Chapter 2 Nicolas #2
This was insane. Wasn’t it? That I was staring into her beautiful brown eyes, wondering if it was possible for them to fucking sparkle, and neither of us was moving away. That I was flirting with Zofia.
Over the past year, we’d both been strictly professional. Maybe this was both of us finally snapping. Giving into our baseline needs. My dick was on board, even though I knew it was such a bad idea.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, running my thumb over her cheekbone. “So beautiful I don’t quite know what to do with myself.” Her eyes fluttered shut as I continued to explore her face in all the ways I’d never been able to before.
Zo’s lips curved up in a small smile. They were the prettiest shade of maroon, a color that perfectly complemented her warm brown skin tone. “You could tell me all the things you want to do.”
I let my forehead rest against hers. “Gorgeous girl.” I let it slip out, forgetting all the reasons I shouldn’t. “You shouldn’t tempt me. You’ll find out exactly what terrible thoughts are running through my brain.”
She reached up, pushing her fingers into my hair and combing through my blond strands. “Maybe I want to know all of your filthy thoughts, Nicolas.”
I grabbed her hand, pressing my lips to her warm skin. “I can assure you, you definitely don’t.” Not when I had a year of them built up. A year of longing. A year of imagining what I’d do to her if I ever had her body against mine.
“So,” she started, “are you going to kiss me?”
“I—” Maybe Zofia could see the panic on my face. “This—us—it would change everything.”
There was no hiding the longing or desire in hers, because she smoothed her hand over my chest, and I was surprised at how quickly it calmed me.
“This doesn’t have to change anything,” she promised. “We’ll have this weekend, and then we’ll go back to normal. Nothing has to change.”
Except after, I’d know what Zofia’s lips felt like. I’d know what she tasted like, what little sounds she made. But fuck, I had to know. I wouldn’t be able to go back, but I didn’t want to, either.
Zofia’s hands slid up my chest till they were wrapped around my neck, softly playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. “You won’t lose me,” she murmured. “I promise.”
“Fuck it,” I murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into me until our bodies were pressed together.
Then I did exactly what she asked. Outside, on the patio, where anyone who was inside could see us, I pressed my lips to hers. Kissing the woman who had starred in all of my dreams for the last year. My every fantasy. My assistant.
Not that I cared about that right now. Not when her lips were soft and warm, just like I’d imagined, as I moved mine over hers in light presses. She tasted like cherries and wine, a combination that shouldn’t be as alluring as it was.
I ran my tongue over the seam of her mouth, nibbling on her lower lip, pleased when she opened for me.
It was sexy as hell when she tightened her fingers in my hair, pulling me down tighter against her mouth.
We devoured each other’s mouths, like we were making up for all the time we’d lost in the last year by not kissing.
“Why haven’t we been doing this all along?” She panted as I kissed down her neck.
“Because I’m your boss,” I answered, hands roving down from her waist to squeeze her ass lightly. “And fraternization is frowned upon.”
She laughed. “Shut up and kiss me more, Nicolas.”
“With pleasure, gorgeous.”
And so I gave her my mouth, digging my fingers into her hips until I finally heaved her into my arms, settling her on the railing in front of me so I didn’t have to bend down anymore.
She was not short—especially when she wore heels—but at this angle, I could take my time properly, getting acquainted with her lips, letting my tongue meet hers over and over and over again.
It was even better, especially with how Zofia’s hands wandered my body, doing some exploration of her own.
“Fuck,” I groaned when she ran her hand down the front of my slacks, letting her palm rest over my cock—already half-hard and standing more at attention by the moment.
She made a sound of protest when I lifted her off the railing, setting her back on her feet.
When she looked up at me, her eyes dark and her lips swollen from kisses, it took everything in me not to take her mouth again.
“We need to go inside before this goes any further, Zo.” She whimpered, and I brushed a hand down her side, squeezing her hip. “Anyone could see us out here,” I reminded her. Even though the living room that looked out onto the deck was empty, and all our friends had vanished. “Come to my room.”
“Okay,” she breathed.
I pulled back, tugging a loose curl. “Really?”
Zofia bit her lip. “Just for tonight.”
I knew what this was. Just for tonight—just for this weekend. I didn’t want to complicate things with our friends finding out and misunderstanding.
Brushing my lips against her ear, I let them drag over the sensitive skin of her neck. “Meet you in there in a few minutes.” In my room. Fuck. I wasn’t ready for this.
I felt her body shudder as she nodded.
Wordlessly, she slipped inside the house, closing the sliding door behind her. And I stared up at the stars for a moment, wondering if I’d just made the best decision of my life—or the worst.