Boyfriend for Hire(37)

“I’m not usually a romantic guy,” he says, smirking at me. “But for the right girl . . .”

“I am pretty lucky, aren’t I?” I put my arms around his neck, and he gives me a short, sweet kiss. I tighten my hold, wanting him closer, but he pulls back.

“You’re not coming in?” I ask, disappointed.

“This is just for you to relax, to say thank you for being so sweet to me earlier,” he says. “But don’t worry, I’ll still be here when you’re done. And I’ll be picturing you in here, naked.” He winks at me as he pulls the door shut.

I smile to myself as I pull off the T-shirt and slip into the tub, breathing in the rose scent. There’s even a glass of ice water sitting on the counter for me, along with a fluffy white towel.

I can’t believe how thoughtful he is. He’s nothing like the playboy Christine tried to make him out to be. I shake my head, not wanting those thoughts to even enter my brain right now. In this moment, I just want to be happy with Nic.

After a while, I decide I’ve had enough alone time. The warm tub, romantic candles, and calming scent of the bath are making me tingle between my legs, and I want to see Nic again. I towel off and wander into the living room. I find him sitting on the couch, fully clothed again, sipping a water. When he looks up at me, his mouth drops open.

“I got lonely,” I say, watching him take me in. His eyes move from my face, along my curves barely concealed by the towel, down to my legs and back up.

I saunter over to him and kneel in front of him on the floor. He swallows, watching as I unzip his jeans.

“What are you doing?” he asks hoarsely, parting his legs so I can kneel between them.

“Returning the favor from earlier,” I say, pulling down his jeans and boxer briefs to reveal all eight perfect inches of him. Dear God, this man . . .

He’s already hard when I take him in my mouth, and I run my tongue along the tip of his erection. He groans as I move my lips farther and farther down his length, gently caressing his balls as I move my head up and down. He grips my hair in his hands as I move faster, and the sound of his heavy breathing is turning me on more than I expected.

“Fuck, Elle.” He groans, his hand tensing on the back of my neck. “I’m going to come soon,” he says, his breathing ragged as his hands slide down to my shoulders.

I take my mouth off of him and straddle him on the couch. He unknots the towel fastened around me and tosses it onto the floor.

I kiss him, my tongue slipping into his mouth as his hands caress my breasts, teasing my nipples before sliding down my sides and then along my legs. He runs his hand along my inner thigh before touching me gently between my legs. I shudder as his fingers begin to work. He is so talented. So good. At everything.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he groans.

It feels so good that I can’t wait any longer. I pull his hand away and rub myself along his erection, slowly and then faster. We’re both breathing heavily, and when I finally guide him inside me, I let out a moan as his erection fills me. He moves a hand to my breast, pinching my nipple as I rock my hips faster and faster against him.

“You feel so good,” he whispers, moving his hand to my other breast.

I’m rocking harder and harder against him, wanting him fully inside me. He kisses my neck, and I arch my back as he thrusts and grips my backside to pull my hips closer, lifting me up and down over him. I let out a cry as he plunges even deeper inside me, and feel pressure building in my core.

“Don’t stop.” I moan as he thrusts harder, and my head falls back.

Nic bends to kiss my breasts, murmuring sweet little encouragements about how sexy I am riding him. I can’t catch my breath as our bodies rock against each other, and when I come, I lose control, my entire body shuddering with waves of pleasure.

Nic slows his pace, watching me with a hooded gaze. “Fuck. So sexy,” he groans. “Gonna come soon.” Still gripping my ass in both hands, Nic thrusts up, his eyes sinking closed as if this is the best pleasure he’s ever felt. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside me,” I murmur, bringing my lips to his.

He groans again, hugging me close as he finally climaxes.

We don’t move for a few minutes afterward, waiting for our breathing to slow. Nic brushes a strand of hair out of my face, looking into my eyes. His look even sexier than ever, hazy from sex and full of emotion. Slowly, I climb off of him and pull on my towel, knotting it at my breasts again.

He stands up and presses a tender kiss to my lips, then pulls on his briefs and T-shirt. We walk together into his bedroom, and I start to get dressed.

Since he hasn’t asked me to stay, I don’t want to wear out my welcome. Things tonight have been perfect, but I can’t forget about how he disappeared on me a couple of days. The last thing I want to do is rush anything if he’s feeling overwhelmed.

“I should get going. I have to get up early tomorrow.”

I feel his gaze on me as I pull my clothes on, but he doesn’t say anything. It seems like he’s deep in thought, but I decide not to ask about it. There will be time to get answers later. For now, I just want to savor everything that’s happened over the past few hours.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he says as he walks me to the door. He holds the sides of my face and gives me a gentle kiss on the forehead before I leave.