Chapter 11
It slips out without resistance. Sir. I’m not sure if he was actually looking for me to call him anything specific or anything at all. I don’t really know what to think. I’m not even sure if I am thinking at this point but I know this is everything I was missing.
“Again,” Nolan says.
Maybe I’m not cut out for this, time has barely ticked by since I laid back on the table and yet an eternity appears to have lapsed. “Nolan, I don’t know—”
“If you need to stop, use your safe word.” He waits, sitting in his chair like it’s a throne. Nolan holds my gaze. Where my eyes are pleading, his are determined and with that, I fall deeper into my own lust.
I don’t move and I don’t want to use the word. I want to come. I want his hands on me. I want him. I want a thousand things all at the same time, things I didn’t even know were possible to want.
My fingers find my clit again, swollen and aching.
I’ve done this countless times, under the cover of darkness in my own room and never in front of anyone.
Each breath is sharper than the last, each swirl shoots electricity through my soul.
My toes curl and I know I’m seconds away from tumbling blindly into euphoria.
“Please,” I breathe into the quiet house.
Finally Nolan’s hands are on me, roaming up my legs, spreading me wider, right to the edge of pain but I’m still blissfully drowning in technicolor pleasure.
Bright, swirling hues bloom behind my lids and I’m breathing in colors I’ve never seen before.
“You’re beautiful, Harper. The type of woman men crawl across deserts for.
The type of woman men start wars over. My type of woman,” his voice thick with unmistakable devotion.
When he stands, the metal from his belt clinks and the soft undeniable sound of his zipper lowering fills my ears like a symphony.
Nolan settles between my legs, and as if this is our daily routine, my legs find their home around his waist.
“Stop.”
I whine but follow his order.
“You’ve done so well, but I need to be inside of you. I have to feel you or I might go mad.” I can feel him notch the tip of his cock at my entrance.
Fire blazes along my skin, dancing across my chest and down my stomach, settling deep in my core I feel alive. “Please, Nolan. Please, plea—” I beg with a sobbing breath that fractures on the last word.
He swipes himself through the obscene wetness coating my center and dripping down my thighs. I need him. I need him like air. I need him like religion, a singular deity to hang all my hopes and dreams on.
My eyes crack open enough to watch as he enters me. One swiftly, until his entire length is inside of me, I force my eyes to stay open and revel in the bliss overcoming his features.
“I could live here,” he says to the ceiling, slowly dragging his cock out before pushing it back in. “Inside of you is better than any heaven I’ll end up in.”
Nolan replaces my fingers with his own. He swipes his thumb once across me and I nearly explode.
Twice.
Three agonizingly slow passes before he drags his length out of me again and slides back in.
Nolan drags my finishing line further and further away.
He snaps into me with a relentless pace, before stalling and going back to thumbing my clit.
Keeping this patterning until I’m a mess of nearly incoherent noises.
The dining room fills with the sound of my throaty pleas and flesh striking flesh. I’m moments away from losing reality when his voice breaks through. “Come for me, Harper.”
I detonate and long awaited relief sweeps through my veins.
Without realizing it, I was waiting for his instructions. My back bows off the table, eyes squeezed shut as stars erupt like a firework finale. My fingers curl around his wrist where he’s keeping my thighs spread open and fucks me through my orgasm.
I’m boneless and floating, riding on the final waves as Nolan finishes, spilling into me with stuttering hips and a guttural, almost vulgar groan.
Between panting breaths and sweat soaked skin a connection fuses between us. Welding a bond
Nolan pulls out from me, eyes once again glued to my thighs and where his cum slowly starts to pool onto the dining table.
“God, you're perfect.”
I can get used to this.
For Wednesday, my task list is entirely too long, but I have to push most of it aside, and I’m heading over to the only hotel in Cupid, where the gala will take place. Honestly, I’m not sure how to be productive after last night.
I’m halfway out of my office when Nolan appears in the doorway.
There should be a rule put into place saying Nolan can’t walk out of the house looking like sin incarnate before noon. Eros, an aptly given name. He strides into my office, and swings the door shut behind him, forcing me to step backward. “Where are you off to?”
“Venue check, I want to get over there before lunch.” He takes a couple more steps toward me. “Why?”
He examines me, slowly dragging his gaze from the tips of my toes back up until he meets my eyes. “Come over tonight.” Not a question, not really a demand either, but my stomach drops at his words regardless.
“Again?” For some reason when we agreed to this arrangement, I thought maybe we'd get together a few times here and there, most likely on a weekend. What I didn’t expect is the want sparking in his eyes mid morning on a work day.
“Yes, again. Tomorrow, too.”
I laugh as a response. “You’re joking.”
An atmospheric change occurs in my small government office.
Air still, the temperature rockets making my sweater unbearably warm as he pulls to his full height, towering over me without making me feel caged in.
“I wasn’t joking, Harper, I don’t think I can function properly if I don’t get a taste of you every—”
He takes another step toward me.
“Single.”
Another step.
“Day.”
I have half a mind to fall back on my desk and give him exactly what he wants. But the door opens before I can lean back.
“Harper—” Sadie’s pitchy voice cuts through the veil. Nolan takes a small step back. I feel like I'm about to have a heart attack from the sudden switch. Sadie’s gaze bounces between the limited space between Nolan and I. “Am I interrupting something?”
We speak at the same time but not with the same answer. Our mixup has Sadie’s eyebrow skyrocketing and eyes doubling in size.
Flicking my gaze over to Nolan, I convey some sort of ‘what the hell’ look before answering. “No, Sadie, you’re not.”
But Nolan just can’t keep his mouth shut. “I was just asking Harper if she needed any help with the upcoming ball.”
Sadie perks up, entering further into the room with quick steps.
“Of course,” she says with a new lightness in her voice.
One that’s entirely fake and reserved for Nolan.
Anyone with eyes around the building knows she's been trying to land her claws in him since day one.
“Please let me know if I can be of any help, Harper. I love throwing parties.”
Rocking back on my heels, I look between the two of them. “Yeah, this is a little more than throwing a party.” It's impossible to keep the disdain out of my voice.
Her eyes narrow, lips curling into a slight sneer before vanishing in the blink of an eye. “Well, you know where to find me. I’m always happy to help.” She turns and leaves, apparently forgetting whatever it is she came in here for in the first place.
“Want me to fire her?” Nolan sneaks up behind me to say.
“What? No.” I pause for a moment after the word. “No, she just needs to stay far away from the planning.”
The movement is minuscule, but from the corner of my eye, Nolan’s hand drifts up, and brushes through the hair at the end of my ponytail. Twirling the strands around his fingers. “All you have to do is ask,” he states with a voice like it belongs in the clouds.
“So what, all I have to do is say the word and she’ll be gone?”
“All you have to do is ask, and I’ll give you anything you want.”
When I turn, my hair pulls from his grasp but brings us face to face.
Being this close to him envelopes me into his gravity, pulling at something deep inside my chest until it teases the surface.
I’m not stupid enough to think this can be something that lasts, I’m not even quite sure if that’s something I want but the desire flowing between us is more than a surface level feeling. That much I do know.
“So, tonight then?” I say as his icy blue eyes bounce around my features.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, he takes a step back as a smile breaks across his face. “Tonight.”