32. NICO
32
NICO
S everal hours later, and I’m still feeling like shit. I rock back in my chair, hands behind my head. I’ve been salvaging deals left and right. Nothing has been going well, and I’m sure it’s because the news about the Knightsbridge spa project knocked me off kilter. And then that bloody call with Martin Brooks planted a seed of anxiety that’s plagued me all day.
I’m watertight. I know that. Martin has nothing on me or Jack. Or even Gerard Lansen, God rest his soul.
But what if Martin tells Kate what happened? He could reveal her father’s crimes. But that’s not my most pressing concern. I’m worried what Kate will do when she finds out I’ve been lying to her. That Jack and I have hidden it from her all this time…
My mind skirts back to that first meeting in the spa of the Hawkston Elite, when Kate wouldn’t stay to have lunch with me. How furious she’d been that we hadn’t told her about the sale.
You and Jack kept secrets from me. You treated me like a kid who can’t handle the big business.
Isn’t that exactly what we’ve been doing?
And of course, it’s not just her finding out. It’s what might happen if the story gets out. I paid everyone off, so the press didn’t get hold of it and drag the Lansen name through the mud.
Martin got his money; enough to retire into a life of luxury. But he lost his company. That was the deal. I repaid everything Gerard had taken from him, allowing Jack to buy Martin out for more than market value. It was a deal Martin couldn’t say no to.
So what the hell is he playing at?
I didn’t want to play dirty back then… at least not truly dirty. Money was as much of a weapon as I needed to sort things out, but if Martin really is a threat, I’ll have to take more drastic action. Clearly, cash isn’t enough of a motivator for him anymore.
I pour myself a scotch and sit at my desk, savouring the taste, feeling the burn as it slides down my throat. It’s nearly sunset, and knowing I’ll see Kate soon has my pulse hammering in my neck.
Fucking her takes my mind off everything else. When she’s with me, I’m present. I’m not worrying. When I’m fucking Kate, I’m not analyzing whatever else we’re doing. Or whatever else is going on in my life. It’s like the world is a storm and she’s the lighthouse.
I finish the last of my scotch, enjoying the way the alcohol seeps into my bloodstream, slowing the pace of my mind, my body.
It stabilizes me, calms me, but not enough.
KATE
It’s just past 9 pm when I knock on Nico’s office door.
“Yes,” he calls.
God, his voice . That one word— yes —has arousal spiking through me. My heart is racing. I’m so turned on that I’m not sure how I’m still standing upright.
I smooth down my skirt, pop an extra button on my shirt, and open the door.
Nico is sitting behind the desk, reclining in his chair, an empty glass—probably scotch—in one hand. There’s an edge to him tonight; I feel it immediately. He doesn’t look at me, but drains the last tiny drop from his glass and puts it on the desk. Only then does he acknowledge me.
His gaze is so predatory, so heated, that warmth rises within me, braising my skin from the inside.
I’m speechless, and Nico doesn’t seem ready to volunteer anything either. Behind him, the sunset blazes across London. The sky lit up like a bonfire. It’s spectacular, filling the room with a warm glow. I assume this is why he wanted me to come up here now, but to be honest I couldn’t give a crap about the ball of fire in the sky, when Nico is right there, so much closer and far, far hotter.
“It’s stunning,” I say, more to fill the silence than anything else, although it’s not untrue.
A small smile lifts his lips, quietly satisfied, as if the sunset is his gift to me and he’s pleased it pleases me. My heart warms at the thought.
He holds eye contact, but his smile fades and he makes no move to get up from his desk or to greet me properly. Nerves writhe in my belly as I wait for him to tell me what we’re doing here.
He raises the empty glass one more time, tips it up and holds it to his lips, waiting for that last singular drop to roll onto his tongue. Then he licks his lips, such a sensual, slow licking that fire rolls up my body from my toes to the crown of my head.
He puts the glass down, taking his time to get to his feet. I’m about to step towards him when he speaks. “Don’t move.”
I glance around the room, unsure.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
Do I ?
I don’t know, but there’s a pulling sensation in my torso, like he’s the moon and I’m the sea and I can’t resist it. Whether I trust him or not, he’s controlling my tides. But why is he asking? Maybe it’s the gravity of the question or the tight lines of his face, but this doesn’t feel like the moment to query him. I nod.
He walks round to the front of his desk, each step so slow it pains me. I thought we’d be on one another in seconds, ripping at clothes, tearing at flesh, trying to get as much of each other as we could in as little time as possible. Greedy. Desperate.
Nico clearly has other plans, and the authoritative way he’s dominating the room has heat simmering in my veins. Every nerve ending is alight, every moment intensified.
“Take off your clothes.”
I stiffen. I can’t help it. I’d do anything he wanted, but this I wasn’t prepared for. “Nico?”
One of his brows arches at my tone, his expression severe. Like he might punish me… spank me … for questioning him, and a low heat kindles in my core at the thought.
Nico’s gaze lowers to my mouth, alerting me to the fact I’m chewing on my bottom lip. I stop, draw the whole lip into my mouth, letting it slide back out again, wet and full. Want flares in his eyes, and in response, the warmth in my core shifts to an incessant throb.
“Take them off,” he repeats.
My breaths shallow as I slowly ease each button on my shirt undone and slip it off my shoulders, dropping it to the floor. He holds my gaze the entire time, jerking his chin slightly to indicate I remove the rest.
His hungry gaze follows my hands, watching as I unfasten my skirt and let it fall to the floor, where it pools at my feet. It’s hard to breathe, knowing his eyes are on me, eating up every move I make like I’m throwing scraps through the bars of a lion’s cage.
As my fingers slide into my lace panties, his mouth opens a fraction like he’s struggling to breathe, too. Fuck . He’s so sexy, so gorgeous, and the idea that it’s me who has him this captivated makes my blood burn and my insides singe.
“Off,” he says, and the command has molten lust trickling down my spine, pooling between my thighs.
I ease the panties down, leaving me naked apart from my heels and bra. My pussy feels exposed, and so wet I wonder if it’s possible to drip on the carpet.
I notice the bulge at Nico’s crotch, his erection straining at his trousers, but he makes no move to release it.
He nods a little, indicating my bra, and I remove that too. Unsupported, my breasts feel heavy, nipples peaking instantly. My body hums beneath Nico’s darkened gaze, the appreciation on his face barely masked. He wants me, just as much as I want him.
“On your knees.”
This is different . My lungs tighten and arousal sings in my blood. Each breath is an effort as I lower myself. The carpet is rough against my skin, but I don’t care.
“Crawl to me.”
My palms hit the carpet and a small moan escapes me. It’s lusty and sodden with desire, unlike any noise I’ve made before.
Nico tugs at his tie as he watches me make my way to him. He takes it off, throws it to the floor, then focuses on the top button of his shirt. But his fingers are too fast, too eager. He fumbles and has to try again to undo it, yielding me the only sign he’s loosing his cool.
In seconds, I’m at his feet, his dick straining the crotch of his trousers just in front of my face.
“You want this?” he rasps, gesturing at his dick.
God, yes. My mouth dries out and my body trembles from how much I want him. I lick my lips and swallow, preparing myself. “Uh-huh,” I moan.
Nico presses a finger beneath my chin, tilting my face to look up at him. He tugs on my bottom lip. “Show me,” he purrs, before sliding two fingers slowly into my mouth, giving me time to object, but I don’t. “Show me you deserve it.”
I suck his fingers, wrapping my tongue around them, lapping at them like my life depends on it.
Looking like he’s about to snap, Nico pulls his fingers from my mouth and undoes his trousers, pushing them down along with his boxers. His perfect cock springs free, and the sight of it, thick and veined, makes my pussy clench.
I inhale sharply, and Nico’s eyebrow rises, an amused quirk on his lips like he’s daring me to take it. I lick the tip and he hisses. I take him deep in my mouth and suck hard, swallowing him as far as I can. He’s fucking big… I can’t take him all, but God, I want to. The earthy musk of him fills my nostrils, assaults my tongue, and my clit throbs in response. I fist one hand around the base of his shaft and bob up and down, running the flat of my tongue up his length, teasing the tip when I reach it.
Nico’s breathing grows heavy and his hands come to the back of my head, but he doesn’t hold me there, doesn’t exert any unwelcome pressure. He lets me lead, and the thrill that surges through me at having this kind of control over him is electrifying.
“So good. Fuuuck, Kate. Just like that.”
My blood is oil that bursts into flame at his words and I continue with more vigor. He groans and thrusts a little between my lips, and I sense he wants to take control. I remove my hand from his cock and hold still, allowing the shift in power so he can take his pleasure and fuck my mouth exactly as he wants.
He surges back and forth, my teeth grazing him on the way in and out as his tip hits the back of my throat, making me almost gag and tears stream from my eyes, but I keep going. I’m so turned on my pussy feels swollen. I need relief, so I reach a hand between my legs, needing to touch myself, but Nico speaks. “No,” he says. “Your pleasure is mine.”
I groan and let him slip from my mouth, then stare up at him. “Then give it to me.” My voice rasps, laden with desperate need.
Nico smiles, like he’s been waiting for me to cave. Then he rakes a hand through his hair and closes his eyes, as though he’s nearing breaking point too. “I’m calling the shots here. Not you.”
He pulls up his trousers and tucks himself away. A brief flash of outrage burns through me.
“Get up.”
I stand, excruciatingly aware of my nakedness, still only in my heels. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want Nico right now, and him making me wait has me teetering on the edge of an orgasm that promises to be explosive.
“Go to the window.”
The window? My first step is hesitant, knees weak, but I’m willing to play whatever game this is. I steel myself, striding past Nico until I’m staring out at the city as it eases into night.
Nico’s attention is an energetic field that hums against my back. Without looking, I know he’s fixed entirely on me. I’ve never felt so desired; I’m throbbing with it.
“Hands on the glass, over your head.”
My stomach flips, but I do exactly as he asks, the window cool beneath my palms. Nico’s footsteps approach and my lungs constrict.
Touch me. Please, touch me.
He stands behind me, and a sensation like butterflies trapped at the window flutters beneath my skin. He dips his head to kiss my shoulder. Lips soft, gentle. A shiver trips down my body and I gasp. Nico lets out a breath with a rumbling groan.
The tip of his finger travels down my naked back, causing it to arch, and my bum grazes the linen of his suit. A coil of need spirals between my legs. He’s barely touched me and I’m so turned on I could shatter at the slightest pinch.
Nico slides his hands over my arse, squeezing the cheeks for a second before his knee nudges between my legs, easing them apart. Air hits my pussy, cooling the wetness and inciting a compulsion to be filled. God, this is so intense…
Nico’s hand hits the glass to the side of my head and he leans towards me, his shirt soft against my back. I rest my forehead on the glass, each gasping breath misting it.
“Can anyone see me?” I ask, my voice husky.
“Not all the way up here.” His hand trails over my hip, pulling me against him, edging over my stomach and down between my thighs, stroking my clit.
“Are you sure?” I whisper, rolling my hips, wanting, needing , more. “Nico…”
“I’m sure.” He kisses the back of my neck. “Would you like it if they could?”
“Maybe.”
“I don’t like that word. Yes or no.”
I know the answer, but I hesitate. Can I admit to it? Nico continues to slide his fingers back and forth over my pussy lips, spreading wetness up to my clit. An ache throbs in my core and his touch draws the confession from me. “Yes. Would you?”
“No.” He slaps my clit and I let out a squeal as a sharp sting of pain radiates through me, fading to an intense pleasure. My mind spins, shocked to realise I liked it, as another gush of wetness spills between my legs. “No one else is seeing this body, touching this skin, eating this cunt.” I gasp as he thrusts a thick finger inside me, then draws it out. He shifts away from me and I glance over my shoulder to find him sucking his wet finger, eyes closed as though he’s tasting a delicacy. “I want you all to myself.”
Oh, God . If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’ll combust.
His hand twists into my hair, tugging so my head tips back. Not painful, but a discomfort that only heightens my pleasure.
“This fucking throat,” he says, letting out a groan and licking up my neck in one long swipe. “You’re mine, Kate. All mine.”
My moan is as needy as his. “Touch me,” I whisper. “Make me come.”
“You’ll come when I say you can,” he says gruffly.
An involuntary shudder ricochets through me, and suddenly Nico is gone. I turn to see him kneeling behind me, untying his shoes, removing his socks.
He glances up, meets my eye with his hooded gaze. “Eyes forward.”
“Yes, sir,” I murmur, a little smile creeping to my lips. Before I turn away, I’m almost sure I see one on his face, too.
The sound of him undressing is familiar. The snap of his waistband, the shuffle of cloth as he slides his trousers down… I don’t need to look. Just the idea of him slowly exposing himself is enough to have my core aching.
A moment later, his erection brushes against me. Bare. Naked. I writhe against him, my hands still on the glass over my head. I’m right against the window now, like I’m on display.
“What if someone can see?” I ask, my voice breathy.
Nico’s warm chest, hard with muscle, presses against my back. His lips graze the shell of my ear and he grips a handful of breast, rolling my already peaked nipple in his fingertips.
“You want to be watched, don’t you?” he drawls. “Want them to see you, naked, pressed against the glass, waiting to be fucked? You want them to watch you come, hear you scream?”
His words are delicious. God, yes, I want that .
Nico trails his hand downwards, and my stomach quivers beneath his touch. He teases at the slim line of hair at the apex of my thighs and I moan as he slides his fingers over my swollen clit, diving further to my entrance.
“Always ready for me,” he murmurs.
He thrusts his finger inside me, pushing deep. The addition of a second finger causes a pleasurable twinge. He finger-fucks me, making arousal swell and pulse with each satisfying pump.
I’m gasping, and each time I do, Nico responds with a lusty, low rumble. My body is alight for him, my skin radiating a potent heat.
“Want them to see how well I fuck you?” His voice curls around me like steam and my hands claw against the glass. I could come just listening to him. “How I can drive you to the edge and break you apart?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
“Every last one of them would come just watching you.”
Jerks of pleasure fire through me as I imagine the eyes of the crowd on me, witnessing everything. I roll my hips against Nico’s hand, grinding into his palm, eager for relief.
Nico slows the finger fucking until it’s little more than an internal caress, edging me dangerously close to the abyss of my orgasm.
“Nico?” I cry desperately.
“Only I get to touch you. Only me.” He draws his finger out of me and slides it in again, slowly. My pussy aches around his knuckles. “Everyone’s watching you, wanting you, but only I can do this.” He thrusts deep, thumb pressed hard against my clit and arousal blasts from the touch.
My body jerks and a moan erupts as I throw my head back.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes. Yes. God, yes.” I sound as unhinged as I feel.
He drags his finger out. “Then say it. Who gets to touch you?”
“Only you, only you. Fuck. Please. I need you inside me.”
Finally, finally , I sense he’s relinquishing that tightly wound control and a second later his dick is at my entrance, running along my wet slit. He presses a warm hand into my lower back and I edge up on my toes to give him better access.
He eases his tip inside, keeping his hands on my hips. I dare a glance over my shoulder, but Nico is so fixated on the point where our bodies meet that he doesn’t notice.
“Fuuuuck, Kate,” he groans, eyes on the ceiling, throat exposed, still holding back the satisfaction of full penetration. My breathing falters as I teeter on the edge of need. I might die if he doesn’t fill me .
I shift backwards, as if the movement will let me swallow more of his dick, but he holds me off, hands firm.
“Beg. Beg for it.”
“Nico, please. Please. Please .”
He hums—a delighted sound—as he enters me, slowly, inch by torturous inch. “I like you begging.”
“Nico, don’t—”
“Tell me what you want.”
“More. I need more. I want to feel your hard cock inside me. I want you to fill me until—”
He rails into me in one deep, exquisite thrust. Air rushes from my lungs, my heart stuttering at the sting of the stretch. The pain subsides quickly as my wetness coats him, and I relish the fullness of having him buried all the way inside, his balls slapping against me. Sparks ignite where we’re joined, ricocheting into every hidden part of me.
My fingers splay on the glass, his body forcing mine closer and closer to the window with each thrust until my breasts are pressed against it. Nico’s skin is damp with sweat and mine too; our flesh slipping against one another’s as he pounds into me.
My arousal sky-rockets and I curl and flatten my fingers against the window. I can’t contain all this desire. “Oh, Nico, fuck…”
My words descend into delirious moans I can’t reconcile as mine. I bang a fist against the glass, which only drives Nico to fuck me harder, deeper. Pleasure rises like a wave, higher and higher until I’m aware of nothing else.
The crest breaks and my orgasm slams into me, fireworks exploding inside my core, shooting all the way to my fingers, my toes, every fucking inch of me burning. I never, never want this to end.
My climax blisters through me until it wanes, leaving me gasping and boneless. My palms slide down the glass and I all but collapse, but Nico holds me in place, pistoning into me as he chases his own release.
He lets out a roar and the telltale twitching of his cock is followed by the warmth of his cum spurting into my pulsing pussy. There isn’t a sound in the room but our ragged breathing and the pounding of my heart. And then, in the near silence, a thought fills my mind.
I never want to fuck another man in my life.
Nico is it. He’s the one.