Chapter 32
THIRTY-TWO
SCARLETT
I have no idea what’s gotten into me. I have never come onto a man this brazenly.
But something feels different. It’s Nico, yes, but it’s also something in me. After last night, I feel comfortable with him, and comfortable in my own body.
And I want to explore it.
Desire rises like a tidal wave inside me. I want everything with Nico, so much so that I can’t figure out what I want first. But he’s standing there, looking so delicious, and suddenly, all I want to do is please him. So, I move to drop to my knees.
Nico stops me.
I look up at him in surprise, but that’s the only thing I have time for because in the next second, he takes my mouth in a kiss.
And he’s feral.
He wastes no time parting my lips with his tongue, then sliding it deep inside to taste me. His hands lift to cup my face, to angle me in a way that allows him to deepen the kiss further.
I moan into the kiss.
My hands come up to grab onto him, to grab onto something, because my knees are too weak to hold me up. I’ve never been kissed like this.
But before I can slide my arms around Nico’s neck, I’m spun and bent over the kitchen counter.
The air fills with the sounds of our heavy breathing. My hands are braced on the marble, Nico standing behind me with his hands on my waist. I have no idea where he’s going to take this, but I’m excited to find out.
Slowly, his hands travel down my body, over my hips and down to my thighs. The only thing I’m wearing is the t-shirt Nico gave me last night, so he hits bare skin almost immediately. When his hands start their path back up my legs, this time sliding under the hem of the shirt, I start to tremble.
“I’m having a very hard time deciding how I want you first,” he growls.
But then his touch pauses, and he lets out a groan.
“Fuck, baby, I can’t stop thinking about how you tasted last night. I need to—”
He doesn’t finish his sentence, he simply drops to his knees behind me, grabs my ass cheeks in each hand, and opens me to him. At the first swipe of his tongue, I collapse onto the counter with a surprised moan.
The kitchen isn’t the only thing that’s new for me. This position, having someone behind me…that’s new, too.
Not all escorts have the rule, but many won’t allow a man behind them. Doggy takes away a woman’s ability to see what the man is doing. The main concern is condom removal, but the position itself is so vulnerable that it’s usually better to just take it off the table entirely.
With Nico, that vulnerability is the appeal.
Just like last night, I can’t see what he’s doing, I can only feel. I have no control over my body or what he’s doing to it. I’m left completely at his mercy.
Right now, that feeling is what’s about to make me come.
I scratch at the counter, searching for something to grab to ground me as the pleasure mounts.
Nico still has me pressed open, giving me nowhere to hide, and his tongue is doing things I’ve never even dreamed of.
By this point in our relationship, he’s already mastered how I like to be touched, so he’s not holding back.
He licks and sucks me until I’m a whimpering mess, and then when a please slips out, he groans and slides two fingers inside me.
I come on his tongue instantly.
When Nico eventually stands, I’m still trembling, trying to catch my breath. Another whimper slips out when I feel him press a kiss to my lower back.
“I’ll never get over how good you taste,” he groans.
“If I wasn’t dying to fuck you, I’d stay on my knees for another hour.
” He slides his t-shirt up my body and over my head to bare the rest of me, leaving another kiss on my shoulder as he does it.
“I’d see how many orgasms I could coax out of your pretty little cunt. ”
A breath whooshes out of me as my head drops between my shoulders. I never thought I’d enjoy being talked to like this.
Nico’s arms come around me then, his hands going to each of mine to plant them on the counter.
“Stay right here, baby,” he growls in my ear. “Don’t move an inch.”
And then he’s gone, to who knows where. My brain isn’t functioning enough to figure it out.
A minute later, he’s standing behind me once again. It vaguely registers that he throws his wallet beside me, but then he’s pressing between my shoulder blades and flattening the upper half of my body. I whimper when my nipples hit the cold counter.
“Is this what you wanted?” Nico asks over the faint sound of fabric rustling. “For me to take whatever I want, whenever I want?”
I’m panting as I nod. I want him so badly I can barely breathe.
Nico’s satisfied hum reaches my ears just as the tip of his cock touches my clit. I moan as I turn my face into the counter.
“I think I like having you at my mercy like this,” he muses, sliding his length up and down my skin. I can tell I’m drenched because he moves easily. On one pass, he almost slips inside, only correcting himself when I suck in a breath.
He’s waiting. Or teasing. I have no idea, but the anticipation is killing me. It’s like he’s trying to figure something out. I’m just too keyed up to understand what he’s—
His palm cracks lightly against my ass cheek.
I lift my head with a gasp…then moan as pleasure melts into my skin.
“Fuck, Scarlett,” he grits out. This time, when he spanks me again, I lower my face to the counter with a needy sound I don’t even recognize and shift my legs farther apart. “Fuck.”
When he enters me, it’s with a hard, impatient thrust. No more of the slow, teasing Nico; now, he’s a man whose sanity has unraveled.
The way he fucks me drives the breath from my lungs. It’s hard and fast and I have zero control over any of it. The only thing I can do is widen my stance and try not to drown in euphoria.
Especially when he spanks me. And again, harder.
“We’re going to have to draw all new boundaries for you,” Nico growls, the hand on my hip digging into my skin as he continues to fuck into me. “We’ll have to find all those hidden kinks, won’t we?”
I can only moan in answer. The memory of my escort boundaries doesn’t even feel like it was in this lifetime.
Another wave of pleasure is already swelling inside me when I feel Nico’s hand in my hair.
He wraps the strands around his fist once, twice, then slowly pulls my head back until I’m drawn taut like a bowstring before him, his tongue licking up my neck to my ear.
His touch is forceful, but with the heat of his body against my back, I can also feel the gentleness that I’ve grown so familiar with.
That is letting me live out this fantasy for the first time in my life.
“You ready to come, baby?” he asks, the tinge of desperation in his voice giving away how affected he is and making me shiver. This feels just as intense for him as it does for me. I nod as much as I’m able.
“You’re not going to fake it, are you.” He doesn’t ask it as a question. Doesn’t give me the choice.
“No,” I gasp, shaking my head frantically. “Never.”
“Good girl,” he growls, his thrusts growing more powerful. “Now…come on my cock for me.”
When his hand slides between my legs, it barely takes five seconds.
Between the command, the ownership with which he’s fucking me, and his slippery fingers on my clit, I’m driven to heights of pleasure I didn’t even know existed.
I’m lost in another reality as the orgasm rolls through me, and I cry out for him.
Nico finds his release at the same time. His hips stutter, a broken groan tearing from his chest as he fills the condom.
I wonder what sex without a condom will feel like.
It’s a testament to how much Nico just blew my mind that the foreign thought doesn’t alarm me. Instead, I turn my face toward Nico, needing the comfort of his kiss.
He obliges instantly. The hand that was wrapped in my hair loosens, and he cups my head as he takes my mouth in the sweetest kiss. When it ends, I collapse on the counter with a sated sigh.
Nico collapses on top of me, though he holds up most of his weight. “Jesus Christ,” he groans, his hot breath on my neck. “I was not prepared for you this morning.”
I only sigh happily again and wiggle my hips, absorbing the feel of him still inside me. “You seemed to do just fine, though.”
“Trust me, it took all my willpower,” he says on an exhale, pushing up onto his hands. He presses a quick kiss to my shoulder before pulling away from me.
I can’t stop smiling as I straighten. Waking up in Nico’s arms already made for a great morning, but now? I’ll be thinking about today for a very long time.
Unfortunately, reality intrudes quicker than I want it to. And some of that giddiness fades.
After our suit-shopping expedition, Nico leaves to go back to Philly. The gala is only five days from now, so we probably won’t see each other before then. We’ll have to stick to phone calls.
That distance is what allows my anxious thoughts to creep back in.
Specifically, my decision to go to the gala.
I meant what I said to Nico: I want to go. I love the idea of being on his arm, of finally getting to go on a date with him where money isn’t involved.
It’s the rest of it that’s making me hesitant.
Because the truth of the matter is, I’m fairly likely to run into someone who knows me.
I’ve seen countless high-powered men in my three years as an escort, and while I tried to stay away from athletes as much as possible, that doesn’t mean I don’t have connections to the men around them.
Not to mention, the gala is in my city. I wouldn’t be surprised if I ran into a client just based on proximity alone.
And yet…Nico seemed so excited—and so not worried—that I can’t quite convince myself to back out.
It’s his excitement that keeps my doubts at bay for the rest of the night. Instead of thinking about how this gala could go badly, all I’m thinking about is how good Nico looked in his suit today. And how I’ll need a beautiful dress to match him.
It’s how I find myself at my favorite dress store the next day.
Every other dress I’ve bought in this store has been with other men in mind. And regardless of what happens with Nico in the future, I don’t want to recycle those dresses for a date with him. I want to look better than I ever have. I want to look…like his.
“Daisy! How nice to see you again.” Lisa, my personal shopper for the store, appears in front of me with a smile. “What are we shopping for today?”
I return the smile. “Hi, Lisa. I need a new dress for a gala next weekend.” I look around the store, nibbling on my lip. “And it needs to be stunning.”
Her eyes light up at that. I don’t know if she’s guessed what I do—what I did—but she knows stunning means expensive.
She knows my best colors already, so she brings mostly gold and green dresses over to the dressing room, along with a flute of champagne. She nails my vision almost immediately, same way she always does.
“He must be a special one,” she comments, looking at me in the mirror. “This might be the most flattering dress you’ve ever let me put on you.”
I huff a laugh. In the past, I tried to keep a little air of modesty and intrigue with my dresses.
They always looked beautiful, of course, but they were always just simple enough that they didn’t feel obvious.
It was my way of distancing myself from my escort persona; if I wasn’t wearing a racy dress, I didn’t feel like a woman who found her worth in men.
But when I spin in front of the mirror and get a glimpse of the back of this dress, nothing could be further from my mind.
“It’s perfect,” I breathe. “I finally feel…like myself.”
Lisa tilts her head with a smile. “And isn’t that the most powerful type of outfit for a woman…”
Powerful.
I’ve been using that word in my subconscious the past few weeks. Do I feel powerful?
I don’t know. I feel beautiful, but not in the way my mother used to make me feel, or Amara, or any of my clients. I feel beautiful in a… Yes, in a powerful sort of way.
Because of Nico.
I grin at Lisa. “I’ll take this one.”