Sophia

 

 

I sat through dinner quietly watching Nicholas as the weight of the world slowly left his shoulders. We haven't spoken at length about what his relationship with Lilly was like after her sister's death but judging by what I saw tonight; they've turned a corner.

Isla met Lilly at a mom and baby swimming lesson late last year. They hit it off immediately and have since become friends. When Gabriel suggested to her that they host a dinner party, she thought Lilly and her husband Clive would be excited to meet Nicholas because of his notoriety. She had no idea about the history of Lilly and Nicholas. Gabriel was just as stunned when Lilly described their unique bond.

"Tonight went well." Nicholas reaches for my hand. We've been in the car for more than five minutes and neither of us has said a word to the other. He's been deep in thought and I haven't wanted to interrupt that. "I'll see her for lunch in a week or two. I'd like you to be there."

It's an invitation I want to refuse, but I won't. If he wants me by his side, I'll do it. "I can make it."

"Sasha will let you out of the design dungeon for an hour or two?"

I lean against his shoulder as the driver maneuvers the streets of Manhattan toward my apartment. "It's not a dungeon. I love being there."

He squeezes my bare knee. "It's where you belong."

I know he's right. I only spoke to Gabriel briefly about the upcoming exclusive viewing event we have planned for some of Foster Enterprises employees. There won't be more than a dozen people there, but their opinion matters to Gabriel and if I can impress them, the anxiety that has haunted his expression for weeks will ease.

Launching a new line is a monumental and risky undertaking. Doing it with a new designer at the helm comes with even more trepidation.

"I have to sleep sometimes," I joke segueing into the question I've been longing to ask all night. "I wouldn't mind having someone on the other side of the bed tonight."

The raw need in his eyes tells me everything I need to know before he even says a word. "I'll stay."

"Don't expect me to cook you breakfast, Nicholas."

"I'll handle that." He cups my cheek in his hand. "I'll take care of you tonight and tomorrow morning too."

 

***

 

I reach between us and grab his cock, cradling it in my palm. It's semi-hard which is surprising. I went to take a shower, unsure of whether his plan was to fuck or not. His night has been emotional and when he yawned twice on the way back to my apartment, I resigned myself to the fact that he may want to hold me and take comfort in my presence. I didn't assume that we'd make love, but now, I'm not so sure.

"You fell asleep," I whisper against his whisker covered jaw. "You were snoring when I came back in from the shower."

"Bullshit," he growls. "I don't snore."

"Next time I'll record it on my phone."

"You would do that to me, wouldn't you?" His hands find my ass, tugging me closer to his nude body.

"I liked watching you sleep."

"Why?" He inhales deeply. "You smell good. Is that soap or you?"

"Both." I nuzzle closer still. "You look peaceful when you sleep. It's like all those characters that run around in your mind all day have left."

"You think I have characters running around in my mind?"

I push his hardening cock against my bare core. "I see it behind your eyes. You're always plotting. Your mind never shuts down."

"It can't." He circles his hips. "I have too many stories to tell."

"Tell me a story now." I move my legs to gain better access, rubbing his erection against my clit.

"Once upon a time, there was a woman…"

I inch closer still, taking what I can from him. "Keep talking."

"Keep doing what you're doing." He groans deeply. "Can you get off like this?"

I murmur a sound that I'm sure sounds like a yes to him.

"Once upon a time this very good-looking guy with a huge cock met a woman on the subway."

"So this isn't about you?" I throw my head back, enjoying the sensation of the approaching orgasm.

"It's about me." He presses his lips to my neck. "The woman he met was beautiful, smart and he wanted her the second he saw her."

"So he wrote out an invitation to lunch in his own book," I continue even though I'm losing focus on anything but what I'm doing to myself with his cock. "It was a weak move."

"She secretly liked how ballsy he was."

"No, she didn't," I whimper.

He reaches down to grab his cock, his hand circling mine. "She did. She wanted him from the start. She knew he was different. She knew he was the one."

"The one?" I arch my back as the orgasm inches up on me. "What one?"

His hand grabs my ass, tugging me closer still until my clit is pressed so tightly against the side of his cock that I hit the cliff and tumble over.

"The one who loves her." His words weave into my moan as we both grasp for breath.