“Is this more sex of the unprotected variety?” Nixie asked pointedly, trying to scare him into releasing her.
“Absolutely,” he groaned, seemingly enjoying the mere thought of it.
Okay. Not the reaction she’d been expecting. She looked up into those gorgeous blue eyes and felt herself relenting, could feel her good intentions slipping away. “It’s a nice thought, but…” She paused with a soft hiss as he rubbed his thigh against her. “I don’t think it’s possible for you to be ready again so soon. Surely, it will take…a while…” She trailed off as he pulled her fully against him so she could feel that he was indeed physically capable of pleasuring her at that very moment.
“I don’t think I’ll have any trouble rising to the occasion,” Nick said wickedly. He put a special emphasis on the word ‘rising’ that had her knees shaking with the promise that was left unspoken on the air.
“Oh…well…” Nixie managed to get out between the soft kisses he was giving her. “I suppose…” She never got to finish her sentence.
Nick covered her mouth with his, drowning out any protests she might have. His hand grabbed her thigh and in one smooth motion he wrapped it around his waist, sliding inside of her.
Nixie let out a shaky moan and wrapped her arms around his back to keep herself from sliding to the floor.
As she fought to not make embarrassing yelps, Nick pulled her flat against his body then pressed her back into the cold tile wall.
She gave a gasp at the chill it left against her skin, but quickly forgot all about the wall as Nick began thrusting inside of her. “You…” she whimpered. She lost all train of thought, any sense of where she’d been going with that sentence as he nipped at her throat.
Nick moved inside of her, his breath coming out in short gasps. “This is what sex is supposed to be like,” he breathed against her ear.
“Uh-huh.” Nixie panted, moving her body in time with his. He’d taken the words right out of her mouth. Being with Nick was like nothing she’d ever experienced. It was something she’d never even thought was possible. It made her think that everyone before him had been doing it wrong. Very, very wrong.
With each thrust, with each stroke of his body inside of hers, Nixie felt herself getting closer and closer. She was trying to hold back, trying to enjoy what could possibly be the best sex she’d ever experienced in her life, but it was impossible. Instead, she just gave in to what her body wanted. She dug her nails into his back and let orgasm wash over her in a wave of pleasure.
* * *
Nick was concentrating on the noises Nixie was making. Each time he shifted or moved, he’d pull another soft cry from her throat. He was so caught up in just listening to her enjoyment that her orgasm blindsided him.
He hadn’t been prepared for it. He was close enough himself that the sudden way her body tightened around him threw him over the edge before he’d been expecting it. With a groan, he gripped tightly to her hips as he finished.
A minute later, he was panting out each breath and his legs felt like Jell-O. Unable to even move, he simply leaned his head down onto her shoulder, letting the warm water stream down his back.
Though it was tempting, he knew he couldn’t stay like this all day. He had a meeting at the refinery at eleven. He had enough time to eat breakfast, get dressed, and be out the door. “I have a meeting in a couple of hours,” he started.
She tensed in his arms. Before he could even finish his sentence, she untangled herself from his arms and pulled away from him, her eyes looking everywhere but at his face. “Oh…I understand,” she said softly, but her voice begged to differ.
Nick wrapped his arm around her waist and tilted her chin up with a finger, forcing her to look at him. “I want you to have breakfast with me before I have to leave.” He gave her a reassuring half grin. “I also want you to leave your number so I can call you when I get a free moment.”
Gray eyes searched his and he couldn’t help but notice the hopeful expression on her face. “You’re not just saying that, are you? It would be extremely rude… If you don’t plan on calling, I’d rather you say so now.”
Something about her boldness was refreshing to him. “I wholeheartedly have every intention of calling you. I just have to go to this meeting. If I don’t, the workers will start to talk. I’ll end up in the tabloids as the worst boss in all of history. I’ll lose my status as most eligible bachelor.” He teased her with a playful grin. “That means I’d stop having evenings like last night.”
Nixie couldn’t help but laugh. “You poor baby.”
He leaned down and brushed his lips against her. “I know.” He kissed her again, his lips lingering against hers. “You don’t want the tabloids saying such bad things about me, do you?”
“Of course not,” she agreed playfully. “Lord knows you don’t have a billion dollars and more money than you’d ever need to buy such tabloids and fire anyone who had the nerve to trash you.”
“Hmm…I think you’re on to something.” He wrapped her in a big, fluffy towel. “Maybe I can afford to skip out on my meeting.”
Nixie rolled her eyes at him as she stepped out of the shower.
He immediately noticed the uncomfortable look on her face and raised an eyebrow in question as he wrapped a towel around his waist.
“Um…clothes…”
Nick nodded toward the bedroom. “I’ll lay something out on the bed for you.” He then motioned toward the sink. “I already put out a toothbrush. When you’re ready, just meet me in the dining room, okay?”
She nodded, glancing suspiciously at the counter as if she didn’t trust he’d done something as kind as leave a toothbrush out for her.
While she was busy eying the toothbrush, which in his defense was still in its original packaging, he picked up the necklace that had brought them together. He let it dangle off the end of his finger until her gaze slid to it.
Her eyes narrowed and he knew she was waiting for some sort of accusation. Instead, he simply said. “Turn around so I can put it on for you.”
“Why?” she asked in confusion.
“Because I want you to have it,” he said simply. When she didn’t move, he gave a sigh and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to turn around. Unclasping the latch, he lifted it around her neck.
“But…” she stammered. “It’s yours. I brought it all the way here to give it to you. I broke into your house so that you could have it. It was for your sister.”
He waved off her protests. “The sight of this necklace will forever remind me of the acts committed while you wore nothing but said piece of jewelry. I do not wish to think upon such deeds every time I see my sister wearing it.”
“Oh,” she said, understanding where he was going with that. It really wouldn’t do to give your sister a gift that you saw another woman wear while having sex. There was something completely wrong about that.
He finally got it fastened securely around her neck. With a little sound of triumph, he spun her back around to face him. “Besides, I think it will look much nicer on you. I want you to have it.”
“Nick…I…” She fingered the locket, fingernails covered in orange polish grazing the gold chain. “It’s too… I couldn’t possibly…”
“No arguing. It’s yours.” He put his hands on his hips, staring down at her. “Now… I’ve only got so much time. Instead of thinking up some lame excuse as to why you can’t keep the necklace, why don’t you get ready and meet me downstairs?” He turned on his heels, preparing to leave her in privacy, when her voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Nick…” she said softly.
He spun back around to look at her.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice the most sincere thing he’d ever heard in his life.
“No,” he replied in almost a whisper. “Thank you.” Turning back to the doorway, he left, a happy smile plastered on his face that he couldn’t seem to get rid of no matter how hard he tried.
Chapter Four
Nick turned around to look at her with a crooked grin. “Hey, now. Why are you taking a stab at my cooking skills before you’ve even eaten?”
Nixie made her way over to him and Nick watched her every move, eyeing her outfit closely. She was wearing one of his button-down dress shirts. It was long enough to reach mid-thigh, keeping her relatively covered, but the knowledge that she wore nothing underneath and they both knew it had her slightly breathless.
Nixie gave him a brilliant smile and leaned against the counter. “Well, your first mistake was making bacon with your robe hanging open.” She ran her fingers along his chest, slipping them underneath the gaping fabric. “You’re lucky you didn’t sizzle your chest off.”
“I figured it was worth it to get you to feel all over me for injuries.”
She pushed away from him with a laugh. “Just feed me already.” She walked over to the giant kitchen table and slumped into one of the chairs with a yawn.
Less than a minute later, he was setting a plate full of food in front of her.
Without a word, she started eating, feeling quite relieved to have an excuse not to talk. She was at a total loss of what to say to him. Last night, not to mention this morning, had been amazing, but it wasn’t exactly breakfast table conversation material. Thanks for the mind-numbing sex. I’ve never been fucked that well in my life. Yeah. Not exactly appropriate at the moment. So instead of speaking, when he sat a tall glass of juice in front of her, she brought it to her lips and took a large gulp.
Nick slid into the chair across from her and watched in silence as she scarfed down her breakfast. Leaning back in his chair, he picked at a piece of bacon. “Hungry?” he asked in amusement.
“Famished,” she said around her drink.
Nick’s eyes crinkled in laughter as he watched her. Shaking his head, he chewed on his strip of bacon. “I’ve arranged for a cab to pick you up shortly,” he said conversationally. “It’s already been paid for, so don’t worry about the fee.” Thoughtfully, he added, “Hopefully your clothes will be done before it gets here.”
“Eh,” Nixie said, waving his comment off. “I enjoy giving cabbies cheap thrills.”
Nick coughed around his juice. He pounded his fist against his chest, trying to clear his windpipe. “I…I, uh, see.” It took him a moment to recognize the teasing expression on her face. Quickly recovering, he added, “Well, I must object. I think you’ve given enough cheap thrills for one day.”
Nixie raised her eyebrows at him, pretending to be offended.
“Besides,” Nick continued, completely ignoring the expression, “you know what an overprivileged, spoiled rich boy I am. I don’t like sharing and I refuse to.”
Her lip quirked. “What are you going to do, lock me away so no one else can have me?”
“If I must,” Nick said in mock seriousness. “If it wasn’t for this damn meeting, I’d already have you locked up in my highest tower where I would repeatedly take liberties at my slightest whim.”
Nixie laughed in delight as she bit into a piece of sausage. “You live in a castle now, do you?” She swallowed before adding. “You well-to-do people and your showboating.” Taking another nibble, she added, “Speaking of your meeting…I would like to bring up a very important issue. My mother would kill me if I didn’t.”
* * *
Nick stared at her in surprise, a link of sausage frozen halfway to his mouth. She wanted to discuss his work? Work had always been a taboo area with Sarah. Nothing had put her to sleep quicker than a topic that hadn’t involved her. “Go ahead,” he encouraged.
“You need to stop killing dolphins,” Nixie said very seriously. “Every time we see one of those oil spill stories on the news, my mother practically has a stroke. Sure, we need oil, but we need dolphins, too.”
Nick stared at her for a moment, trying to decide if she was screwing with him or if she was in fact serious. After a full minute of her looking at him very earnestly, he burst out laughing.
Nixie’s mouth curved into the prettiest frown he’d ever seen in his life.
Not wanting her to get too upset with him, Nick gave her an apologetic look, trying to stop his laughter. When he finally managed to get it under control, he said, “Nix, darling, we are in central Texas, not on the coast. I promise you, I’ve never killed any dolphins.”
Nick climbed to his feet and took their empty plates to the sink. On his return to the table, he noticed her cheeks were lit with an adorable blush. Stopping in front of her chair, he leaned down and kissed each one of them in turn before putting his mouth inches from hers. “Though I find it very noble of you to stand up for the dolphins.”
“Someone has to,” she whispered, her breath hot against his lips.
Before she could say anything else, Nick crushed his mouth against her. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to her feet, never breaking contact. “Something…about you…just…drives me crazy.” He spoke between kisses. “You…are just…so…honest…and good.”
“You’re good, too,” she mumbled into his mouth. “Very, very good.”
Nick gripped her hips, lifted her onto the kitchen table, and stepped in between her legs. He growled in pleasure as her hands, which had somehow gotten inside his robe, traveled up his back, gripping at his shoulder blades. He pressed his body fully against hers, contemplating lowering her to the table and making love to her right there.
“Nicholas!” a voice cried in admonition. “Not at the table.”
Nick slid slowly away from Nixie and let his gaze move to his housekeeper Hula. “As you wish,” he said lazily and backed away from Nixie.
Nixie squeaked and hopped off the table, hiding behind him. She gripped at the sleeve of his robe with both of her hands, and he could sense that she was completely mortified at being caught making out on a kitchen table.
“There is a cab outside,” Hula continued in a slight Mexican accent. “I’d assume it is for your lady friend.”
Nick nodded. “Yes.” His eyes shifted to Hula’s hands. “You have her clothes?”
Hula held them out silently, a reproachful look on her face.
Nick took them and wasn’t surprised when they were snatched out of his hands by Nixie. He gave Hula a brief nod. “Thank you for informing us about the cab.” He gave her a pointed look, silently telling her to leave.
Fumbling around behind him, Nixie stumbled into her skirt. She tripped and banged her hip against the table, effectively spilling his glass of juice.
Hula watched in agitation as the orange liquid trailed a path along the wooden surface and began trickling off the edge to the floor. “Wonderful,” she grumbled, but swept out of the room, leaving them in peace.
“Shit,” Nixie hissed. “Shit, shit, shit.”
Nick grabbed her arm to steady her when she almost toppled over her chair. “It is just juice. I will have Hula attend to it in a moment.”
“Well, that’s not fair,” she argued. “I was the one to spill it, and…”
Nick silenced her with a kiss. “Darling, my meeting is quickly approaching and I have yet to get dressed. Leave the juice.”
Nixie nodded. “Okay.” She gave it one last weary look before looking down at the shirt of Nick’s that she was wearing. She glanced warily at the kitchen door then at the shirt she’d worn the previous night.
Nick straightened the collar of the dress shirt she was wearing. “Just wear this home.” He planted her with another quick kiss. “You can return it later.” Spinning her around, he practically shoved her out the front door.
Nixie stumbled on the porch, struggling into her shoes as she exited the front door. She got halfway down the steps before hollering up to him. “Call me, okay?”
Nick crossed his arms o
ver his chest, his mouth curving into a grin. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
Nixie staggered and nearly fell the rest of the way down the stairs. “What? Why?” Her gray eyes had widened in horror.
Nick’s grin broadened. “Because you didn’t leave me your number.” His words were a gentle reminder.
“Oh…oh!” Spinning on her heels, Nixie rushed back up the steps.
As soon as she got to him, Nick pulled her into his chest and kissed her greedily. “I miss you already,” he teased.
Nixie moaned and opened her mouth to him, letting his tongue dance along hers. After a moment of pure pleasure, she whispered, “Do you have a pen?”
Nick had nearly forgotten the reason for her return. “Yeah,” he said, pulling regretfully away. He reentered the kitchen and grabbed a ballpoint from the counter. Once back outside, he handed it over to her.
Nixie grinned up at him. “Paper?”
“Shit,” Nick grumbled, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t think of that.”
He spun to leave, but Nixie grabbed his hand and straightened it out. Uncapping the pen with her teeth, she scribbled her number on his palm before handing the pen back.
Nick smiled. “Now I can think of you all meeting long.”
Nixie looked up at him through thick, dark lashes. “Exactly.” Leaning up, she brushed her lips against his.
Nick grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled her against him, trapping her against his body with his long arms. He deepened the kiss, nibbling at her lower lip, his teeth grazing her skin.
A horn blared loudly and Nick pulled back far enough to see the impatient gesture from the cab driver. “As if he’s not getting paid,” he grumbled.
Nixie smiled against his lips. “You’ve got to get to your meeting anyway.” She turned and went to run down the steps when Nick spun her around and yanked her back to his chest.
He lowered his mouth hungrily to hers for one last kiss. “I’ll call you the first opportunity I get,” he promised before releasing her. Nick watched longingly as she rushed down the steps and practically ran to the cab.
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