CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Fiona

I was sitting up in bed watching an old movie on television when the intercom buzzed on the desk-set phone on the nightstand. I glanced at the clock built into the phone. It was nearly midnight. I picked up the phone and pressed the intercom button.

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry to bother you so late, Mrs. Cassidy,” the doorman said. “But there is a delivery for you in the lobby.”

“A delivery? At this time of the night?”

“Yes, ma’am. It’s a gentleman with a box.”

“What kind of box?”

“Um, well, ma’am, it’s… Krispy Kreme donuts. Should I allow him up?”

“Yes,” I said with a smile. “Let him up, right away.”

* * *

I put on a robe over my sheer nightgown and quickly checked myself in the bathroom mirror. I had already scrubbed off my makeup and my hair was a mess, but there wasn’t much I could do about it now. I quickly brushed my teeth and trotted to the foyer just as the private elevator doors slid open. There stood Nick Patron, holding a box of Krispy Kreme donuts between his hands with a smile on his handsome face.

“Did you know that Krispy Kreme is open twenty-four hours a day?” he asked, stepping off the elevator.

“Yes, I did.”

“And did you know nothing says I’m sorry like a box of Krispy Kremes?”

I felt the breath catch in my throat. Tears stung at my eyes, but I willed them back. I held out my hands to take the box, but he didn’t let it go. I gazed into his eyes to ask, “And why are you sorry, exactly?”

“For being a total fucking idiot,” he said, his fingers inching over mine on the sides of the box. “I just had a little chat with Kyle. He told me you were separated when we were together. He said you’d kicked him out for good. I’m sorry I ever believed otherwise.”

I glanced at the knuckles of his right hand. They were scraped, as if he’d hit a brick wall. “You talked to Kyle? Oh, my god, did you hit him?” The thought made me want to smile. I bit my lip instead.

“Let’s just say we had a brief conversation to clear the air, but he’s fine, though he may have to toss out his underwear. I’m pretty sure it was thoroughly stained by the time we were done.”

“And Danny O?”

He made a pained face and sucked in air through his teeth. “I’m afraid Danny didn’t fare nearly as well as Kyle. He’ll be fine though, once his nose and balls heal.”

“Oh my,” I said, giggling. I tugged at the box. “So, what does this mean?”

His round shoulders rose and fell with his breath. “This means that I really like being with you, Fiona, and I hope you like being with me.” He gazed dreamily into my eyes. “I’d like to spend more time with you. No strings, no schedule, no expectations. Just two people spending time together to see where things might lead.”

“I would like that,” I said, tugging the box from his hands. I opened the lid to look inside. “There are six cream-filled and six glazed.” I grinned at him. “There is something sexy about cream and glaze.”

“There certainly is,” he said, stepping close enough to press his lips to my mine. “Do you know another cool thing about Krispy Kreme donuts?”

“No, what?”

“They’ll keep just fine in the fridge till morning.”

I closed my eyes and let his tongue slide into my mouth, then pulled back and took his tie in my hand. I tugged him toward the kitchen.

“Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“I’m going to put these in the fridge, then let you apologize for real.”

* * *

Nick eased himself down on top of me. I spread my legs so he could rub his long, hard cock against my wet pussy. He braced himself on his elbows to kiss me as my hands went around to clutch his ass cheeks. He moved his hips back and forth, sliding the full length of his shaft against me, from balls to tip. Each time slid over my clit tingles of electricity shot through my body.

“I missed you,” he said quietly, his lips on mine.

“Prove it,” I said, sighing into his mouth. “Fuck me.”

“With pleasure.” Nick arched his back and I reached between us to guide the head of his cock into my hole. I swirled it around to lube it up, then let go. My hands went back to his ass, pulling him into me.

Nick slid in slowly, an inch at a time, until he couldn’t fit anymore. I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate him. It was wonderfully painful for an instant, then simply wonderful.

I bit into Nick’s shoulder as he started sliding his cock in and out, in and out, in and out. Every nerve in my body stood on end as he filled me with his girth. He mashed his lips to mine, then pushed up on his palms. My hands came around to his chest. His nipples were like hard little pebbles. I squeezed them until he moaned.

“Fuck… so tight…”

“So big…” I moaned, smiling at him.

I felt the heat becoming a fire inside my cunt. The fire became an inferno as the orgasm built to release. “God… Nick… I’m cumming…”

I arched my back and Nick sped up his thrusts. The bed shook, the headboard slammed into the wall. My breasts bounced on my chest.

“Fuck… cumming…” Nick moaned. I opened my eyes to watch him cum. The muscles across his shoulders and chest and arms pumped. He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. He pushed his cock as far inside me as it would go and exploded, filling me with his hot, milky goodness. He held his cock deep inside me for a moment, then his body relaxed. He opened his eyes and smiled.

“Now you’re cream-filled,” he said.

“And you’re covered with my glaze.”

He lowered his lips to mine. We both sighed at the same time.

“I’m sorry,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine.

I pulled him close and whispered in his ear.

“Apology accepted. Now shut up and kiss me.”