30. Nicholas
Chapter thirty
Nicholas
I ’m addicted.
It’s not something I’ve dealt with before. I like control—need it. The first time I tried a cigarette, I hated it, put it out before I even got halfway through. I’ve never been the type to get drunk or let a glass of whiskey become a habit. I’ve never even touched drugs. I’ve always thought addiction was for people who didn’t have control.
Until I met her.
The woman sitting beside me has me so far gone, I don’t even care if I look desperate. I probably do.
Her taste is burned into my memory.
Her scent is all over me, in my head, in the car, everywhere .
The shape of her lips.
The deep sage shade of her eyes.
Every part of her has me completely under her spell.
I haven’t stopped touching her since the moment we stepped off the jet. I can’t. Waiting isn’t happening. Not with her. Not tonight.
Amara’s hands grip my shirt, pulling me closer as I kiss her like I’m starving for her—because I am—and it’s still not enough. I slide my tongue along the seam of her lips, and she opens for me, a soft, breathy sound escaping her that goes straight to my cock.
My hand moves, finding her thigh, bare and warm under my palm. Her gasp breaks the kiss, but only for a second. “We’re almost home,” she whispers, her voice shaky, her body betraying her as her legs shift, inviting me closer.
“I’m impatient.”
My hand fists the hem of her dress, pulling it up. Her skin is soft under my fingertips, and I’m already picturing what’s underneath when the car jolts to a stop.
Her whole body goes stiff, her head whipping toward the front where the driver clears his throat. “We’re here.”
“Perfect fucking timing,” I mutter, leaning back, my hands reluctantly falling away.
She pushes at my chest, her cheeks flushed, but I catch the look in her eyes, the same need that’s burning me alive.
I lean in, my lips brushing her ear. “This isn’t over.”
She shivers against me as the driver opens the door, and I step out, adjusting my jacket before turning back to help her out of the car. My hand finds hers, pulling her close the second she’s out. Arousal swims in her eyes, and I let out a groan, tearing my eyes off her.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I warn as I guide her toward the entrance.
“Like what?” she teases, her lips twitching as she walks ahead of me.
The doorman nods as we walk past, but I pay him no mind. All I can focus on is her. The sway of her hips, the teasing glance she throws over her shoulder as if she’s daring me to lose control right here.
The lobby is quiet as we head toward the private elevator, and I slide my keycard into the panel, the doors opening a second later.
She steps inside first, her fingers brushing mine, a fleeting touch that sets my nerves on edge. I follow, pressing the button for the top floor, and the moment the doors slide shut, I lose what little restraint I had left.
I have her against the wall in a heartbeat, my mouth crashing against hers. She sighs into the kiss, her arms looping around my neck like she’s been waiting for this just as much as I have.
“You drive me insane,” I murmur against her lips, my hand sliding down to grip her waist.
“You’re insatiable,” she teases.
I groan, my forehead dropping to hers. “Baby, I haven’t felt your pussy around my cock in days. The bed at your grandma’s house squeaked like crazy. I didn’t want to give her a heart attack, and you know you wouldn’t have been able to keep quiet.”
Her laugh is light, but her cheeks flush as her fingers tangle in my hair. “I can be quiet.”
“Liar.” My lips trail down her neck as the elevator dings, and I reluctantly pull away, grabbing her hand to tug her toward the door.
The penthouse is dark when we step inside, the city lights pouring through the windows as I tower over her, my eyes darkening with everything I don’t need to say.
She takes a step back, a grin playing on her lips, but I don’t let her get far. I catch her, pressing her against the nearest wall, and crash my lips against hers.
Desperate. Needy. Starving for her.
Lifting her up in my arms, I carry her to our bedroom, her arms finding their way around my neck. I kick the door open and flick the lights on, wanting to see every inch of her.
“I’ve been waiting all night for this. All weekend. My lips graze her neck, my hands already sliding down her sides, gripping her waist. “I need you.”
She lets out a soft whimper, her body melting into mine, but then she shakes her head, her voice small, almost apologetic. “I need a shower first.”
I groan, my forehead dropping to hers as I drop her on her feet. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”
“I’ve been in a plane all day,” she sighs, her hands resting on my chest. “I just need to get under the hot water for a minute.”
I exhale sharply, my jaw clenching as I fight the mental image already forming. “You’re trying to kill me,” I rasp out. “Picturing you in that shower, naked, wet, alone…”
Her lips twitch, that teasing glint back in her eyes. “Then maybe you should join me.”
My head snaps up, my eyes narrowing as her words sink in. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“Am I?” she whispers, stepping away, her fingers trailing down my arm before she disappears into the bathroom.
For a second, I just stand there, breathing hard, trying to collect myself. But then I hear the sound of the water turning on, steam curling out from under the door.
I’m already pulling off my tie as I follow her, the door swinging open to reveal her standing by the glass, the straps of her dress sliding off her shoulders, exposing bare skin that has me cursing under my breath.
“Get in, or stay out there,” she challenges over her shoulder.
There’s no chance in hell I’m staying out here.
I’m in that bathroom a second later, slamming the door behind me. I don’t even give her time to breathe before I’m turning her around, pinning her back against the glass shower door, my mouth claiming hers.
Every inch of her feels like fire under my fingertips, and I can’t get enough. Her hands move to the buttons of my shirt, tugging at the fabric with impatience, and I lift her hands away, pinning them above her head.
“You can tease me all you want,” I murmur, my voice dark, “but don’t forget who’s in control here.”
I feel her shiver, her body reacting to mine with no hesitation. Her breath hitches, and she meets my gaze, her eyes softening in submission. “Yes, sir,” she breathes, the sound sending a rush of heat through me.
I pull her dress over her head, exposing her to me completely, taking in the curve of her body, the way her full breasts sit so perfectly in my hands. I want to devour every inch of her, but first, I want to see her unravel for me.
“You’re a little impatient,” she gasps out when her dress falls to the ground.
“You have no idea,” I murmur, my hands trailing up her sides, grazing over her belly, feeling the heat of her skin under my fingertips. “So beautiful,” I whisper, pressing my lips to the hollow of her neck, feeling her pulse beneath my lips.
Her eyes never leave mine as she reaches behind her, unhooking her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
I pull off my shirt, throwing it aside, my eyes locked on her. “Don’t stop,” I mutter as I unbutton my pants. She’s already ahead of me, pushing her panties down her legs, stepping out of them. I can’t help but drag my eyes over every inch of her gorgeous naked body.
As I slip out of my pants, she steps into the shower, the water cascading down her body, and I follow her, stepping behind her, and pulling the glass door closed.
I take her mouth in a kiss, deep and slow, and as the water pours down on us, I forget everything else. There’s no past, no future. There’s only this moment, only her.
She lets out a needy moan when my hands land on her ass with a sharp slap. “That’s for making me wait,” I murmur against her neck, my grip tightening on her hips.
“Please,” she moans, her fingers getting lost in my hair as the water cascades over us.
“Please what? Tell me what you want,” I demand against her lips. “I want to hear you say it.”
“You,” she whispers, our bodies naked and grinding against each other. God, she feels so good against me. Soft, warm, and all fucking mine.
“Where do you want me?” I coax, wanting to hear the dirty words from her lips.
Her head tips back when I part her legs with my knee, and fit it between her legs, positioned so she can grind her sweet little clit against me.
“I want… Oh god .”
“Not God. Nicholas , baby. We’ve been over this.”
Grinding her pussy against my leg, she moans, her eyes fluttering. “I want… your mouth.”
“On where?” I ask, feeling her arousal drench my leg as she grips onto me, the orgasm cresting inside of her.
“On my…” Tugging her bottom lip between her teeth, she sucks in a breath when I press my knee harder against her clit.
“Where, Amara?” I say, firmly.
Her eyes open, glancing up at me with those cute innocent eyes as she grinds her cunt on my leg. “On my pussy,” she says, making my breath hitch. “I want your mouth on my pussy.”
A satisfied groan leaves me. “Such a good girl for me. You know I love when you use your words.”
My lips trail down her neck, finding her breasts, my tongue swirling around her tight, pink nipples. A desperate groan grits from my throat when she moans, breathless and quick and utterly delicious. “You’re so fucking responsive. Every touch, every kiss, makes you quiver.”
My hands clutch her wide hips, exploring her body, feeling every inch beneath my touch. She deserves to be praised, worshipped .
When she moans again, her fingers tightening in my hair, I break out into a grin as I kiss down her body, pressing my lips to her soft stomach.
Her legs start to shift as she squirms under my touch, desperate for me. But instead of giving in, I let my lips graze against her pussy so softly, she whines.
I take my time with her. She’s not just a woman to me, she’s my fucking woman, my fiancée, and I want her to feel that with every kiss, every flick of my tongue, every second of the sweet torture I’m giving her.
“Patience, baby,” I murmur, my lips brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “You’ll get exactly what you need… but only when I’m ready to give it to you.”
Her whimper is soft, her hips bucking, seeking more contact. She’s coming undone already, and I haven’t even touched her where she wants me most.
My hands slide down her thighs, spreading her open, and the sight of her—glistening, pink and perfect—makes my cock throb painfully. But this isn’t about me. It’s about her, about showing her exactly how I want to please her.
The first flick of my tongue draws a sharp gasp from her lips. Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me closer, and I give in, groaning against her as I take my time tasting her. Her hips grind against my mouth, every moan, every shudder telling me exactly what she needs.
“That’s it, Amara,” I rasp between strokes, my voice thick and needy. “Let me hear you. Let me feel how much you want this.”
She’s falling apart under me, her moans turning to broken cries, her body writhing as I lick her sweet pussy. When I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, she clenches around me, her fingers clutching the strands of my hair so tight I feel pain.
“Nicholas,” she gasps, her nails digging into my scalp. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I grin against her, quickening my pace, my tongue working in perfect rhythm with my fingers. Her cries grow louder, and when she finally breaks, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Her orgasm crashes over her, her breath catching as she moans my name over and over like a prayer. I don’t stop until she’s completely spent, until her legs are shaking and her grip on my hair loosens.
When I finally pull away, she looks at me through heavy-lidded eyes, her chest heaving, her lips parted.
“You were so incredible, honey,” I say, lifting onto my feet as I brush her hair back from her damp forehead. “And I’m not even close to being done with you.”
She smiles, lazy and sated, but the fire in her gaze tells me she’s ready for more.
And so am I.
“Open your mouth,” I demand, my voice rough.
She obeys without hesitation, her lips parting, and her tongue sticking out for me. Tilting her head back I look down at those wide, innocent eyes and spit on her waiting tongue. My cock aches when she moans, soft and breathy. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
“See how sweet your cunt tastes, baby?” I rasp, my thumb tracing her jaw before I pull her in for another kiss, my tongue tangling with hers. Her body arches, silently begging for more.
Pulling back, I grip her chin, forcing her gaze to meet mine. “Turn around,” I order.
She moves instantly, turning around as she places her hands flat on the shower glass. My hands glide over her wide hips, marveling at how beautifully she fills my palms. I can’t stop myself from squeezing, my fingers digging into her softness like she was made to fit my hands.
Dragging the tip of my cock along her slick heat, I tease her, reveling in the way she quivers. “You’re dripping for me,” I murmur, my voice a mix of awe and hunger. “You want this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her voice shaking. “I always want you.”
Her words drive me wild, and I can’t resist her any longer, gripping her hips tighter as I thrust forward, groaning as her body takes me, inch by inch. She’s wet and warm and so tight that I almost lose it right here.
“Fuck, Amara,” I grit out, my fingers digging into her skin. “You feel like heaven.”
Her moan is pure music to my ears, and I start to move, pulling out slowly before driving back in. Each thrust draws another sound from her lips. Soft gasps, breathless cries, desperate whimpers that make my cock twitch inside of her.
Leaning forward, I press my chest against her back, my hands sliding around to her stomach. A groan leaves me as my fingers splay across her, loving the feel of her body beneath my palms.
Beautiful whimpers escape her as my hand drifts lower, finding her clit. My fingers circle it in time with my thrusts, and her body jolts, her cries growing louder, rawer. “You’re desperate for my cock to fill this tight cunt, aren’t you, honey?” I murmur, quickening my pace. “I can feel every inch of your pussy squeezing me, gripping my cock inside of you.” She lets out a sweet little cry at my words, her tits pressing against the glass as I fuck her hard, relentless, wanting to bury myself inside this woman until the end of my days. “Let go, Amara. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
The way she tightens around me pushes me over the edge, the orgasm crashing into me hard and fast. “ Fuck .” I bury myself deep inside her, my hips stuttering as I spill into her tight heat.
For a moment, all I can do is hold her, my forehead pressed against her shoulder, my breaths heavy in her ear. I don’t pull out, don’t let go—I can’t.
The thought of impregnating her flashes in my mind as I thrust my cock deeper, filling her with every drop of my cum. Her body full and round with my child, the ultimate proof that she’s mine, consumes my mind.
But I force the thought away as I press a kiss to her damp shoulder. That won’t ever happen. This thing between Amara and I will be over in less than two months. This is strictly business. Nothing more.
I pull out of her, groaning when my cum drips out of her pussy, and pull her into my arms, turning her so I can look into her eyes. She doesn’t see the turmoil flashing through my mind, and I don’t let it show.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You did so well for me, baby.”
Her smile is soft, sleepy, and sated, and I press my lips to her forehead, holding her closer as my chest tightens with things I can’t afford to want.