Boyfriend for Hire(44)

When we reach the bed, I gently place her on her back. Slowly peeling her panties away from her body, I leave a trail of kisses down her hips and legs. Once they’re off, I step out of my briefs, releasing my rock-hard cock. Elle smiles hungrily at the sight, propping herself on her elbows so her perfect breasts are on full display.

“God, Nic . . .”

I lower my body over hers, my hands resting on either side of her as our lips meet, the supple skin of her breasts brushing against my chest. I turn to lie on my side and Elle does the same, our legs intertwining, my cock pressing into her stomach.

Our kisses deepen, my hand tangling in her hair as I guide her mouth over mine. Her body begins writhing in rhythm with our kisses, her skin rubbing against my erection, driving me absolutely crazy.

Sliding my hand down over her body, I slip a finger between her legs, gently caressing her. She’s so wet, I’m immediately even more turned on. Dipping two fingers inside her, I pump them slowly in and out, moving my mouth to her chest as Elle throws her head back with a low moan.

As I continue working in and out of her center, she brings a warm hand to my cock, spreading the few beads of pre-cum over the head. I let out a low groan as she pulls along the length of my shaft, sending a shock wave through my whole body.

Elle comes within moments, her body tensing around my fingers with her cries. Once her orgasm subsides, I position myself closer and carefully slide inside her, ready to make her come all over again.

“You feel so tight, baby. So good,” I say on a groan.

“Nic.” She exhales heavily, her eyes locked on mine. “More.”

I obey, pumping my hips harder, giving her my full length until Elle’s whimpers become moans of pleasure and her body tightens around mine, squeezing and milking me until I follow her over the edge.

We lie there entangled in each other until our breathing normalizes, and I press my lips to her forehead.

“That was fucking incredible.”

I rise from the bed and pad naked into the bathroom, where I retrieve a wad of tissues to hand to Elle.

She wipes between her legs, and then rises on her knees to give me a quick kiss before going to the bathroom to clean up. I hear the water running, and she returns a few minutes later and crawls into bed next to me. Curling into my side, she rests her head on my chest.

After a moment, she giggles and looks up at me, amusement dancing in her eyes. “You know, this explains a lot, actually.”

I raise an eyebrow and cock my head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“For starters, why you’re so good at sex,” she says, and we laugh.

I nod, running my fingers through her hair. “I had a lot of it, sure, but it was never like this.”

“Like what?”

“Never this good. Never on this level. Trust me, it’s so much better with you. Honestly, I didn’t know it could be this good.”

Elle smiles, lifting her head and pressing her lips to mine. “You’re sweet. You’re probably also full of shit, but you’re sweet.”

My expression turns serious and I touch her cheek. “Never doubt this. Us. Fuck, I promise you I’ve never felt anything remotely this good.”

“Nic . . .”

I kiss her again, loving the feel of her smiling against my lips.

We lie there for what feels like hours, laughing and talking and cuddling. I’ve had a lot of sex, but I’ve never had this effortless intimacy afterward. I’ve never been this comfortable with a woman before, and it’s perfect. More perfect than I ever imagined it could be.

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“Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

I stop at the corner outside the upscale diner, taking both of Elle’s hands in mine and looking into her eyes.

“For the forty-second time, yes, Nic. I’m sure I’m ready.”

“You don’t have to just say that, you know. I can call right now and cancel. I’m really good at coming up with last-minute excuses.”

Elle smiles, her eyes crinkling a little at the corners like they do when she’s being patient with me. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? You’ve given me every chance possible to get out of this breakfast since we scheduled it last week.”

“Of course I’m ready for this. I just don’t want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable or like I’m rushing you—”

Before I can finish, Elle cuts me off with a kiss, giving my hands a reassuring squeeze. When we part, she looks into my eyes, wiping the traces of her lip gloss from my mouth with her thumb.

“I’m exactly where I want to be.”

“Well, in that case, let’s do this.”

We walk hand in hand the few feet to the front door of the diner, and I hold the door open for her. Once we’re inside, I scan the room, my gaze landing on the familiar older couple sitting in one of the wooden booths. My parents are already here. Mom has chin-length gray hair and high cheekbones, and Dad has wire-framed glasses and a well-kept gray beard.

My mom sees me first, her eyes lighting up as a smile spreads across her face. I lead Elle toward them, my heart pounding harder than I thought it would.

Jesus.

When we reach the table, Mom stands and throws her arms around me, squeezing my neck and planting a kiss on my cheek. “Oh, my Nicco, it’s so good to see you!” she squeals.