Chapter 3 Zofia
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Standing in front of Nicolas’s door felt like the craziest thing I’d ever done.
Even crazier than kissing him, because I knew what was going to happen tonight if I went in there. When I went in there.
Still, I didn’t give myself another moment to change my mind. Not bothering to knock—why would I, when he was expecting me?—I wrapped my hand around the doorknob and let myself in.
This morning, when we’d all been picking rooms in the large house, Nic had chosen this one, with a large, king-sized bed and an en-suite.
No one had fought him for it—maybe because he was Ang and Benjamin’s boss.
Hunter and Gabbi had given them the master, and the size of their suite was huge.
Still, I couldn’t help but feel jealous when I compared it to the size of the room I was sharing with Emily—Benjamin and Hunter’s little sister.
Shit, Emily. I hoped she wouldn’t mention my absence to anyone.
Nicolas was lounging on the bed, his shirt a few buttons undone, staring at me. I’d waited a few minutes before coming to him, not wanting to be caught.
“Hi,” I said, leaning against the door.
“Hey.” He grinned, looking every bit the suave playboy I’d always known he was. Not that I’d ever experienced it directly as his assistant—we didn’t flirt. We kept things professional.
“Are you sure about this?” I was hyperaware that my hand was still wrapped around the doorknob, but I couldn’t let go yet. “Just sex?”
Nicolas nodded once. “Never been more sure about anything.”
And what was I supposed to say to that? Instead, I rocked back on my heels, wishing I was wearing heels instead of being barefoot.
But right now, I wasn’t Zofia from the office, armed with a pencil skirt and red bottomed heels. I was vacation Zofia, and vacation me did crazy things like having a one night stand with the man who signed her paychecks, apparently.
“Come here,” he murmured, crooking his finger towards the bed.
When I didn’t move, Nicolas was off the bed, crowding me against the door. My heart was pounding in my chest as he ran his hands down my body, settling them on my hips. He leaned forward, and I thought he was going to kiss my lips, but he pressed an open mouth to my neck instead.
“You have no idea, do you?” he asked against my skin.
“About what?” I questioned—or at least I thought I did. It was hard to focus when Nicolas’s lips were skimming down the sensitive skin of my throat, his hands bunching my short dress up, exposing the sheer pair of panties I was wearing.
“We’ll have to be quiet,” he said against my ear as his fingers skimmed the waistband. His knee pushed mine apart, widening my stance for him—giving him better access. “We don’t want anyone to know.”
I nodded, covering my mouth to hold in my gasp as his hand slipped down the front of my panties, fingers stroking lightly over my entrance.
Nicolas pushed two fingers inside me at the same time his lips finally found mine, his tongue twining with mine as he kissed me deeply. He tugged at my lower lip with his teeth as he crooked his fingers, rubbing the spot that made a moan slip from my lips.
But I wanted more. I wanted everything he could give me.
Yet pressed against the door by his muscular body, I couldn’t move.
“Nicolas,” I said against his lips as he pumped his fingers inside me, working me higher and higher.
Was I actually going to come from this? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gotten off so fast. Probably because it had been a long time since I’d had sex, period. And even longer since I’d enjoyed it.
I ran my hands down his chest, admiring the definition of his abs. God, he was fit. His body was almost unfair. I struggled to tug his shirt out of his pants, unable to concentrate between the way he was kissing me like a starved man and the way his fingers moved inside me.
Too good. This was too freaking good.
Why hadn’t we been doing this for months? I didn’t normally do casual sex, but if he could make me orgasm this quickly, I’d have to reconsider my stance.
His thumb found my clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure, and I whimpered as another wave of pleasure burst through me.
Yes. I couldn’t cry out—on account of Nicolas’s mouth on mine—but I felt the orgasm hit me, my insides spasming around his fingers.
He kept working me through it until I slumped against him, breathing rough. He pulled out his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth, and I watched as he licked them clean. It was way hotter than it should have been.
“Fuck. You taste—” He let out a groan before lifting me up into his arms. Nic’s erection pressed against my still sensitive core, fluttering from my climax and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing him further against me.
When I felt his hard cock brush over my clit, I let out a groan of my own.
Nicolas carried me to the bed, setting me down onto the plush comforter before kneeling in front of me. He looked… fuck, he looked nothing like the man I’d grown used to seeing every day.
He looked like a god, a king before his throne, and yet he was kneeling for me.
“I want to taste you,” he rasped, his eyes dark.
My body heated, and I squeezed my legs together. “You don’t… you don’t have to do that,” I protested.
He frowned, his hands resting on my knees. “Why not?”
“I don’t…” I bit my lip. How did I explain that I didn’t enjoy oral sex?
It was fun at first, maybe, but I’d never come from it.
Maybe because it often seemed like a chore that my ex acted like he was forced to do versus something he enjoyed doing, and I didn’t want some halfhearted attempt at going down on me.
Not by the man in front of me. “I just don’t like it. ” I squeezed my eyes shut, mortified.
Nic ran his hand up my inner thigh. When he spoke, his voice was velvety soft.
“Hey. Zo. Look at me, gorgeous.” When I did, he pressed a kiss to my thigh.
“Please, let me taste you, because I’ve been dying to all night.
” He kept moving higher until his mouth was pressed over my panties and he sucked my clit through the fabric.
The pressure was like pouring gasoline on an already burning fire, and I arched my back, moaning from the burst of pleasure it brought me.
“Fuck.” His eyes were closed, as if he were savoring the moment. Hooking his fingers through the waistband of my underwear, he looked up at me. “Yes?”
I nodded, because apparently, I couldn’t deny him anything. Had it been like this since he’d begged me to be his assistant? “Please.”
“Thank fuck,” he muttered as I lifted my hips to help him take them off.
My dress was still bunched around my waist, giving him full access to my lower half.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he brought his mouth to my entrance, licking the remnants of my orgasm before burying his tongue inside me.
My fingers found the back of his head, digging into his hair as he fucked me with his tongue, groaning as he lapped up my taste.
And oh, fuck, that was hot.
He really was into this, wasn’t he?
Before I could get close again, he pulled back, smirking at me from between my legs before standing up to put his mouth on mine. Nicolas’s hands gripped my hips, keeping me in place as he stroked his tongue over mine, letting me taste myself on him.
“Mmm.” I lost myself in the kiss, in whatever this was, wanting to live in the now. My fingers scrambled to unbutton his shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine.
God, he was hot, his body toned and perfect. I’d never have guessed a CEO who worked in an office all day would have a physique like he did, especially one he hid behind suits every day. But it was glorious and unreal.
“Your body is insane,” I mumbled against his mouth as I ran my fingers up his abs.
“You’re doing wonders for my ego,” he said, giving me that blinding smile I knew so well. “Don’t stop.” Nic winked and then wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, bringing our lips back together.
I let my eyes flutter shut as we continued to make out, his hands trailing up my skin, exposing more and more of my skin to the air.
He peeled the dress off my body, dropping it onto the floor in one smooth motion, and I didn’t even stop to ask myself if this was wrong.
Was trying not to overthink how good it felt to have his hands on my body, how much I wanted him, and how much that scared me.
Truthfully, I was terrified. How long had I had been attracted to Nicolas Larsen?
I wasn’t sure when it had started, but I knew it wasn’t going to stop.
There were so many reasons we shouldn’t be doing this, but right now I didn’t care.
I didn’t want him to stop. The way he looked at me tonight?
The simmering desire I saw pooled in his eyes must have mirrored my own.
When I opened my eyes, it was to find him standing there, his eyes trailing over every inch of me. Like he couldn’t look away.
“Fuck.” His voice was reverent. So low, it practically rasped over my skin. “You’re beautiful.”
Leaning down, he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth through my lace bra.
“Nic,” I gasped, throwing my head back as he worshipped them. His hands found the back of my bra, unhooking it as he switched his attention to the opposite breast, and then the garment was on the floor, probably joining my dress and panties.
“Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined you,” he said, flicking his tongue over my hardened nipple.
“Please,” I whined, not knowing what I was asking for.
Other than his mouth felt so good, and I was so empty. One orgasm wasn’t enough, clearly. What was he doing to me? Turning me into a monster. An orgasm-deprived monster.
He cupped me with both hands, squeezing lightly. “Patience, Zofia. If I only have one night, I want to do it right.”