Immediately, she bucked in his arms. “Oh my God, Nick, I...”
She broke apart in his arms with his tongue on her, making her crazy. Shivers wracked her body as the orgasm took hold. Her sweet center tried to hold onto his tongue with pulsing grabs.
Nick kissed up her body, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, before standing to rid himself of his boxers. But not before grabbing a condom. His bloody hands shook. Fuck. When was the last time he was nervous?
He rolled on the condom quickly before joining her back on the bed. As he kissed her again, he gently rocked into her inch by inch, marking her as his. She clutched at his shoulders, whisper-chanting his name over and over again as he sank into her.
Eventually, he turned them over so he lay on his back with her riding him. He was too close, and he needed her to come again. She needed more than one turn, as far as he was concerned. And besides, as she rode him, he could see those spectacular breasts better. She gently rocked over him and he reached between their joined bodies to find the bundle of nerves that would send her soaring. With gentle circles of his thumb, he pressed against her.
In seconds, Selena’s inner walls squeezed and pulsed around his cock. Oh shit. Oh fuck. As she tossed her head back he said “God, you’re so damn beautiful.” When his body jerked, the orgasm imminent, he gazed up at her and knew he would never forget how she tasted. How she felt like home.
30
Selena stirred, yawning and stretching beneath the sheets. Her mind struggled to clear from the sex-induced haze. Every time she blinked, all she saw was Nick, and her body ached in places she didn't even know she had muscles. Hell, that was a better workout than she ever had with Gus.
What the hell were you thinking? She hadn’t been thinking. That had sort of been the point. He’d been so angry when she’d told the story of her scar. The last thing on earth she’d expected was for him to kiss her. Or for anything else that had happened to happen.
She was exhausted. Sleep hadn’t really been on the agenda last night. Heat flushed her body as memories of Nick hovering over her played through her mind. She reached out and patted the bed behind her but it was empty. Peeling her eyes open, she checked for signs of him. She hadn’t heard him leave. Had he been in that much of a hurry? Or maybe he’d understood what they were meant to be doing in Paris, even if she forgot for the night. She spotted a note on her bedside table and unfolded it, blinking several times to adjust her eyes.
It’s 4am. I’m going back to my room, otherwise neither of us will get any sleep. You’re too damn tempting lying there naked. Besides, I figured it would be safer for you if no one saw me doing the walk of shame tomorrow morning. Selena smiled as a hot flush burned her cheeks. Let’s get back to our business after today’s official business. See you at breakfast. X
Selena lay back and sighed. Sex with Nick was like waking up on Christmas morning. Just the thought of it had her soft and ready again, but this was stupid. The biggest meeting of her career was happening in a few hours and her head was foggy with lust. But it was more than just the sex, last night was the first night in a long time that she’d truly just relaxed and had fun. She hadn’t cared about anything except stuffing her face with croissant and enjoying the city…with him.
Get a grip. Get your head out of your knickers and into business mode. Don’t let a man, even one as sexy as Nick, derail your work.
She looked at the clock and groaned. Damn. It was later than she hoped.
Half an hour later, she was back in boss mode, at least what she hoped was boss mode and not freshly fucked mode. Her chic grey dress clung to her curves and her honey hair was piled up in a neat bun as always. Should she brave it and go down to the hotel breakfast room where chances were she’d have to watch Nick eat? The thought of seeing his tongue lick a crumb off his lips was too much. She knew what those lips tasted like. She picked up the phone and dialed.
Later she’d get it together. Right now, she needed a few more minutes to gather herself and get her mind in the game.
“Can I please have room service breakfast? Just a selection of fruit and a croissant would be great, thanks.”
After the porter brought her a silver tray, she sat at the small table and chair by the large windows and ate while admiring the Parisian shuttered windows across the street. Paris. It’s chic. It oozes style, but in an understated way. They are going to love our eye shadow pallets. We’ve got this in the bag.
She finished up, pulled on her navy Gucci Mack, fastened by a gold buckle, which pinched the coat in perfectly at her waist, and made her way down to the hotel’s main entrance. You are in charge. You are in control. You will own this meeting. All part of her standard girl-power mantra. Too bad an errant And don’t look at Nick also intruded.
Her stomach was knotted with nerves for fear she would give away the sexy secret as soon as she was face-to-face with him. Don’t make eye contact. But that was impossible. Don’t get caught up in a silly fling. He probably does this all the time. But it was too late for that wasn’t it? She’d already let that genie into the bed. And the problem was, she didn’t want to kick it out again.
There he was, chatting with Nancy by the elaborate entrance, sunlight eclipsing around his muscular frame. Their black Mercedes was ready and waiting to take the trio to Mada’s headquarters downtown.
“Morning Miss Day,” Nick said with a quirk of his lips.
Avoiding his eyes, Selena murmured, “Morning. You don’t have to call me that.” She shook her head. This was awkward. Exactly why you shouldn’t have shagged your intern. But was it bloody worth it? Hell yes. Even if neither of them ever spoke of this again, at least for a night, she’d felt beautiful, desired.
Nancy reached out and straightened Selena’s collar, like a mother hen. “You look nervous,” Nancy commented. “That’s not like you. What’s wrong? Didn’t you get enough sleep? I told you to take a sleeping pill. But you never listen.”
Selena swallowed, her mouth dry, aware of Nick’s gaze on her. He was the whole reason she hadn’t gotten any sleep. “I suppose I am nervous,” she admitted. “It’s a big day for us. It has to go well.”
She shot Nick a brief glance and licked her lips, remembering his taste.
The short car ride was narrated by Nancy discussing her delicious breakfast eggs and what a peaceful sleep she had that night. Can this car go any faster? Selena wondered. Five minutes later, they pulled up at the huge office building where they were met by Pierre’s assistant and shown up in an immaculately polished elevator.
Selena flinched when Nick gently took her elbow as they exited the elevator. She met his gaze and he whispered, “You’re going to nail this. Stop worrying.”
A warm wave of calm washed over her and the tension in her shoulders eased. He was right. She was going to nail this. There was a reason her father had left everything to her. She was more than ready for this.
Selena bent over the desk, handing samples to Pierre Berest. Nick couldn’t take his eyes off her ass. In his defence, it was in his line of sight as he sat in a chair to her left. He couldn’t help it. The fabric gripped her seductively, causing tingles down the back of his neck at the memory of his hands on her naked flesh the night before. He shook his head. Focus.