Chapter 17 Nicola
"Atlanta?"
I blink at Odi n. Atlanta? One moment, parent-teacher conferences; the next, a major city.
He leans against my classroom door, dark suit impeccable, broad shoulders emphasized. A flicker of something—anticipation?—dances in his eyes.
"Yeah, Atlanta. There’s a private showing of stone samples for the hotel. Dinner's on me."
My brain stutters. Atlanta? With Odin Baxter.?
Today?" My throat's parched. Dismissal bell rang fifteen minutes ago.
A rare smile plays on his lips. "Unless you have pressing social engagements, Miss Williams?"
Grading and a dripping faucet are my only "engagements."
"Great. We'll take my private jet. Back tonight. In and out."
A thrill unfurls. A private jet with Odin Baxter? Surreal.
"Okay," I agree, perhaps too eagerly. "Okay, I'll go."
The private jet is a blur of plush leather and hushed luxury. One minute I'm in my classroom, the next, Atlanta unfolds beneath us. A sleek car whisks us to a modern hotel downtown.
Glass and steel define the lobby. Odin checks in, and a jolt goes through me when I realize he's booked a room. Singular. My pulse stutters.
I follow him to the elevator. The room stuns me with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a breathtaking cityscape.
"Make yourself at home," Odin says, stepping onto the balcony to make a call. Home? In a five-star hotel room with Odin Baxter?
Everything is moving so fast. This is galaxies away from grading spelling tests.
The pace of the downtown core feels exciting compared to the sleepy, small town vibe of Redwood Hills.
We head out for an enjoyable dinner at the exclusive Chez Nous restaurant.
The food and the service are both amazing and I am feeling very pampered.
We linger over desert and the conversation flows in a comfortable rhythm.
Afterwards, the walk back to the hotel feels shorter than it is.
Hands entwine, Our connection growing with every step.
The hotel looms ahead, its sleek glass exterior reflecting the city lights.
The lobby is a quiet oasis away form the buzz of the street.
The elevator ride to the suite is silent, the tension between us palpable, electric.
Once inside, the door clicks shut and we are together in our own world, Odin turns to me, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my knees weak.
He closes the distance, cupping my cheek as he pulls me into a deep, hungry kiss.
My hands find their way to his chest, fingers splaying across the solid warmth of his body. I breathe in his masculine scent.
He breaks the kiss, his breath hot against my ear. "Nicola," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "I've wanted this."
A s hiver runs down my spine. We've been dancing around this, the attraction undeniable. Now, it's impossible to ignore.
He steps back, hands sliding to my waist, his touch firm yet gentle. "Let me look at you," he says, his gaze roaming over me with a hunger that makes my skin flush.
I stand there, heart racing, as he takes me in. His eyes linger on my lips, my neck, the curve of my breasts. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but in the best way.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his hands moving to the zipper of my dress.
I hold his gaze as he slowly lowers the zipper, the fabric parting to reveal the lace of my bra. His fingers brush my bare shoulders, sending goosebumps across my body. I step out of the dress, letting it pool at my feet, standing before him in my lingerie.
Odin's eyes darken. "God, Nicola," he mutters, his voice thick with want.
He steps closer, hands sliding up my arms, sending sparks of pleasure through me.
I lean into him, craving his heat, his strength.
His lips find my neck, kissing a path along my skin, his breath hot against my flesh.
I tilt my head back, closing my eyes as his mouth works its way down, his hands roaming over my body.
"Odin," I whisper, my voice trembling as his lips graze the edge of my bra.
He looks up, eyes smoldering. "Tell me what you want," he says, his voice a low rumble.
I swallow hard, heart pounding. "I want you," I admit. "All of you."
A slow smile spreads across his face, and he hooks his fingers into the lace of my bra, sliding it off my shoulders.
My breasts spill free, and his gaze devours them, his hands cupping their weight as he leans in to kiss the swell of one, then the other.
His mouth is warm, his tongue teasing my nipples into tight peaks.
I moan softly, my hands tangling in his hair.
"Yo u taste so good," he murmurs against my skin.
His hands move lower, sliding down my waist to the band of my panties. He hooks his fingers into them, sliding them down my legs. I step out of them, standing before him bare. His gaze is intense, his desire plain on his face.
"Come here," he says, his voice commanding yet tender.
I step closer, and he pulls me into his arms, his hands roaming over my body. His lips find mine again, the kiss deep and passionate, our tongues tangling as our bodies press together. I feel the hardness of his erection against my stomach, and a wave of heat washes over me.
He breaks the kiss, his hands moving to the buttons of his shirt. I watch as he slowly undoes them, revealing his lean, muscular torso. His skin is warm and smooth, his chest dusted with hair. I reach out, my fingers tracing the contours of his body.
"Your turn," he says, his eyes locking onto mine.
I hesitate, then reach for the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper down. He steps out of them, kicking them aside, and stands before me in his boxers. My gaze drops to the bulge straining against the fabric, and I feel a surge of desire.
"Nicola," he groans, his hands gripping my hips as he pulls me closer.
I reach for the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down his legs. His erection springs free, thick and hard, and I feel my mouth go dry.
He watches me with hooded eyes as I sink to my knees, my hands brushing against his thighs. I reach out, my fingers wrapping around the base of his cock, feeling the heat and thickness of him. He hisses in a breath, his head tilting back as I lean in, my lips brushing against the head of his cock.
"Fuck, Nicola," he mutters, his hands tangling in my hair.
I look up at him, our eyes meeting, before I take him into my mouth. I move slowly at first, my tongue swirling around the tip, m y lips sliding down his shaft. His hands tighten in my hair, his hips bucking slightly as I deepen the rhythm, taking more of him into my mouth.
"God, you're so good," he groans, his voice thick with pleasure.
His cock is thick and hard, filling my mouth completely, and I revel in the taste of him, the feel of him, the sound of his ragged breaths.
There is a pause as he pulls me back into his arms.
“You turn me on so much.“
He leads me to the bed, the Egyptian cotton sheets cool against my skin as I lie down.
He hovers above me, his gaze roaming over my body. His hands move to my thighs, spreading them apart as he settles between my legs.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his fingers tracing the curve of my hips.
I shiver as his lips brush against my stomach, his breath hot against my skin. His mouth moves lower, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, sending waves of pleasure through me. My hands tangle in the sheets, my body arching off the bed as he inches closer.
"Odin, please," I beg, my voice trembling with need.
He looks up, eyes dark with desire, before his mouth finds my core. His tongue is skilled and relentless, lapping at my clit with a rhythm that has me gasping for breath. His fingers join in, sliding inside me.
"Fuck, Odin," I moan, my hips bucking against his mouth.
He hums in response, the vibration sending shivers of pleasure through me. His tongue is relentless, his fingers filling me, and I feel the coil of tension tightening inside me, the pleasure building.
"I'm close," I pant, my voice barely audible.
He doesn't stop, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation, and then—
"Odin!" I cry out, my body arching off the bed as I come, my orgasm crashing over me.
He drinks me in, his mouth moving against me even as I tremble and shake. When I finally still, he kisses his way back up my body, before settling beside me.
"You okay?" he asks, his voice gentle.
I nod, my breath still ragged, my body still buzzing. "More than okay," I manage.
He smiles, his hands cupping my cheeks as he leans in for another kiss. It's tender, sweet, a stark contrast to the passion that just consumed us.
"I want to be inside you," he murmurs against my lips.
My heart skips a beat. I nod, my hands reaching for him, pulling him closer. He reaches for a condom, sheathing himself quickly, his eyes never leaving mine, before positioning himself at my entrance.
“Odin ” I plead, opening my legs for him.
He enters me slowly, his eyes locked onto mine as he fills me completely. The sensation is overwhelming, I gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders as he stills, giving me a moment to adjust.
"You feel so good," he whispers, his voice thick with desire.
He begins to move, his hips rocking into mine with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through me, his cock filling me, his body moving in sync with mine. I meet his movements, my hips rising to meet his, our bodies connected in a dance.
I moan, my voice trembling as the pleasure builds.
He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. "Tell me what you want," he commands, his voice a low growl.
"I want you to fuck me," I whisper. "Hard. Fast."
He groans, his hips snapping into mine with renewed urgency. The bed creaks beneath us as he pounds into me, his cock driving deep, his hands gripping my hips. The room is filled with the sounds of our passion—our ragged breaths, the slap of skin against skin, the occasional moan.
"Fuck, Nicola, you feel so good," he groans, his voice tight with strain.
I'm on the brink, the pleasure building. My nails dig into his shoulders, my body tensing.
"Odin, I'm—"
My words are cut off by a sharp cry as I come, my body shaking as my orgasm washes over me. He follows shortly after, his hips stuttering as he thrusts into me one last time, his cock pulsing inside me as he spills himself into the condom.
We lie there for a moment, our bodies still joined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. He rolls onto his side, pulling me into his arms, his lips pressing a tender kiss to my forehead.
"That was incredible," he murmurs, his voice soft.
I smile, my heart full, my body still buzzing. "Yeah," I agree, snuggling into his embrace. "It was."