2. Delilah
It was barely after six,but Nash’s personal assistant was behind his desk clicking away on his computer when I stepped off the elevator.
He unlocked Nash’s office door with a quick flick of the button on his desk without lifting his gaze from the screen. “Delilah.”
“Heath,” I greeted as I passed.
“Good luck,” he muttered, and I almost smiled.
A lethal, golden lion stood behind Nash’s desk when I entered the executive office. His thickly corded muscles were tense beneath his wrinkled dress shirt as he stood by the window, glaring down at the Strip, the bored, angry god of all he surveyed.
I doubted he’d gone to his suite when he arrived in the early hours of the morning. From the amount of stubble on his chiseled jaw, he hadn’t shaved in a few days. His short blond hair was mussed. He must have been running his fingers through the slightly curly locks.
My heels sank soundlessly into the carpet as I crossed to his desk. Dropping my phone, stack of papers, and my access key on the corner, I folded my hands in front of me and waited.
Turning, he raked his true hazel eyes over me, the starburst of golden brown in the center of each iris glowing. My body reacted at the first caress of that beautiful gaze stroking over me. Goose bumps popped up along my arms, my nipples tightening into painful points against the satin half cups of my bra. My panties had been a mess from the moment I’d heard his voice on the phone earlier. It was a struggle not to rub my thighs together at his heated appraisal.
His shirt was half unbuttoned, showing off deliciously golden skin accented by curls of blond hair. I bit into the inside of my cheek to stop myself from whimpering at the sight of the tattoo of a lion’s head that took up the left side of his chest. I loved all his ink, but my favorite was the phoenix that was spread across his entire back.
A hoarse sound left his throat, drawing my gaze back to his face. Tenderness lightened his eyes, making the mix of blue and green around the golden starburst brighter. Until Nash, I had never understood the whole concept of drowning in someone’s eyes. Then I’d truly gotten lost in his and had the breath stolen from my lungs. I’d been willingly sinking deeper and deeper ever since.
I was starting to feel the suffocating effect from a lack of air. With each additional day of having to live in the shadows, never allowed to so much as smile at him in public while other women openly flirted with him in front of me, I wasn’t just drowning. His demand that we stay secret was like a boulder tied to my feet, sinking me faster.
“You have dark circles under your eyes,” Nash grated out. “Have you not been sleeping?”
“It’s been a long two weeks,” I told him with a shrug, struggling to keep my face neutral. Until he’d begun slipping into my bed almost eight months ago, I’d never slept beside another person in my life. But now, it seemed I couldn’t rest unless I was wrapped around his hard body.
Other than his rumpled shirt, he showed no other outward signs that he had suffered the same insomnia that plagued me when he was away. Another red flag I had ignored since the beginning of our…affair? I wasn’t sure that was the correct word. Relationship wasn’t right either.
Nash fucked me. Sometimes in his office. Every night he was home, he was in my bed. But we never went anywhere together as a couple. Work events were different. There were times when I had to represent the Royal side of the hotel, while he was the face of the Phoenix.
He was adamant we keep whatever this was hidden. From everyone. Not just those we worked with, but especially my father and the media. It was a long list, and until recently, I’d been all heart-eyed, thinking it was because Nash wanted to protect me.
Our age difference was the biggest hurdle he said we needed to be careful of. It made less sense with each passing day. My father, who was a decade older than Nash, had married a woman only five years my senior. Admittedly, the media had been tearing Nicole apart, but that wasn’t without reason.
Nicole was…
An evil gold-digging cuntasaurus?
Sam called her that often enough for the thought to pass through my mind without me bursting into giggles each time these days. But in the beginning, when my father had first married Nicole a mere four months ago, it had been a struggle. Sam wasn’t just my best friend, but a trustworthy judge of character.
Lately, however, I felt less protected and more like a dirty whore whom Nash was ashamed of.
But I guessed I’d allowed him to do so. Being treated like a whore in the bedroom, or in his office, was fun. I had been a virgin until Nash, but since then, no one would ever suspect that he was my only lover. He’d unlocked something in me that I hadn’t even known about myself until he’d shown me how fun sex could be.
“Did you miss me, Lily?” Nash asked gruffly.
The sting of tears momentarily blinded me before I could blink them away. “So, so badly,” I whispered, afraid he would be upset if I spoke the words too loudly. His office was soundproof, but when it came to expressing my emotions, he always commanded that I keep myself in check.
“How much did you miss me?”
I clenched my fingers together harder. Why did it feel like he was taunting me? “Did you miss me at all, Nash?”
He jerked in surprise as I threw the question at him. One moment, he was behind his desk. The next, he was in front of me. With a growl, he lifted me and slammed my ass onto his desk as his mouth crashed against mine.
Moaning, I raked my fingers through his hair, clutching at him as I furiously kissed him back, all my love and confusion and pain at missing him exploding out of me. I snapped my teeth at him, biting his tongue before sucking on it hard.
Cursing, he pulled up my skirt, exposing my soaked panties. A rumble vibrating through his chest, he dropped to his knees in front of me, burying his face between my thighs, ripping my panties out of his way.
His scruff burned across my skin as he worked his tongue back and forth over my swollen clit. Hungry, feral sounds came from him as he slurped up the honey I’d already spilled for him.
He knew my triggers and had me screaming my release within minutes. Dizzy from pleasure, I could only watch as he freed his massive cock and thrust inside me with a savagery that had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Each thick, veined inch stretched me nearly to the point of pain.
Twisting his fingers into my hair, he jerked my head back, forcing me to hold his gaze as he pounded into me. Another intense wave of euphoria hit me. Powerless to do anything but accept it, I screamed his name so loud my throat ached.
“Yes!” he snarled, pulling my hair harder, the slight pain triggering another release. “Come all over my cock, Lily. That’s it. Such a good girl. Take it all and give me that sweet cream. Fuck, you’re still virgin-tight. You’re killing me.”
“Nash,” I whimpered, a third orgasm already building. Too long. It had been too long since I’d had him inside me. “Harder!”
“Any harder and I’ll rip you in half.” His fingers bit into my hips, his own hips working faster. “Give me another one, Lily. Let me feel that pussy clamping around my cock one more time before I give you all this come that I’ve been saving for you.”
“Oh God,” I whined, my walls clenching around him in little ripples, a prelude to the building climax that would shatter us both. “Please. Please. Please.”
The starburst of brown in his eyes turned molten, his command low and fierce. “Tell me.”
Power rushed through me, reminding me that with just a few words from my mouth, I could send him into oblivion. I pressed my lips together, locking away what he wanted to hear.
“Lily,” he snapped, then whispered, “please.”
Swallowing a knot of emotion that filled my throat, I choked out the three words he’d constantly seemed to crave from me since the first time I’d accidentally spoken them aloud. “I love you.”
His entire body trembled, and then he was emptying inside me.