deliberate journey of his hand.
“I can think of two things at once.” My voice is huskier than it was a moment ago, and I reach out my own hand under the table. “I can maybe even think of three.”
My fingers brush his cock, and I see Nolan stiffen. I let a sly smile cross my lips as I move my hand over him, feeling just how hard he his. I grip him through his trousers, squeezing, feeling the rest of him tense. I stroke up and down his cock, gripping as much of him as I can through the fabric of his pants. I watch Nolan close his eyes, the muscles in his jaw jumping as he grits his teeth. Suddenly his hand is on my wrist, and I look up to find his eyes near black with lust. I recognize that look—it’s the same one he wore that night in the hotel before he gave me the best sex of my life.
His voice is low and dark. “If you touch me any more I’m going to come right here at the table, and I refuse.”
I squeeze him one more time, just to see what he’ll do, and he pulls my hand off of his cock, turning my hand over and kissing the inside of my wrist. He sucks at my skin and the feeling is so unexpected and erotic that I close my eyes. His voice again. “I want to be deep, deep inside you when I come.”
“I need that to be sooner rather than later,” I say to him.
I’ve never seen anyone flag a waiter down so fast in my life.
Nolan doesn’t stop touching me while we wait for the car. His hands are on my waist, on my shoulders, in my hair taking out the pins so it falls around my shoulders. “I want you to know,” he says, “I didn’t invite you here just for the sex.”
I smile. “I didn’t think you did.” I turn to him and wrap my arms around his neck. “But if you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to spontaneously combust.”
“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” he says, and then he’s kissing me. It’s not the type of kiss that’s remotely appropriate for the lobby of a restaurant, but I frankly don’t care. Until I see a flash. There’s a photographer outside, peering in, and he’s just photographed us. I sigh. I guess that one was our own fault for not being somewhere more private. I see the car—a limo—pull up at the curb and Nolan and I race to it, ducking the paparazzi. The camera flashes are blinding in the night, and I have so much sympathy for people who are way more famous than me who have to deal with this on a much larger scale.
I almost tumble into the car and Nolan is right behind. We collide on the seat, a tangle of limbs, and Nolan orders the driver home. He hits a button, and the divider slides into place. That’s all it takes for us to be on each other. Nolan unzips my gown and it’s just a puddle of blue satin on the floor. The bustier is next, and he yanks me into his lap, mouth devouring my breasts. He sucks them deeply into his mouth, pulling at them, and that pull drops straight to my pussy. One and then the other, he sucks on my breasts until I’m being driven mad with the sensation.
I pull his mouth away from me, kissing him. I love the taste of him, the brush of his lips on mine, the way it feels like he’s kissing me everywhere. My mind is split. I want to take my time, I want to savor every moment of this, every feeling. But my body has wanted this for three days now and it’s so close, so unbearably close that I just want him to fuck me. I fumble with the buckle on his pants, releasing his cock. It springs up, fully erect between us, and I stroke him with my hand. He’s already leaking, and I brush away the moisture with my thumb. I’m tempted to taste him again, and the look on Nolan’s face right now says not to try it. That can come later—no pun intended.
He pulls out his wallet, and he hands me the condom. I lock eyes with him as I take it, but I don’t open it. I continue to stroke him, watching the muscles in his jaw jump as I touch him. I love the way I can feel his cock pulse in my hand, I love the fact that he’s biting his lip as I touch him. Nolan groans as I reach the base of his cock, and I can feel myself getting wetter. This is too much. I have to taste him.
I sink down to my knees on the floor of the car before he can stop me, taking him into my mouth all at once, as far as I can until my mouth is full of him. Nolan swears loudly, and I love it. I love knowing what I do to him, that all this hardness is for me—because of me.
I reach out, cup his balls in my hand as I pull back on his cock. Swirling my tongue around his head I taste the salt of his cum, and my body reacts. Heat plunges straight down to my core, a surge of wetness in my pussy. God, even the way he tastes drives me mad. Sucking him hard, I bob my head along his shaft, fucking his cock with my mouth.
I glance up and see Nolan’s head is thrown back against the seat, eyes closed in ecstasy. If my mouth weren’t full of him, I’d smile. Bracing my hands on either side of him, I take a breath and push myself down onto his cock. I go as far as I can, until I feel the tip of him against the back of my throat. The sound he makes is so guttural and raw it makes me want to take him even further.
Slowly, I release him, taking another deep breath before driving myself onto him. His hand lands in my hair, and I like the way he guides my head up and down, showing me the pace he needs. I use the tip of my tongue to trace patterns along his shaft as I move, swirls and zig-sags, and when I pull back to the very tip I caress the underside of his head, feeling his cock jerk.
Nolan’s eyes fly open, and he looks down at me like he’s suddenly seeing me for the first time. He yanks the condom out of my hand, and he’s sliding it onto himself. I want him inside me so much, I may come from the anticipation. Reaching out, I undo his tie, unbutton his shirt. He struggles out of his jacket and I wiggle out of my panties. Then he’s yanking me onto his lap, and he’s against the entrance to my pussy and oh…
He’s so big. I’ve forgotten just how big, and my breath comes in pants as I sink down onto his length. I’m so wet that he slides in without much trouble, and I close my eyes. My body feels like it’s singing—yes, I missed this. Nolan’s hands are on my ass, and I start to move, rolling my hips, rising up and down the length of him. The feel of being stretched by his cock is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and sitting on him as I am it feels like he’s in me deeper than anyone else has ever been.
Nolan grunts, pulling me down onto his cock harder, faster, but it’s not enough. We don’t have enough leverage in this position for either of us to get what we truly want, and we both know it. Grabbing my waist, Nolan lays me down on the seat of the limo. The fabric of his clothes is strange against my bare skin, and the fact that I’m completely naked, and he isn’t, is only making me more aroused. I pull his mouth down to mine, kissing him. He starts to move, and I see a blinding flash of light.
Wow.
I don’t think I can say that I’ve ever actually seen fireworks before.
His movements are desperate and mine are too—my body careening towards orgasm. The way he’s plunging into me, deeper and deeper, each move touches that place deep inside that makes my breath go short and my pleasure explode. “Nolan,” I say his name to tell him I’m close, to tell him to keep fucking me, and because it’s the only coherent thought in my head. He thrusts into me again and I come, it’s hard and fast and completely overwhelming. I cry out, my voice filling up the car. It’s loud, and I’m absolutely sure that the driver can hear me and I don’t fucking care because it feels so goddamn good—fuck. Everything is color and light and sensation. Nolan is still inside me, pushing towards his own climax and extending mine. My body is limp with the pleasure of it all.
Nolan grunts, driving into me a final time as he comes. He yells too, and I know that we certainly put on a show.
Our faces are close together, and we’re both breathing hard. “That puts a whole new spin on doing it in the backseat,” I say, and Nolan laughs. His voice seems deeper than normal, sexier. His cock is still inside me, and I’m enjoying the sensation of lying together utterly entangled. I squeeze h
im inside, and he makes a sound that might be a growl. “I see you haven’t had enough yet.”
“It’s hard to have enough of that,” I say, still breathless.
He helps me right myself and put on my clothes. I can’t exactly walk from the car to his apartment naked. We pull up to his apartment and exit the car in the now predictable flash of cameras. Nolan’s arm is around my waist as we walk together and his lips are at my ear. “When we get upstairs, I’ll make sure you have more than enough. And I’ll make sure to take my time.”
I shudder at the raw promise in his words, and he laughs as I walk just a little faster.
15
Dani
The moment I wake up, I call Kelly. She drinks in the details of my adventure so far with the relish of a thirsty man in a desert. She sounds a little sad, but when I ask her about it she brushes it to the side. She makes me swear to text her any juicier details—other than the ones she can find online like the picture of Nolan and me kissing at the restaurant. I swear to her that I’ll do my best, dodging her questions about what he’s like in bed. I don’t care who I’m sleeping with, I’m not talking about the intimate details of my sex life.
Nolan kisses me before leaving for the office, promising that he’ll see me that afternoon, and I head off for a day of sightseeing with Sage. She takes me around the city, hitting the tourist high-points. Central Park, Times Square, the 9-11 Memorial, and what feels like countless other things. By the time we’ve finished for the day I’m exhausted again. Sage brings me back to the Coldwater Bank building—Nolan is still there and she has some work that she needs to catch up on. I don’t mind—I can imagine that being Nolan’s assistant comes with a lot of responsibility, and when you take two days off to ferry someone around the city, you’re going to get behind on things.