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He would back away.
She just had to come to her senses, but she didn’t want to come to her senses. She wasn’t a fool, and she knew just what her boss was like, where his limitations lay. No commitment. Suited her. Physical attraction, an inappropriate crush, didn’t turn her into a complete idiot. She was no more likely to want involvement with Nico than he would want it with her.
Maybe not for the same reasons but all the same. The net result amounted to the same thing.
And in the meantime?
‘Right now,’ she breathed huskily, ‘I want you, Nico. I don’t...want you to stop and I’m not going to blame you for anything. I know you for who you are and, trust me, I’m not going to want more than what’s happening between us right here and right now. No tomorrow, just today.’ She cupped the thick brown column of his neck with her hand, marvelling at how pale she was in comparison.
She had forgotten what it felt like to live in the moment because the business of fretting about tomorrow had always taken precedence. It felt heady.
She tentatively wriggled her fingers under the waistband of his trousers and his low moan went to her head like incense.
He propelled her back, small steps at a time until her knees buckled against the edge of the mattress.
Half laughing, half serious because the howling winds made for an incongruous situation, she asked him whether they should be doing something.
‘Other than this?’ Nico growled, standing up to strip off his tee shirt in one swift motion.
Headiness was making breathing laborious. He towered at the side of the bed, a monument to sheer physical perfection, from the arrogant beauty of his face to the bronzed muscularity of his body.
She gasped as he hooked his finger at the zip of his trousers. She could discern the bulge of his erection and for a few seconds she closed her eyes to get a grip.
‘You can look now,’ Nico husked, and she opened one eye then both, propping herself on her elbows and then downright staring because he was completely naked. His fingers lightly circled his penis, and he absently played with himself while his eyes remained on her face, wickedly amused and dark with intent.
‘Like what you see?’ he murmured, closing the small gap between them so that he was standing right next to her. ‘Because now it’s my turn and I’m not going to help. I want to see you get undressed. I want to savour every second of the sight.’
His desire was boldly stamped in his dark eyes and it acted as a spur, so that she stripped off in record time, alive to him in a way that made her daydreams feel like girlish nonsense.
He rifled blindly for the wallet in his trousers to extract a condom, but she stopped him, huskily telling him that she was on the pill.
In a mad moment of moving forward with her life and going on the Internet to find her soulmate, she had done what was necessary and gone on the pill because there was no way she would get herself into any kind of situation where she might be dependent on someone else taking responsibility for an outcome that would enormously and directly affecther.
She was realistic enough to know that while she would rather sleep with a guy if she was assured of a positive outcome, that was just not how life worked.
She’d never imagined that the guy she ended up in bed with might be her boss.
He was lowering himself onto the mattress next to her. She had wriggled up to the pillows without realising it and as the mattress depressed under his weight she curved to face him, bodies pressing hot against one another. Outside the driving rain continued its furious attack, pelting against the building, driven by the gale-force winds. Yet here, in the room, Grace was only aware of Nico and the demands of her body, coming alive to remind her that she was still young and with sexual needs that yearned to be satisfied.
She ran her hand experimentally along his waist, along his thigh and then inwards, tremulously feeling the bristle of his hair as she touched the heavy sacs and then the erection pulsing between them.
She wanted to pass out.
She was so wet for him. The taste of this forbidden fruit was so dangerously sweet. She slid her fingers along his shaft and he groaned again, covering her hand with his, stopping her, telling her that it was too much.
‘Want me to come?’ he joked but his voice was shaky. He cupped her breast and then straddled her, paying attention to the delicate mound that had occupied way too much of his imagination of late. Perfectly shaped, a handful and just about, the pink nipple a perfect disc and swollen with arousal.
He lowered himself to take one nipple into his mouth and its nectar sweetness sent his heated libido into the stratosphere. He suckled on it, licking and rolling his tongue over the stiffened bud while his fingers moved over her flat belly until they found the soft hair at the juncture between her thighs. He slid one finger lower, and Grace let her thighs fall open so that he could insert his finger. He moved it inside her until she was panting and then, with just the right amount of pressure, he gently grooved it over her clitoris and Grace loosed a low groan of pleasure.
Assailed on both fronts, mouth and hands driving her into a frenzy of desire, she could feel herself hurtling towards the edge and weakly tried to regain some control because she wanted him inside her. She didn’t want to come against his questing finger even though her body was on a trajectory that made it hard to resist.
She curled her fingers into his hair and tugged and he obediently unlatched from her nipple but only to torment her more by trailing his tongue over her stomach, finding her belly button and briefly stopping to explore the indent before moving further downwards.
By the time Nico was finally inside her, he had taken her body to heights she had never dreamed possible.
He had teased and licked and drawn sighs and gasps and utterances from her that had sounded alien to her ears.
Fantasy and reality had merged into a crescendo of pent-up longing that was as overpowering as a tsunami. Wrapped up in her little cocoon, plodding the same path every day, Grace was ripe for just the sort of response Nico so effortlessly provoked.
