Chapter 18
Eighteen
Nicholas
T ending to another person is a foreign experience for me. Despite making it clear that she’s not mine, her body melts under my touch. As I suspected it would. I kiss the hollow of her neck. Her skin warm, soft and tender. Maeve’s gentle nature is something I haven’t had much experience being around. She’s managed to penetrate my dark heart. The most confusing thing in all of this is how a woman so charming and beautiful had to make a deal with the likes of me to be someone’s “only desire.” That douche downstairs cheated on her and she hasn’t healed from that betrayal. Time to do my final good deed for Miss Goodman. Tonight, I will erase any doubt of how fucking desirable she is.
There’s also my own selfish reason for what’s about to happen. I want to get under her skin as much as she’s gotten under mine. Her body is affected by me, but I want more. It’s not fair that I should be the only one suffering the long-term effects once the weekend is over. She’s not going to walk away like I was nothing. No. I want my name to be on her lips every time she touches herself. Every time a man touches her, every time she takes a lover, every fucking time she is aroused. I want her to be left wanting because none of them can compare to this weekend in Vegas with me.
I take my time lathering soap on her skin. My hands glide along every dip and curve of her. Some of the suds have settled, giving me glimpses of her nude body. She dips her head back to wet her hair so I can wash it next. Rose petals float along the surface, a few sticking to the skin that’s barely peeking out of the water.
“What do you do for a living?” I ask her.
She’s quiet and I worry she won’t answer. It’s not like I can’t find out within minutes. I have the resources to learn anything I want about her. But I want her to tell me.
“Public Relations. I work with a PR company. I love it. We do everything from events, personal, small-business, corporate, and non-profit.”
Shampoo covers my hands as I begin to massage her scalp. Her sweet little breathy sigh has my cock hardening. I guide her head back to rinse. Then I apply conditioner.
“Is that what you’ve always wanted to do?”
That earns me a little chuckle. “No. I guess I kind of fell into it. I started out as a wedding planner, and somehow it evolved to other events and then I got recruited to work for this company.”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Are you making small talk?” I can hear the smile in her voice. Fuck. I am. This is a strange night. Lots of firsts.
“Just answer the question.”
“Alright, bossy. It happens to be red.”
“We really do have so much in common.”
She releases the sweetest giggles. My chest tightens. This woman keeps triggering weird emotions in me. A part of me craves more while the other half is warning me she’s bad for my health. I’m not thinking. I’m not worrying about business, enemies, or anything except her. I pull the drain and rinse her again with the portable shower head.
I’m in no hurry to rush this moment. I adjust the pressure on the nozzle and guide it along her scalp. Then down her chest, paying extra attention to her nipples. I follow a line between her breasts down to her navel and then to her dusting of curls.
“Spread.” My voice comes out hoarse.
I run the water pressure along her seam. Her knees wobble and almost give out, but she quickly places her wet palms on my shoulders, water seeping through my shirt. Her hardened nipples are eye level with me. Those pink little points begging for my teeth. The gasp she releases as I take one in my mouth has my cock straining against my pants. When I pull away, her nipple has angry red teeth marks. Before she leaves me, I’ll have her flawless skin full of little souvenirs.
Her phone rings off in the distance. “That’s probably – ah.”
I bite down hard on her other nipple and then suck the wounded flesh. I release her nipple with a loud pop from my lips. “Don’t you dare speak anyone else’s name.”
“It’s not – ah – it’s not like I’m calling out their name.”
I twist the nozzle to add more pressure. “Only my name.”
If she doesn’t want another person to die tonight, she’d better not speak another name while she’s about to come. She shouldn’t even be able to register that the phone is ringing. I need to up my game. I want her fucking delirious and solely focused on me and what I’m doing to her.
Maeve shivers, but I’m not sure if it’s from the air hitting her wet skin or the building orgasm. “I can’t take any more.” She pants. I ignore her pleas and add two fingers between her legs. “Nicholas. Ni – Nicky.”
I toss the shower head aside, sending water everywhere, and I shove my face between her legs. Her orgasm will not be wasted and washed away; I want every last drop to be in my mouth.
Maeve slowly comes down from her high, only to kick me out of the bathroom so she can shower instead of having non-stop orgasms. She’s a strange one, but I’m learning that’s part of her charm. I’m desperate to get my hands back on her. I open the door to find her drying the water droplets from her body.
I jerk the towel from her body. “No need for this.”
My tongue darts out to a tiny drop of water. I flick it with my tongue and then travel up and lick dry the little trail it left behind on her shoulder. “I’m going to lick every single drop off of you.”
“It might take you a while to lick me dry.” She snorts.
“I have time.”
“My legs are going to get tired standing here.”
“Fine.” I maneuver around her body getting a few more. I’m lapping at her like a man dying of thirst. “I want you on the piano,” I say against her skin.
“The piano,” she breathes.
I place a bruising kiss on her lips as I guide her backward out of the bathroom toward the open area with the piano. We both fight for dominance in our kiss, our tongues waging war with one another. My fingers tangle in her hair. I yank her head back to see her face. I have to know what she’s feeling right now in this moment. She stares at me wide-eyed – but I see it. The same desire I feel blazes in her eyes.
Once I’m undressed, I spin her around and place a hand between her shoulders, pinning her to the lacquered piano top. A scream rips from her throat as I thrust myself to the hilt in one swift movement.
“I’m going to fuck you hard. Do you want that?”
She whimpers and I take that as my invitation to continue. Her hands reach out and cling to the piano, but they only slide on the sleek surface. I need to see her face. I want her eyes on me before she loses herself. Our bodies jostle the keys as I shove her down and power into her again. We both groan as I prop my foot up on the black bench, allowing me to go deeper.
“More. Don’t stop. Please.”
“You beg so well. Shit, you’re dripping down to my balls.” I pull back long enough to coat two fingers in her juices. Shoving those fingers between her lips, I hiss, “Suck. Taste yourself. Taste how fucking sweet you are.”
She does as she’s told, wrapping her tongue around my fingers inside her mouth. This woman has an innocence mixed with sass and confidence. She’s so attuned to her body. Openly giving herself over to pleasure, to me.
I gently nip her neck before I shove her forward on the piano. I grip her hip with one hand, and I reach around using my now wet fingers to rub that delicious little clit. Her pussy clenches around my dick. I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life because of this woman.
Her body arches, and she squeezes me even tighter. I struggle with great effort to last and not come yet. Sweat begins to bead around my temples. Fuck. Her pussy convulses around my dick. If she keeps squeezing me like this I’m not going to last. But then I feel her body relax as hot wetness coats my dick. That’s it. I don’t hold back. My orgasm hits me with a violent force. I think my soul just left my body. I didn’t even know I had one.
I bury my face in her neck. I’m not ready to meet her eyes because I’m not sure what she’ll see. I’ve never come so hard and fast. This was the first time ever my control faltered. Tomorrow she’s leaving. This is business, and I would do fucking well to remember that.
Slowly, I pull away. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
I’m not sure what to do. I’ve never dealt with after the fact, but it feels like I should do something. A lot of firsts this weekend for me. All with Maeve.
After I take her back to the bathroom and use a warm cloth to clean her, I give her one of my shirts. I feed Maeve strawberries and chocolates in bed. We laugh and cuddle. I even endure a ridiculous romcom or whatever that shit was. Maeve eventually falls asleep in my arms, snoring softly. Little does she know, this is the first time I’ve allowed any of this to happen. Maybe because I know tomorrow it’ll be over. For now, I’ll simply enjoy the fact that I’ve got a beautiful woman wrapped in my arms.
I wake before my alarm to an empty bed. That’s a painful first. I’ve never had someone sneak out on me. And I slept through it. That’s even more disturbing. I find a note on the pillow.
Thank you for everything. I took another outfit. Hope you don’t mind. This was the best business deal ever.
Good luck with everything. Try not to kill anyone.
Sincerely,
Little She-Wolf
There’s an ache in my chest and a sour feeling in my stomach. She’s the first one to ever leave me. Usually, I’m the one either sending them away or sneaking away. Refusing to dwell on the matter, I get out of bed and prepare for today. I have a meeting and need to get the wheels rolling for the casino in West Memphis.
My men are in my office when I arrive. We go through business with little to no idle chit chat. Nobody mentions Maeve and neither do I. After they leave, I pull up all the information I have on the KO Club. I find the PR company they use, which is interesting because it’s not based in Little Rock where the club is. Maeve mentioned working in PR.
Stop.
I shouldn’t care. It was business, and we both got what we wanted. I’m not going to look for her… I’m not… Why would I? With a feral growl I slam my fist on my desk.
Quickly I search the PR company’s website, and there on my screen smiling back at me is Maeve Goodman.
Once again we’re playing a game of hide and seek. And looky there…
I found you.