Chapter 19 Zofia
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How is everything?” Angelina asked, brushing her long, dark hair off her shoulder. She normally wore it up in a ponytail or a bun, but I liked this more relaxed version of her. It seemed like her honeymoon had done some good, at least.
“Good. I mean, obviously we’re adjusting.
” We’d been living together for a few days, and the news that we were married had spread like wildfire throughout the company.
“There’s been some gossip about why I married Nic, and it’s just been a lot.
” The two of us were at lunch, and I was glad to escape the office.
It felt stifling right now, especially when it seemed like everyone was looking at me or whispering about me.
“People need to mind their own damn business.” Angelina scowled. “What have they been saying? If it makes you feel better, I haven’t heard it.”
“That I married Nic just for his money, or to get ahead in the company.” I hated people thinking I was less because I’d married him. Of course, they didn’t know it was all fake, but it should have been seen as more.
On the bright side, the board was happy he had settled down—even if they were upset we hadn’t disclosed our relationship beforehand.
She winced. “That doesn’t even make sense. Have they not seen how he is around you? I’ve never seen him act like this with anyone else. He’s obsessed with you. Do you know how many times I caught him staring at you this morning?”
I bit my lip, trying not to think about that too deeply. “He told me he’d never really had a long-term girlfriend—not since high school—so I can understand how this is all new for people. No one expected us to get married so soon.”
She nodded. “I think losing his mom when he was young affected him more than he likes to admit. I wasn’t sure he’d ever commit to someone, honestly.
” She frowned, and then added, “Not that I don’t think he can commit, or he can’t be loyal.
He’s just always been the biggest flirt.
I always thought he hid his actual feelings behind that smile, though. ”
“I know what you mean.” Not that there were feelings—because he definitely didn’t love me. “I’ve been trying to keep it from him because I know just how upset he’d be if he found out what people were saying.”
It wasn’t just my reputation—it was his, too.
He wasn’t the guy people loved to make him out to be. The man I’d once thought he was. Maybe because I’d witnessed his behavior, over and over, and it showed just how loyal and committed he was to me? For a contract relationship, he’d given it one hundred and ten percent.
It was fake, but it felt so real. Our relationship in the bedroom just kept getting better and better. I couldn’t believe how explosive sex between us was.
I’d never been with a partner so dedicated to my pleasure, so insistent on my orgasms that he’d put off his own.
“Other than that, though?” Angelina asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“It’s been… great,” I admitted, feeling a warmth in my cheeks.
“We cook dinner together almost every night. Did you know he can cook? Because I had no idea. With how often we went out for lunch, I never would have guessed that.” I’d realized really quickly how many things I didn’t know about my husband, despite working for him for a year.
I sucked in a breath. “Honestly, I was a little nervous about moving in together. But it’s better than I imagined. ”
“It’s definitely an adjustment, living with someone new. But when you love someone, it’s worth it.” She grinned. “Plus, the sex is great.”
“Angelina!” My eyes widened.
She shrugged. “What? It’s true. You can’t tell me that the sex isn’t way better after getting married. And living together means you can do it whenever you want.” She smirked. “I mean, hello, you’ve seen my husband. Nic’s not my type, but even I can appreciate a fine male specimen.”
I looked away. “Yeah,” I mumbled. It was great. And that was the problem.
Because it wasn’t real. And no matter how many orgasms we traded, it still didn’t change the fact that my feelings for him were rapidly developing.
She chuckled. “Guess all those billionaire romances weren’t wrong. Did he give you his card?”
“Maybe,” I mumbled.
“Oh my god. He totally did. You’re living the dream, babe.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.” Those books couldn’t even compare to Nicolas, anyway. “And we should get back to work.”
Angelina hopped off my desk. “Probably.” She squeezed my hand. “Congrats again, Zo. I’m thrilled you two are together. Selfishly, because now I’m not the only one who’s married, but also because you belong together.”
“Thank you,” I said, though I couldn’t ignore the unsettling feeling in my gut, the one that reminded me we were lying to everyone.
For the first time since we’d made our agreement, I hated that we had. Because I didn’t want it to be fake. I desperately wanted this to be real. Wanted the things I felt for him to be reciprocated; wanted to not be living a lie. But that wasn’t how things were.
I might have been his wife, but he didn’t love me, no matter how caring and affectionate he was. That had to be enough. Asking for anything else was too much.
Nicolas
Hey, do you have a minute?
Zofia
Yeah, what’s up?
Come to my office.
I stared at the ping on my computer, my mind instantly wandering to Nic’s confession from the other day.
It made me hot just thinking about his secret fantasy, just thinking about him bending me over his desk and having his wicked way with me.
I’d never been this wanton before him, but it felt like I’d unlocked an unknown part of myself, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
Why?
I need your help with something.
Standing up, I headed towards his office, swaying my hips as my heels clicked on the tile floor. He watched as I walked in, locking the door behind me and making sure all the blinds were closed.
“Zofia.” His voice was low—gravely.
A shudder of excitement ran through my body at playing out his fantasy. Ever since he’d confessed it to me, I’d been unable to get it out of my mind.
“Yes, sir?” I asked, batting my eyelashes as I pulled my hair out of the clip, letting it fall down around my shoulders as I brushed my hands over his shoulders. He looked stressed out, and I wanted to take his mind off of it.
“What are you—”
I sat on the desk in front of him, leaning against the wood. “I heard you needed my help.”
His eyes were deep, swirling with desire. “You did, did you?” Nic smirked, towering over me, planting a hand on either side of me.
I nodded, tugging my tight gray skirt higher up my thighs. “Maybe I can be of some… assistance? That’s my job, right?” I wrapped a hand around his tie, tugging his face towards me.
Close enough to kiss.
“I always need you,” he admitted.
I fluttered my eyelashes as he wrapped a hand around my thigh, slowly inching towards the place where I wanted him most.
He groaned as his fingers brushed over my core, already ready for him. “You’re not wearing any panties.”
Shaking my head, I grabbed the bottom of my black turtleneck, pulling it off and dropping it on the floor. My bra followed, and then I leaned back on his desk, pushing my hardened nipples towards him.
“Fuck,” he cursed, standing up, pushing my skirt up to my hips. “My dirty little assistant, did you come in here to get fucked by your boss?”
“Uh-huh,” I nodded.
He lowered his mouth to my nipple, dragging his tongue over the peak. “So pretty.”
I dropped my head back as he thrust his fingers inside me, finding me already soaked for him. “I need you,” I told him, feeling like I was admitting something of my own. A truth that I couldn’t take back.
I did need him. I needed him more than I could explain. Like air.
“Who do you need?” His free hand closed around my neck, holding me in place.
I let my eyes lazily drag down his body. “My husband.”
He groaned, dragging our mouths together before kissing me roughly as his fingers continued to pump into me. “Such a good girl,” he praised when we pulled apart.
I let out a strangled cry as he suctioned his mouth back on my breasts, alternating between them as he worked me higher and higher.
When I was right there on the edge of my orgasm, he stopped, pulling out before spinning me around. My hands landed on the wood, my back arching as he pushed my legs apart. I could hear the clink of his belt, followed by the zipper on his pants, and I whimpered, wanting him to fill me up.
I pushed my ass backwards as he brushed the tip through my entrance, gathering up my arousal and coating himself in it. “Yes, yes,” I said, dropping my forehead onto the desk. “Give it to me.”
“Just the tip,” he said, pushing inside me slightly. “And then I’m going to put on a condom.”
I whimpered, feeling him stretch me. “More,” I begged.
“Zofia,” he groaned, hands gripping my hips as he gave me a few more inches. “You feel so good.”
Nic gave a few more pumps, his hips snapping against mine, before he pulled out.
I heard the condom wrapper, and then he was inside me again, sliding to the hilt.
We both groaned as he filled me. He fucked me hard and fast, the brutal pace of his punishing thrusts bringing me back to the edge of my orgasm within minutes.
My climax rippled through me, a moan tearing from my throat, and Nic grunted, letting out a garbled curse.
“Come inside,” I told him, playing into his fantasy. “Fill me up.”
I could feel him throbbing inside me, still rocking his hips as he fucked me through his orgasm.
He bent down, pressing a kiss to my spine, before pulling out. “So goddamn perfect,” he praised me.
After taking care of the condom and disposing it in the trash can, he handed me my bra, helping me back into it. He tucked himself back into his pants, leaving them open.
“I like you like this,” he murmured, tracing a finger down my cheek.
“Like what?” I asked, pulling my skirt down and holding my top over my breasts.
He grinned. “Freshly fucked.”