29. KATE
29
KATE
N ico is sound asleep when I creep out of bed. We’ve been awake most of the night. It must be nearly dawn and I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had. He only has to breathe near me and I’m climaxing like a hormonal teenager.
My bag is on the bedroom floor near the door. Nico was right; I didn’t need to worry about it. God knows how it got here. Some rich person private jet luggage delivery service, no doubt.
The thick carpet is soft beneath my feet as I pick up my bag and head out into the large dining room. I’m naked aside from my panties, but the flat is warm so I don’t bother with the nightdress I packed.
I take a seat at one end of the dining table. It’s so big, it could comfortably seat fifteen people.
I take my laptop out and open it up. I have a meeting with David Webster about the spa project next week, and I really need to work. I don’t want to take my eye off the ball for a second, and God knows, Nico is enough of a distraction to derail the entire thing. I won’t be able to fully relax until this spa is up and built and I can sit in the sauna and sweat in real time.
The computer boots up and I check my documents. Spreadsheets. Financial projections. Development costs. I have everything here.
I sit quietly, for I don’t know how long. I get so absorbed in my work that time seems to pass at double speed.
“What are you doing?”
I turn to see Nico leaning against the doorframe. My breath steals from my lungs. He’s naked. Perfect. His skin, golden, his shoulders broad, muscular torso tapering to his hips. And his dick, just there. Casual. Like this situation between us is normal. It’s practically domestic.
For years, I longed for this… for him to be mine. That we might share this level of intimacy. That I could be the woman who gets to see him like this. But now that it’s happening, it feels too good to be true. An ache stirs in my chest, almost akin to sadness. Like I’m afraid it won’t last. Can’t last.
I force the thought away.
“Working,” I reply.
Nico rubs at one eye with the heel of his hand and pads across the floor towards me. “Fuck me. You’re working? I thought you’d run away.”
My heart squeezes at the candour in his statement, and the urge to reassure him bubbles up. “I told you, I’m not going anywhere.”
He places his hand on the back of my chair and leans over me to see the screen of my laptop. “What’s this?”
I scoot back so he can get a proper view and show him the 3D designs I did for the spa. It’s far beyond what my role requires, but I learnt to use the software so I could fully express my vision for the project.
An expression of intense concentration settles on his face, his handsome features tinged blue by the light of the screen as he leans in. “Wow. This is great. You did these designs?”
I nod and pull out the papers I brought and hand them to him. “I sketched everything before I put it into digital format.”
Nico flicks through the sheets, making the tendons at his wrists, the muscles in his forearms, tense and relax in a sensual sequence, and I watch in fascination. Seeing him focus on my work while he’s completely naked makes my heart flutter.
He blows out a breath. “I’m seriously impressed. You should move into design. Interior design. Architectural design?”
“I’m not trained.”
“Fuck that. We have a whole department—”
“Nico.” He snaps his mouth shut. “Let me see this project through before you start micromanaging my career.”
A smile tilts the corner of his lips. “Just saying. You’re good. But I can’t believe you brought your work with you this weekend. Anyone else would have packed lingerie. Or lube. But you’ve brought spreadsheets and power-point slides. Fucking hell. Come back to bed.”
“This is for Monday, though.”
He frowns. “Do it on Sunday night, then. When you get home.”
“But—”
“Kate.” He speaks over me so I don’t get to finish. “I’m not going to let you work. And I’m talking as your boss right now.”
I restrain the urge to smile. “Fine. But if my meeting doesn’t go well…”
“It will. I’m coming.”
“Huh? You want to come to a spa meeting? Don’t you have better things to do?”
“Yes. And no. There’s nothing better than you. Do you have any idea how sexy you look at work? I want to be near you all the fucking time.” He bends down and gently bites my shoulder. Goosebumps trickle across my skin. “Is that creepy?”
“No.” I tilt my head to give him more access and he kisses my neck, making my nipples tighten. I let out a dreamy moan. “Maybe a bit.”
“I promise I won’t interfere.” He licks my shoulder, circling his tongue against my skin. “Well, no more than your average CEO attending a meeting.”
“So you’ll take over?”
His laugh is an amused grunt. “No. But I know this project like the back of my hand. Your files came across when we bought Lansen. I’ve read them all.”
“All? You have a special interest in the spa?”
He reaches across me and pushes my laptop closed. “I have a special interest in you.”
I laugh. “Now that is creepy.”
He scoops me into his arms, and I squeal. His skin is warm against mine and I can feel the strength of his muscles. He glances towards the bedroom like he means to take me there, then changes his mind and lays me on the huge dining table.
“If you’re not tired, I can think of much better things to do than work,” he says, as he peels my panties off and throws them aside.
And then he climbs on the table himself, his dick already stiff.
“The table,” I whisper. “We’ll break it.”
He gives me a slow, sexy smile, making hot flames burst in my chest. “I promise you, we won’t.”
“How do you know?” Maybe I don’t want the answer to that.
He flicks his hair off his forehead and knocks the table with a knuckle. “I was conceived on this table.”
“No!”
A deep rasp of laughter fills the room. “No,” he agrees. “But I’ve had six grown men dance on it. Simultaneously. Me. My brothers—”
“Don’t you dare say Jack.”
He laughs again. “No.” A beat passes, his gaze never leaving mine as it heats like a blade in a fire. “Are you going to complain about your back again?”
“Nuh-uh.”
He flashes a sexy smile. “Then the table’s good for it.”
For a split second, I forget how to breathe. How can one body contain this much desire for another? Moisture gathers between my legs. I’m more than ready for him. I was wet as soon as I saw him leaning naked in the doorway, but now, splayed out on the dining table before him, I’m soaked.
As if he knows what I’m thinking, he nudges my legs apart, his gaze journeying to the apex of my thighs. One eyebrow rises.
“Your pussy is fucking glistening. Are you ever not wet?”
“Are you ever not hard?”
He chuckles. “Touché, Miss Lansen.”
His eyes shutter briefly as though he’s overwhelmed, like he can’t believe I’m real. And then he slides into me like he belongs there and we make love until the sun rises.