Chapter 25
Ilet out a yelp, and that same warm hand slid over my mouth to silence me. Then a hard body pressed me against the closed door.
“You look so fucking hot in this dress,” Nolan said in between heated kisses, the ambient lighting from beneath the shelves lending us just enough light to see.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said with zero conviction as his hot mouth latched on to my neck.
Humming against my skin, he said, “But my girl loves the secret thrill.”
Damn it, I did.
“Empty conference room,” he said to my unspoken question. “No one will come in here.”
“Unless there’s another couple looking for a deserted room to bang in.”
His laugh puffed against my cheek as his mouth found mine again. “‘Bang’? Are we teenagers?”
“You want to spend our limited time making fun of me, or do you want to make me come?”
“Yes, ma’am.” On a growl, he hiked up my dress, his hand finding its way inside the sky-high slit.
When his thumb brushed under my thong, I writhed with need.
Then he sealed his lips to mine in a devastating kiss that had me wanting to renege on saying I wasn’t ready to have sex yet, because this wild energy coursing through my veins had me feeling anything but patient.
I’d thought the anxiety from being Nolan’s secret girlfriend—or whatever—would flatten me, but if he kept kissing me like this?
Hell, a girl could put up with a lot of crap from a guy who kissed like that.
“Nolan, more.”
“Are you going to apologize?”
Apologize? His scorching touches were making it hard to follow his train of thought. “For what?”
“For letting Anton get his hands all over you. You are mine. Or do I need to remind you?”
As his finger traced the seam of my pussy, I shuddered against him. “I could use some reminding,” I breathed.
His hand in my hair tightened until it was almost painful, but I liked it. I liked how he held me as if he couldn’t grip me tightly enough, couldn’t get close enough. Like he wanted to consume me. Knowing I had that effect on him was a special kind of power.
“That didn’t sound like an apology,” he said.
“I’m not feeling very apologetic.” When he thrust a finger fully inside me, I gasped at the invasion, then groaned as he pumped it.
“I’m going to feed you my dick and come down your throat. And then we’ll see if you feel like apologizing.”
Oh.
Oh, I wanted that very much.
I let out a moan, his filthy words winding me up even tighter as he added another finger, working me with a vicious rhythm.
Every touch was demanding, punishing, designed to own, to claim, to possess.
And I fucking ate it up. I loved bringing out this dark, animalistic side of him.
I loved that he wanted me more than anything else, enough to risk coming in here and having his filthy way with me.
With his free hand, he yanked down the top of my dress, exposing my breasts to the cool air.
Taking one in his rough grasp, he dipped his head, flicking his tongue over it until my nipple formed a hard point.
He had me pinned against the wall, splayed out like a butterfly on a board.
Trapped by his touch, his hot mouth, his devious tongue.
Pleasure so intense rippled within me at the thought of how scandalous the whole scene was.
How completely undone and ruined I must look. Ruined by him.
And I loved it.
When I thought I would burst, I said, “Nolan, please,” grinding my hips against his hand, desperate. But he pulled away, then shoved his soaked fingers in my mouth, stroking my tongue, forcing me to taste myself. I sucked him, unable to contain the sounds spilling from me.
“That’s it,” he said, looking at me with such lust and adoration. Then his hand cuffed my throat, just tight enough to let me know who was in control, and he said, “On your knees.”
And I dropped, licking my lips in preparation for what I knew was coming. He thumbed my damp lower lip and said, “Open up. Let me see that pretty mouth.”
I obeyed as he stroked my face in a gentle caress, sticking my tongue out to give him full access. Already, my panties were completely soaked and my core throbbed with need, my breasts hanging heavy over the top of my dress.
“Touch your tits,” he commanded. I held their weight in both hands, twisting my nipples in a way that sent a sharp sensation zinging straight to my clit.
By this point, I was practically writhing with unfulfilled need.
I wanted him to pick me up, press me against the wall, and slam his dick inside me.
I never thought I would like it rough, but with Nolan, I was discovering that I liked it all.
I wanted it all. But he was in charge here tonight, and I knew he didn’t want our first time together to be rushed in a dark conference room.
So I’d have to wait for the full Nolan experience.
As soon as I could, I planned to tell him I was ready to stop holding back.
We only had a little over two months left together. We should make the most of it.
“So fucking perfect, Val.” With one hand, Nolan unbuckled his belt, slid down his zipper, and then his cock was out, staring me in the face.
“Oh,” I breathed, watching a bead of pre-cum form at the tip as he stroked his length.
“Lick it off,” he demanded, and I did. Dragging the flat of my tongue across the head, I hummed at the salty taste of him, pleased when I heard his answering moan.
“So good at following directions,” he said as I continued exploring him with my tongue in small, lapping strokes. “You ready to apologize?”
“Getting there,” I said, my lips against his shaft.
At that, he fisted my hair and slapped his dick against my cheek. “Open.”
I opened.
“If it’s too much, just tap my leg and I’ll stop.”
I nodded.
“Now ask me nicely to fuck your face.”
My mouth watered, ready for him. “Please fuck my face, Nolan.”
Then the heat of him thrust into my mouth, and I was lost to the overwhelming sensations invading every part of me.
I’d given head before, but never like this and never to Nolan.
This was less “giving head” and more Nolan owning my mouth—he set a relentless pace, and I couldn’t do much more than go along for the ride.
But holy shit, what a ride it was.
When he hit the back of my throat, I gagged, tears forming in my eyes, but I refused to tap out. I could take it. I wanted to take it. I wanted him to use me. I wanted to make him proud.
The grunts and sounds he made as he fucked my mouth, the drool running down my chin and making his dick into a sloppy mess, dripping onto my tits as they bounced, all of it combined in a heady spell that had me sprinting toward climax.
I reached between my legs and found them slick, my cunt more than ready to be fucked too. As I circled my clit, Nolan looked down and growled. “Stop. Grind against my shoe and get yourself off. I want you coming all over me.”
Oh fuck. Eager to obey and even more eager to come, I straddled his foot, still sucking him, and rubbed myself against him.
The shoelaces against my clit and the rocking motion worked me up until I was panting and choking on his cock.
But I looked up at him, urging him on, my hands finding my tits and squeezing as I beared down on him, chasing my release.
“Say it, Val,” he ground out, pulling his dick out of my mouth, a line of drool going with it.
I was done playing too. I wanted to come and I wanted to come hard. “I’m sorry I let Anton touch me, Mr. Keller. Only you are allowed to do that.” When his eyes darkened into pools of blackness, I knew he’d liked my last-minute ad-lib.
“Very good.”
I opened my mouth for him again and he fucked into me, setting a pace where I knew he would come in seconds.
Grinding my hips faster, everything within me tightened to an infinite point, then exploded in a burst of pleasure more intense than anything I’d ever experienced.
My cries and wails were muffled by his cock, and with three more brutal thrusts, his hot cum shot down my throat.
As he bit back his own shouts, I drank down every drop.
His hand found my chin as he pulled out, his dick twitching in the after-effects of his release. With a gentle brush of his thumb, he wiped away the drool and cum dripping down my lips, his gaze almost reverent as he said, “You take me so well.”
I squeezed my thighs together, ready for round two.
Aaaaaand there’s my definite confirmation that I have a praise kink.
He pulled me to my feet and helped me fix my dress.
When his hands skimmed over my breasts, tucking them back inside my bodice, I might have let out a tiny sound.
With a low growl, he pressed me back against the wall, his mouth capturing mine in a searing kiss that had me grinding on his thigh.
“No time for that now, my greedy girl. We need to get back.”
I made a noise of protest, but he was right. We’d already risked too much by doing this in the first place.
After one last lingering kiss, Nolan poked his head into the hallway, then stepped outside. Before he walked away, he swept his gaze over me, shaking his head as if in disbelief.
“What?” I asked, smoothing my hands over my dress and taking pleasure in the spark of heat that ignited in his eyes.
“You look beautiful. You look like mine.”
Good god, this man and his words.
Before I could respond, he winked and headed off, straightening his bowtie.
I shut the door and waited a good ten minutes, then headed directly for the bathroom downstairs to fix my appearance. The sanctuary of the powder room was within sight when someone reached for the door handle at the same time as me.
“Hello.”
I froze. Please no.
Slowly, I turned.
“Your makeup could use a touch-up,” Erica said, tapping her lower lip as she sauntered into the bathroom with a self-satisfied smirk.
My stomach bottomed out as my hand remained suspended in midair. All I could do was blink, a high-pitched ringing sound reverberating inside my head.
I think I’m gonna pass out.
Fuck. Had she seen me and Nolan?
I’d made sure he was well out of sight before I left the room. The hallway was deserted, and everyone downstairs was distracted by the gala or their own conversations. I was sure. I’d been so careful.
No, she’s just messing with me, like when we ran into her in town.
Except her suspicions had been correct then, and they were more than correct now.
Shit.
I made quick work of fixing my makeup and hair—god, I really did look like I’d gotten into a wrestling match with a tornado—then hurried to the ballroom. No need to hide and give Erica any extra ammo.
As I took my seat, I made meaningless conversation with my friends. Should I text him and tell him what happened?
No, then there’d be evidence for the paparazzi to find if they get my phone records. Or something. I don’t know how that stuff works. Maybe—
“You okay, Val?” Frankie gave me a concerned look.
“Yep,” I said with a smile that absolutely was not okay and Frankie knew it. She narrowed her eyes but didn’t press me.
Just need to make it through the next half hour, then I can escape.
Without meaning to, I caught Nolan’s eye across the ballroom.
I must have looked as petrified as I felt, because he said something in Cressida’s ear, and before I knew it, they were saying their goodbyes and heading for the exit, him watching me all the way.
When they reached the door, he gave me a subtle, beckoning nod.
I forced myself to take a deep breath. Okay. Maybe only ten more minutes and I’ll make my excuses.
When I got to Nolan’s house, Cressida opened the door before I could.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” she demanded, yanking me inside and steering me into the kitchen where Nolan waited. His bowtie was undone, hanging loosely around his neck, his signature glass of scotch cradled in a hand. At my appearance, he ditched his drink and captured my face with both hands.
“What happened?” he asked. “I’ve never seen you look so afraid.”
A dry swallow clicked my throat, then I said, “I ran into Erica in the bathroom. She said something that spooked me, but I think she was just being a pot-stirrer. I’m overreacting.” But my heart rate and adrenaline-addled body didn’t agree.
“Did she catch you two…?” Cressida asked. At the question, Nolan’s frown grew fierce, but his hands remained gentle against my skin.
“I…don’t think so,” I said. “I didn’t see her until I got all the way downstairs and Nolan was long gone.
” His thumb brushed away the tear that spilled down my cheek.
“I’m sorry. I should have waited longer before leaving the room.
Or I shouldn’t have met you there at all.
Or when I saw her in the bathroom, I could have made up some story to—”
“Stop,” he said, smoothing his thumbs across my cheeks. “None of this is your fault.”
In a swift move, Cressida retied Nolan’s bowtie, shoved his arms in his tuxedo jacket, and hauled him toward the front door. “Let’s go, lover boy.”
“I’m not leaving her,” Nolan protested at Cressida’s back.
At that, she spun in a swirl of wintry curls.
“Erica thinks she saw something between you two. Leaving before the closing remarks will only serve as proof positive to her feeble little mind. So we need to get back out there and show her and every single person with a fucking camera that you and I are blissfully in love. That will be the story printed on those godforsaken websites tomorrow. Not whatever garbage that woman spews. You remember that Viennese Waltz we did last year at the Founder’s banquet? ”
Nolan’s jaw feathered as he responded with a tight “Yes.”
“Great. We’re giving the people a show. Right fucking now.
If that doesn’t work, I have it on good authority Erica is fucking Anton’s father, Stefan, on the side.
She’ll love it if that news gets out, but he won’t, and Stefan Alistair will do anything to maintain his spotless reputation.
But let’s try the ‘cowing them into submission with the unequivocal power of our love’ plan first.”
With that, Cressida hiked up her skirts and headed outside, already barking into her phone for Stan to return with the car.
Even through my panic, a wave of gratitude washed over me.
Cressida is a force to be reckoned with.
We are lucky to have her. Nolan paused at the door, turning to me.
A fiery expression stole across his face. “We’ll fix this, Val. I promise.”
“I know. I trust you.” The truth of my statement stoked a growing flame within me. I trusted him in a way that was bone deep, etched on my soul. He’d already proven he’d take care of me and my family, and I knew he’d take care of this too.
At my words, something unknown flashed in his eyes, then he ducked outside.
All we can do now is wait and hope it blows over.