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“Nick!” I yelped as he moved dangerously close, far closer than he’d ever been before. The heat of his cock sat bent in his hand, almost grazing my stomach as I palmed my pussy. I didn’t move an inch, not wanting to lose the game.
He looked down at my card on the floor.
“Read it for me,” he breathed me in. “Ask me what the card says, because I’m fucking dying to tell you.”
I peeked over at it, the innocent question so simple and sweet compared to how hot we just got.
I trembled.
‘“What outfit do I look the sexiest in?’” I muttered near his lips.
“Would you believe me if I said it? If I told you this: a pink robe, a towel in your hair, green cream on your face… you. You from this morning. You from last week with the red sweater and gold hoop earrings. You from the summer, with your white tank top and your small—oh so fucking tight—denim shorts. It’s you, it’s your curly hair, your red lips, and brown eyes… eyes that are more caramel than cinnamon, a color that I have carefully and constantly contemplated about.”
“Nick?” I wanted to fall back, but was already against the elevator wall: blushing, hot with a sticky sweat that took over my entire body. “Me?”
“Do you really think I’m cute?” he asked.
My eyes watered. Sad? Excited? Overwhelmed?
“Yes. I do,” I said timidly.
“And what if I told you I felt the same? What if I told you that the biggest lie I ever said to get to someone was with you? That I could’ve fixed your sink by now, but have delayed it, just so that I could see you more, or that all this food I got tonight wasn’t just for me, but for us. What if I told you that in that paper bag behind us were all the ingredients for coquito, that I wanted to make you feel like you were home again? Everything I do is secretly for you because I want you, and even though I know it’s dangerous to get involved, I’ll do it, because I’d rather lose you now, than live another second not telling you how I feel.” He gravitated closer, his breath sweet like rum and mint.
“You mean that Nick? You did all this for me?” I tried not to cry, resisting the urge to leap up and kiss him.
“Just for you, Elena. I want to do everything for you… I wanted to spend tonight with you… which is a much better holiday than anything I could’ve imagine… and that’s why we’re still stuck here.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, more curious than concerned.
“It means… if I told you I could’ve really fixed this elevator by now, would you be mad me?”
His confession settled into my chest, a bombshell truth that caused my eyes to water. It was crazy, it was wild, but most of all, it was something that felt so endearing, only because it was Nick—my Nick—a man who never once judged me like I judged myself.
“I could never be mad at you.” Nick leaned in, his forehead settling onto mine. His breath, his touch, his heat, turned me on and made me throb. “You lost the game.” I grinned, noting that he was the first to make contact.
“Did I?” he smiled. “Maybe I actually just won?”
“Maybe...”
“And do you want me to open the elevator?” He leaned in further, his lips settling into mine, pressing deep into a passionate moan as his cock slipped free and onto my stomach. I rubbed myself, kissing him back, tasting what I always imagined but could never prepare for. He was a god, he was an angel, mischievous yet sweet. He was Nick—fucking—Stafford.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned. “Not until we’re done.”
8
Nick
#8 He Knows Me Inside and Out
Of all the wrong things to do, of all the warning signs I learned from my sister and her divorce—how not to be involved with those who you work around, live around—this was the test I knew I’d fail. It was wrong to lie to Elena, and it was wrong to touch her, but fuck if I couldn’t resist the urge to graze my finger—hell, my pinky—across the smooth, tanned spot right above her bellybutton.
“I should be patient. I should be gentle, but it’s so goddamn hard not to devour you.” I growled into her curls, her arms wrapped around my shoulders. “I feel like I’ve waited for so long, and the longer it’s been, the hungrier I’ve gotten.” Slowly my pants fell loose as I kicked off my boots, standing tall against Elena’s soft skin, her chin raised to my chest as I brushed my nose down from her head and onto her cheek.
“Just kiss me. Lift me and let me taste your lips. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long,” she whined sweetly. “Savor it. Savor me.”
“Every inch.” I claimed her, her ass mantled onto my palms as I pushed my weight against her and the elevator wall, wedging her near the railing for support. “You’re so fucking hot, Elena… so, so hot. I can feel it between your legs.” I kissed those pouty red lips that had always belonged to me, stifling my need to fuck her hard, from thrusting the entirety of my erection right into her little slit. Savoring wasn’t just what she wanted, it’s what she needed—my complete appreciation of the only moment I ever dreamed of.
“You can really feel me?” she shuddered, surprised.
