Boyfriend for Hire(43)
He laughs. “Yeah, I guess the job did have some perks. Although, I’ll probably have to sell it now.”
I put my arms around him. “Whatever happens next for you, I know you’ll be great,” I say, burying my face in his chest. “Besides, I’ll be there to help.”
When I lift my gaze to stare into his eyes, he shakes his head with a smile. “How’d I get this lucky?”
“Just wait until you see what I have planned for you later,” I say with a wink, turning to walk inside.
“I think I have an idea.” He smirks, giving my butt a slap.
We laugh, and as I walk into my apartment, I can’t help but think how far we’ve come from the first time he came here. I smile to myself, thinking how embarrassed I was about getting too drunk, and how understanding he was about it.
“Take a seat. I have a bottle of malbec in the kitchen,” I say, gesturing for Nic to sit on the couch. I pour us each a glass of wine and hand one to Nic, settling in next to him.
“Your apartment looks even better than before,” he says, looking around the room. “Or maybe it’s just more pleasant in here because you aren’t puking in the bathroom right now.”
“Hey,” I say in mock offense as he smirks at me. “I think after the other day, we’re even when it comes to the drinking.”
“Touché.” He grins.
“So, that night, after the wedding, did you actually want to sleep with me? Or were you just trying to make sure I had fun?” I ask tentatively. I believe he does love me, but you can’t blame me for being curious about some of the details.
“You have no idea how much I wanted to.” He rubs the back of his neck with his hand. “I felt so bad that you were sick, but in a way, I was relieved, because I knew it would be wrong to sleep with you.”
I nod, everything making more sense now. “I know you probably don’t want to talk about it, but I have to ask.” I bite my lip. “Why’d you take the escort job in the first place?”
“I want to be completely honest with you, so feel free to ask anything,” he says, watching me intently. “The escort thing just kind of happened. My friend owns the company, and he offered me the job. I was a natural, and the money was so good that I stuck around and never really had a reason to leave.” He pauses. “Until you.”
I swallow as I listen. It makes sense, and honestly, who am I to judge his choices?
“What about everything you told me about your dreams? Do you really want to build houses?”
“That part was all true,” he says, nodding. “It’s always been my dream.”
“Then you should do that,” I say, and take a sip of my wine. “Remember our pact? I’m taking the bar after this review course is over, so it’s time you hold up your end.”
“Well, I can’t break the pact now, can I?” He smiles, staring into my eyes again.
I scoot closer to him so our bodies are touching. When our lips meet, electricity shoots through me. My lips part as his tongue enters my mouth, and I grip the back of his head. He moves his hands along my arms, sending a shiver through me and straight between my legs. He grabs my hips, pulling me closer against him, and I let out a quiet moan.
I’m totally consumed by him, and it’s like I’m kissing him for the first time again. But it’s even better, because this time it’s all real.
Chapter Twenty
Nic
I pull Elle closer, relishing the feel of her body pressing into mine, our limbs intertwining. We strip each other down to our underwear, so slowly and carefully, it feels like my heart might explode. Every single one of my nerve endings wants me to just rip her clothes off and ravage every inch of her skin.
But after what we’ve been through, how much she’s willing to overcome to be with me, I know I need to take this one slowly. I need to show her how much she means to me, how much her forgiveness means.
She reaches for the waistband of my briefs, her fingertips dipping below the elastic, but before she can find her target, I take both her hands in one of mine. Guiding her body until her back is against the wall, I raise her hands over her head. I want to worship every part of her.
“Not yet, baby,” I murmur, my lips at her throat.
With my free hand, I unhook her bra and let it fall to the floor. Bringing my mouth to her neck, I suckle on her tender skin while massaging her full, round breast, gently teasing her nipple. Elle lets out a little moan, trying to free her hands to touch me, but I hold them in place. I want her to touch me—of course I do. But right now, this isn’t about that. This is about her.
Elle whimpers in frustration, trading the use of her hands for the use of her body. She wriggles against me, rolling her hips into the growing bulge by my thigh. My cock twitches at her touch, causing a low groan to escape from deep within me, and I smile against her neck.
Clever girl. Looks like I really have met my match.
Releasing her hands from over her head, I take two handfuls of her ass and lift her into the air. She instinctively wraps her legs around my waist, her arms following suit around my neck. Our lips meet with more urgency this time, our tongues dancing around each other as I walk us to the bed. She runs her fingers through my hair, her nails dragging over my scalp and neck, sending a chill down my spine.