Chapter 16 Nicolas
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There was no better feeling in the world than being inside my wife bare. Those few moments I’d been inside her without a condom had been life changing.
When she’d told me she wasn’t on birth control, and I’d know she was unprotected, I almost came inside her right then and there. The idea of seeing her full of my seed, growing our child inside her—it was almost too much to resist.
I didn’t know where the thought came from. Maybe after seeing Robert with his pregnant wife, some part of my brain had short-circuited.
Or maybe deep down, it was because I knew that it would fulfill the requirements of my trust fund and allow me to have access to the rest of my inheritance. Still, I couldn’t put that on her.
I wouldn’t force her to make a decision like that—especially in a fake relationship.
So I pulled out, putting a condom on before sinking back inside my wife.
She was truly mesmerizing in that white sheer lace lingerie, and I couldn’t get enough. Part of me still couldn’t believe that she’d said yes to marrying me today, let alone going shopping for something for tonight.
“How are you feeling?” I asked my wife, whose only response was to hum, stretching out in our bed.
Picking her up, I carried her into the bathroom, running us a bath in the large tub. I’d seen her make eyes at it ever since we’d arrived, and I wanted to help her relax—especially since I planned to put my mouth on her later.
Helping her out of the lingerie, I pressed my lips to the parts where the fabric rubbed on her skin, praising her and worshipping her with my mouth.
I wanted to feel her come on my tongue, but that would come later.
I held her hand as I guided her into the warm water, sliding in behind her.
My body curled around hers, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt so close to another person before.
“This feels surreal,” I said against her ear.
She let out a contented sigh. “What does?” The words were a murmur, barely audible.
“Knowing we’re married and can do that whenever we want.” I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, so fucking glad we’d gotten rid of the no sex rule.
Zofia let out a small laugh. “You’re incorrigible, Nicolas Larsen.”
“You like it, Zofia Larsen.”
Her eyes fluttered as they met mine. “Say it again,” she whispered.
I pressed my lips to her neck. “Zofia Larsen.” I loved the sound of it, maybe a little too much. “Remind me why we haven’t been doing this every moment we could since June?”
She let her head fall back, resting on my shoulder, as I traced circles on her thighs. “Because you’re my boss, and I’m your assistant, and sleeping together would have made things way too complicated.”
“But marrying me didn't?”
“You know what I mean.”
I hummed. All I knew was I’d wanted her ever since I’d known her, and now she was finally mine. Her ass was pressed firmly against my cock, already perking up again at her proximity, but I tried to ignore that, letting myself treasure the moment.
“Why did you want to elope?” Zofia whispered.
How much could I tell her without revealing the full spectrum of my feelings? “I thought maybe this would be better. Less pressure on us.” I intertwined our fingers, bringing her hand up to my mouth, kissing over the ring I’d given her. “Was it okay?”
“It was perfect,” she admitted. “And you’re right. This was easier.”
“And now you’re all mine,” I answered, thanking the contract for giving me this. She let her eyes fall shut, not saying anything else, and I pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
Even if it was only for two years, I was going to savor every moment with her.
“Morning,” she murmured, her big brown eyes blinking up at me with an expression I couldn’t quite place.
“Morning, wife.” I kissed her forehead, soaking up every moment.
She yawned. “We have to go home today.”
Home. I liked the sound of that. Running my fingers through her hair, I enjoyed our last moment waking up together like this.
We’d spent the last two days of the conference wrapped up in each other, barely leaving the hotel room besides for the mandatory sessions and dinners we had to attend. It was the best work trip I’d ever been on.
“I don’t want to leave,” I admitted. “I enjoy being here, just the two of us.”
She smiled up at me. “Me too, Nic.”
Here, the rest of the world didn’t matter. Here, there was no one we we’d be faking for. No one to convince that this was real. And yet, somehow, it felt more real than anything else in my entire life.
Like all along, I’d been waiting for this.
This moment. This woman.
Kissing her softly, I pulled back. “Will you move in once we’re back?” I wasn’t sure why I felt so nervous, but I realized wanted her to want to live with me.
She gave a hesitant nod. “You really think Cooper will be okay with Duchess? Because my cat hates everyone but me.”
I laughed, thinking about my independent girl and how her cat was just like her.
“Yeah, baby. Cooper loves cats. And we can build her a little kitty paradise, too. It won’t just be my home, Zo.
It’ll be yours, too.” I pulled her into my arms, enjoying the feeling of her bare skin against mine, her nipples rubbing against my chest. “I don’t want you doubting that, or thinking I don’t want you there. ”
Zo rolled over, wrapping her arms around her pillow and baring her creamy, warm brown skin to me.
The sheets rested just above her ass, where I wanted to sink my teeth into her flesh.
Unaware of my filthy thoughts of taking her one more time before we left the bed, she nodded.
“Okay. I’ll move in this week.” Zo wrapped her arms around my shoulder. “It’s in the contract, anyway.”
I winced internally at the reminder, but she wasn’t wrong. “Alright. Time for breakfast, and then packing before we hit the airport.” I dropped a soft kiss on her lips before getting out of bed and heading towards the shower.
“Without me?” She called.
I laughed. “You know we’ll never leave the room if we shower together.”
She mumbled something under her breath, but she knew I wasn’t wrong. We were insatiable, and I was pretty sure it would only get worse once she was living under the same roof as me.
Would she share my bed after she moved in? Before this trip, I’d figured this marriage would be so in name only, but it was clear the attraction between us wasn’t going anywhere. I couldn’t deny the chemistry anymore, even if I wanted to.
I’d have to be insane to not want my wife.
It was a zero to one hundred shift in energy on the plane versus our flight to Vegas earlier in the week, and I was glad there was only a small crew on the plane; that way we wouldn’t be interrupted during the flight.
Zofia sat in the chair next to mine, my hand resting on her thigh, and when I looked over, I caught her biting her lip.
The romance book she was reading—one she’d probably planned to make a lot more progress on by the pool in Vegas, if only I’d been able to keep my hands off of her—was resting in her lap, completely ignored.
She’d dressed in her usual attire this morning—pencil skirt, white button up blouse, heels, with all her hair secured in a clip to the back of her head.
No matter what she wore, I was more attracted to her every single day.
By the time the plane was in the air and the captain turned off the fasten seatbelt light, Zofia stood from her seat, her book falling on the floor—forgotten.
“Zo.” My breath was rough as she kneeled in front of me. “What are you doing?”
Her eyelashes fluttered. “We didn’t get to play this morning, husband.”
“Here?” I sucked in a breath as she unzipped my pants in response.
Her hand slipped into my boxers and wrapped around my cock, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen a hotter sight. She closed her lips around the tip, sucking on it as she slid her hand up and down, moaning around my length as she felt me harden in her hand.
Her other hand dipped between her legs, and I knew they were playing with her pretty little pussy, her arousal dripping on her fingers.
“Oh, fuuuck,” I groaned, my hand cupping the back of her head.
I undid her clip, letting her curls spill down her shoulder as I slid my fingers into them, holding her in place as she licked down my shaft, coating it in her saliva.
“Such a good assistant, sucking your boss’s cock,” I said, the words spilling out of me before I could think better of it.
Her eyes were full of heat when she stopped and stood up in front of me, her fingers smoothing her curls. “You like that?” she asked, looking amused.
Wordlessly, I nodded, trying to wrap my hands around her waist to pull her back onto my lap, but she stopped me.
Zofia unbuttoned her top slowly, like she was giving me the best strip tease of my life, letting it fall to the ground before pushing off her skirt, too.
Then she was standing in front of me in only her pair of fuck me heels and lingerie.
The red bra and underwear were both lace, and my mouth was watering.
“Gorgeous. You’re going to be the death of me, baby.” I let out a groan as she stepped forward, hands making quick work of my tie and shirt. I loved how much she appreciated my abs—it made the time I spent staying in shape completely worth it.
She gave me a sly smile, taking a step forward, bringing her knee onto my lap as her hands slid up my bare chest and onto my shoulders.
“Naughty girl,” I said, reaching out to hold her waist as she slid onto my lap. My cock was pressed against her stomach as she ran her fingers through my hair, kissing her way down my chest.
“It’s my job to take care of you,” she started, her tongue flicking over my nipple, “as your assistant.”
This role-play was way too hot, and I imagined being back at the office, pushing her down over my desk and taking her right there. Letting my cum run down her thigh as she flittered about, so there was no doubt who she belonged to.
My cock was weeping at the thought, desperate to be inside of Zofia.
I gathered her hair into my fist, forcing her eyes to meet mine. “And as my wife.”
She moaned. “Yes.”
“Fuck, gorgeous. I need to be inside you.” Pushing her panties aside, I thrust two fingers into her, not surprised that she was soaking.
Her insides sucked me in as I scissored them, then pumped into her until she was whining, begging for more.
“Shhh,” I reminded her. “Be quiet, or the pilot will hear the boss fucking his assistant.”
Her body shuddered as I kept fucking her with my fingers until I felt them squeezing around me, wishing it was my length instead. Zo dropped her mouth to my shoulder, her sounds lessened as she sucked on my skin, sure to leave a mark.
I wanted her to, just like I had her ring on my finger. Fuck, I loved seeing it there. A surge of possession went through me, and I pulled a condom out of my wallet, pumping my cock twice before rolling it on and positioning myself at her entrance.
We’d run out of the ones I’d bought, and I’d had to buy a box from the hotel gift shop, because there was no way I was going to stop now that we’d given in to the heat once again.
My eyes caught hers, and she nodded. “Please, I need to feel you.”
There was no denying us this. Not when we were both this needy for each other. I pushed inside her, her insides easily accommodating the stretch of my size, especially thanks to the added lubrication of her climax.
“You feel so perfect,” I said, my eyes closing shut as she grasped my shoulders, both of us stilling as we luxuriated in the feeling.
Then we were both moving, rocking her back and forth on my length, punctuated by a roll of my hips up into her or her moan as I pressed against her cervix, wishing I could fill her with my cum.
If this marriage were real, I’d want nothing more than to put my baby inside her.
The feeling was only growing more and more desperate, and I knew I needed to be careful.
I couldn’t force something like that on her.
It was her body—her choice. Not mine. No matter how hot the idea of her knocked up with our baby was.
And fuck, what was wrong with me? I wasn’t sure I’d be a good father, let alone know if I really wanted kids.
Leaning forward, I sucked her breast into my mouth through the lace fabric, lavishing her nipples with attention as I alternated between the two before finally unhooking the bra, letting it fall on the floor.
I lost track of time with her in my lap, her nipples in my mouth, her cries spurring me on like music to my ears.
I’d made her come a second time from her breasts, and I could feel her growing close again.
Her climax hit the same time the captain came over the speaker. “We’re beginning our initial descent into Portland…”
Zo’s eyes met mine, and we both groaned as I followed right behind her, unable to hold back with the exquisite squeeze of her cunt around my cock. “Yes, baby,” I praised. “So fucking good for me.”
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she murmured as we pulled apart. She raised herself off of me, collecting all her clothes and pulling them back on. Still, her hair was mussed, and she looked like she’d just been fucked.
“So fucking hot,” I told her.
I got rid of the condom before tucking myself back into my pants, still half-hard and wanting to go again, and re-buttoned my shirt. We both buckled ourselves back into our seats, and when she looked over at me, we both burst out laughing.
“Best flight ever,” I responded before leaning over and pressing a kiss to her lips. “Definitely not one I’ll ever forget.”