Prologue #2
“No, you’re not. I’m Owen.” I lift my hand and extend it to her, excitement ripping through me at getting to touch her. I’m acting like a fucking teenage boy about to touch boob for the first time, not shake a lady’s hand.
As she slides her palm into mine, clasping her fingers around it, she utters my name and I almost come in my pants. Fuck. Hearing my name roll off her tongue makes me harder than I’ve ever been before. What is it about this woman?
“So, Owen, do you come here often?” She makes a joke and attempts to remove her hand from my grasp, but I hold on a little tighter until she brings her eyes up to meet mine.
She gasps when our gazes collide, and I'm certain she's able to see just how much I want her in that one look.
As she swallows, the skin on her neck tightens and I want to place my lips there to taste it.
“Not really, but I’m glad I came tonight, Nicole.
” Her grip tightens on my hand when I say her name and I watch as her eyes glaze over with want too.
“I know this is fast and presumptuous, and I know you won’t believe me when I say I don’t do this often, but do you want to blow this joint and head back to mine? ”
I hold my breath whilst I wait for her answer, but I don’t have to wait long. She nods her head, swings her legs off the stool and stands up, all whilst still clutching my hand.
Placing my glass on the bar, I give a brief look over my shoulder to see both Charlie and Antony watching me, grinning from ear to ear and sticking their thumbs up.
I smirk and ignore them while wrapping my arm around Nicole’s shoulders, leading her to the door and what I hope will be the best damn birthday present I’ve ever received.
“I’m sorry to have to ask you this, but would you mind signing an NDA.
” As soon as we get to my place, I walk into my office and grab the NDA and a pen, impatient for her to sign.
Being in the back of that car with her and not being able to touch or kiss her was absolute torture.
Placing it on my empty desk, the manilla folder is a vulgar contrast against the dark wood.
What it represents screaming from the blank cover.
She hesitates over it and looks up at me, an eyebrow cocked quizzically.
“I’m a professional footballer. I play for Heath Hampstead FC.”
She nods her head and bites her bottom lip. After a second of deliberation she takes the pen and signs her name, and I smile as I put the document back into its folder and lock it into the filing cabinet.
I turn back around and find her looking unsure so I walk to her side and place my hand on her arm.
“We don’t have to do anything but talk. I want you to be comfortable.
And if that means we spend the whole night sitting here and talking, then so be it.
” I squeeze her arm slightly and she brings her eyes up to mine.
Her amber pools are so bright with a fire of need I almost burn in them.
“You know how to say all the right words, Owen. But I think the time for talk has passed.” She reaches up and wraps her hand around my neck and pulls my head down. As our lips touch for the first time, I know I’m not coming out of this without scorch marks on my heart.
She moans into my mouth and I take the opportunity to slide my tongue inside and properly taste her.
The rum and coke she had before we left is on her lips but so is the sweet taste of vanilla.
I’m not sure if it's the smell from her hair permeating my senses or if the taste is on her tongue, but either way, I like it.
She tugs on my bottom lip, her teeth biting into my flesh with just the right amount of pressure to drive me mad.
I respond by pressing myself against her, my hand on her arse, pulling her into me. A small smile lacing my lips as she gasps when she feels the length of me against her stomach. If she gasps at that, wait till she sees what else I have in store for her.
Her hands grip my neck and she scrapes her nails lightly over me, and shivers chase through my body. This woman has me on the edge before I’ve even started. She’s dangerous, and I’m here for it.
Breaking away from her lips, I run my nose along her jawbone, inhaling the scent of her as I go. My lips rest against her ear and she mewls as my breath tickles the shell.
“I can’t decide whether to have you on your knees sucking my cock or balls deep in you up on the desk.
Hmmmm.” She squeezes her thighs together and bites down hard on her bottom lip, and even though I want those lips wrapped around my cock, I want to be in her pussy more.
“Lose the dress, leave the heels on and climb up onto my desk, Whiskey Girl.”
The urgency in my voice conveys just how much I want her, but the element of control is something I can’t afford to give up just yet. I want this to last. It could be the only chance I get with her.
Hesitation flickers over her face but I recognise the moment she gives in and follows my command. She slowly lowers the dress from her shoulders and slides it down her body, slowly exposing her tits clad in red satin.
My mouth waters with one look at them and I drag my lip between my teeth to stop myself from pouncing on her.
Instead I lean back on the desk, my arse resting on the top with my ankles crossed.
Her dress is pooled by her feet and I’m fascinated with the damp patch on the red triangle covering her pussy. “Are you wet for me already?”
She steps out of her dress and closer to me, nodding her head and biting on that damn bottom lip.
I want to snatch it from her and show her exactly how it should be bitten.
But instead I move out of the way slightly so she can climb onto the desk.
She’s on her hands and knees, her arse swaying in the air right in front of my face, and a smile lingers on my lips as my fingers twitch, itching to spank her cheeks.
“Get on your knees, Nicole.” I slowly walk around the desk as she sits up and rests back on her heels, that lip between her teeth still. Reaching out, I swipe my thumb over it and she releases it into my touch. “Seeing this between your teeth is driving me mad.”
My palm rests against her flushed cheek and I let it linger there for just a second before trailing my finger down her neck and in between her breasts. Her breath hitches as I swipe my thumb over her nipple, sliding over the material as it pebbles beneath my touch.
“I’m desperate to taste you. Is that something you’d want?” My voice is gravelly with need.
She opens her mouth to speak, but I steal the words from her when I roll her nipple between my thumb and finger and a low moan escapes instead.
With a step closer, the desk pressing against my thighs, I reach around her back and unclasp her bra.
It falls in front of her and I dip my head low enough to place my lips around the dusty pink of her, growling as her hands fly to my head and hold me in place.
The time for control is over, and as I feast on her tits, I grab the skimpy string of her thong and tug it against her skin, bringing the material tighter against her pussy.
Her hands tighten on my hair, her moans get louder, and I can’t wait another second.
I rip the material from her body, quickly undo my trousers, and let them and my boxers fall to my ankles.
She untucks her legs and wraps them around me, lining my dick perfectly with her entrance.
I let her nipple go and watch as our bodies connect, her legs gripping me tighter, pulling me into her fully.
Her eyes meet mine as she gasps. “Are you—?”
I thrust into her again before she can finish the question and grin when she whimpers. “Do you like it?”
She nods and bites on her bottom lip, eliciting a growl from me. My Jacob’s ladder has never failed to please. And as loud groans fill the air, mine and hers mingling together, she meets me thrust for thrust. Her lips nipping along my skin as mine burn into her neck.
“You’re fucking perfect.” Grunting into her neck as she clings tighter to me, her pussy clenches around me.
“Owen—fuck—yes. Yes.” I know she’s close. And I want my name to be the last thing on her lips as she comes.
“Say my name, Nicole. When you come all over my dick, say my name. I want to hear you.” I’m on the edge myself, but I won’t come until she does.
But fuck I need her to come. I drop my hand from her waist and let my thumb find her clit.
With one touch, she explodes around me, her eyes closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy and my name on her lips.