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“You know, I can come back, or you can call me later.”
“Thank you, Margaret. I’ll take over from here and see you out.” He disappeared with her out of the room.
I ran my hand down my face and shook my head as my heart beat wildly in excitement. Paul made many decisions without me. He gave me things an honorable person would turn down. But deep down, I wanted to jump around and cheer. His taste was exquisite. The architecture and design were up there with places I drooled over in design magazines. There were plenty of times I admired women on the streets of NYC wearing designer clothes, well-manicured and pedicured, shopping, living in loft buildings, and eating at the best restaurants. It was like I’d catapulted into first class when I only knew economy. It was indulgent, over-the-top, and too much.
He walked back in, and my pulse picked up. He’d removed his jacket, and I could see the cut of his muscular arms and a bit of smooth chest hair. He was devastatingly handsome. His expression was expectant, and I knew he wanted an answer from me.
I jutted my chin. “I don’t think I should stay here, and I want you to return me to the dorms. I can’t afford this place, and it makes me feel like a gold-digging prostitute.”
I went for a cruel description of his planned arrangement because it was the truth. Then again, with Dad’s new surgery and the mortgage, my parents weren’t out of the woods financially, even with the enormous hospital bill paid.
This whole scenario was ridiculous. Had I not known what Sophie did, I’d believe this sort of stuff only happened in fiction. I was so torn, though. After watching my parents love each other so beautifully these last seventeen years, how could I not be?
And that was the crux of the issue.
Did I want this man? Yes, very much. But I could also be honest with myself and know I’d be very disappointed when, as Sophie suggested, Paul no longer wanted me. When I would no longer keep his attention.
But at the end of the day, if it was heartbreak for me and financial stability for my parents, wasn’t that a risk I should be prepared to take?How I wished I had a close girlfriend to talk this over with.
Paul’s jaw ticked, and he placed his hands on his hips. “I decide what to give you, not you. Do you like it?”
“It’s not that it’s not beautiful. It’s amazing. I absolutely love this place. The style is just what I’ve dreamed of, but I didn’t earn it, and it feels wrong. I mean, who am I to get all this when you don’t know me? I’d get used to this lifestyle and mourn it when you no longer want to keep me. Please be reasonable, Paul.”
His bright eyes dulled, and his lips turned downward. “One of my biggest regrets was not stepping in to help Aubrey when I met her. She worked through the cruelest abuse daily from her family while she worked as an assistant. Back then, I tried to play a modern man, leaving her to live in squalor while I lived like a king. I refuse to do that again. Where you stay is nonnegotiable, and I want you here. I’ll put in our arrangement to buy you an apartment after. I want you here.” He drew in a breath and walked away from me to look out at the skyline.
After. He’d buy me an apartment after…
However, I couldn’t ignore Paul’s pain, which was so raw. I now understood that he was spoiling me to make up for past regrets. Aubrey seemed to have had it hard, and I felt sorry for her, even though I didn’t know her. He was insanely generous and stubborn, but his heart was in the right place.
I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “I’m sorry I upset you. You know my history and that I didn’t grow up in a wealthy environment. I was delighted, so don’t hear me complaining. But this level of opulence and grandeur is far beyond what I’m used to.” I needed to lighten this situation and show Paul how grateful I was. “And I feel likeI need to put my foot down now before I become an insufferable brat,” I joked.
“I can handle you,” he murmured, and placed his hand over mine. “I like you being affectionate.”
“Please, kiss me,” I whispered.
He spun me around and grabbed the back of my head to seal his lips to mine. His kiss was blazing electric fire, and…wow. I was shocked and consumed. He backed me against the windows and parted my lips as my hands drifted to his broad shoulders. He tantalized me as his tongue explored the depths of my mouth. He kissed me with strength, confidence, and skill, deepening it with slick, sensual licks.
Pressing the front of his body against mine, I could feel the indents of his ripped muscles and the warmth of his skin. His scent surrounded me, and he smelled incredible. I moaned into his mouth, stroking my tongue against his. Mmm. My body clenched hard, and I wasn’t the only one affected.
His erection pressed between us, and it was big. He moved his hands under my dress and gripped my bare ass, lifting me higher to line us up. My legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed in, rolling his hips and rocking his erection against my clit.
I dug my heels into his back and moaned as pleasure began to build and every targeted stroke against my clit brought a new sensation of pleasure that grew intense.Could I come like this?
I was so lost, pushing against the hardness of the front of his trousers, wanting him to take his cock out. I moved with such an intense desire I never knew I was capable of experiencing. “Paul, oh,” I cried and moaned, digging my nails into his shoulders, unable to stop writhing against his sweet, intimate rubs.
“That’s right, Nadia.” His voice between pants was low. He then groaned, which added to the pleasure building inside me.Sweat broke across my body, and I couldn’t stop moving or thinking beyond the ecstasy within my reach.
“Don’t stop,” I sobbed.
“Let go, baby,” he moaned and sucked on my tongue as he pushed his erection hard against me. Bliss came like a broken dam. I writhed and vibrated as he gripped me tight, keeping me firm to ride out the orgasm that shook me as I came on him.
My shock gave way to embarrassment. When he placed me back down, I was dizzy on my feet, and my skin felt like it was on fire. And while he hadn’t come, he was panting as hard as me. His shirt was creased, and his pants had a wet spot from my arousal.
I winced. “I’ve ruined your clothes.”
He cupped my face, his eyes focused on mine. “Never be ashamed with me. I loved feeling you come in my arms like that. Besides, I’ve got plenty of clothes.”
I peered at him through my lashes. “I’ve never come…like that.”
