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Unfortunately, I didn’t get to do as much “powering down” as I would have liked – it was more like stopping and starting every few feet as I made the slow crawl out of Manhattan and across the bridge
to Teterboro Airport, where Nick’s private plane was landing. I had never been to Teterboro before, but I imagined Nick Colby spent a lot of time there. He owned a number of private jets, and as such, rarely spent time at any of the “conventional” airports around the city.

Getting to Teterboro proved to be more time-consuming than I’d imagined. 
I’d left early, but the traffic was far worse than I had predicted, and by the time I arrived at the New Jersey airport, Nicholas was already waiting for me out front.

My eyes were wide with surprise when I saw him. I had expected to see one of Nick’s many assistants in tow, carrying his luggage, but he was all alone,
looking devastatingly handsome in his designer suit as he juggled a few oversize bags against his shoulder. 

I pulled the
Maserati over to the pick-up zone, parallel parking between two limousines, and switched off the car. Then I opened the door and climbed out.


Hello there,” Nick said, setting down his bags and coming forward to greet me. He hugged me tightly for a moment, then planted a surprisingly gentle kiss on my lips.

I savored the kiss, enjoying the tender feel of his lips on mine. As he pulled away, he ran his fingers lightly through my hair.

“You look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you,” I instinctively found my hands reaching down to smooth out my dress, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that it had not wrinkled or bunched up in any discernable fashion; it looked as perfect now as
it did when I first put it on.


Thank you for coming,” Nick said. And then, before I could respond, he added, “Mind if I drive?” I handed him the key.

I was feeling slightly anxious. Just being in his presence always made me feel a bit shy. It was a feeling that would wear off as the night progressed, but initially, I always felt nervous and awk
ward when we met.

Nick brushed a lock of hair away from my face. “
I’m glad you found my present,” he said. His eyes scanned the length of my body, drinking me in.

“Not as glad as I was,” I told him. I didn’t add on the embarrassing fact that before changing into this expensive cocktail dress, I’d been wearing an outfit that came from Old Navy’s extended sizes selection.

“That dress suits you perfectly, Violet. When I had it custom made all I could think of was how beautiful you’d look in it. I must say, the real thing surpasses my expectations.”

So he’d had the dress custom made.
That
was why there were no tags in it. I tried to push aside the mental image of Nick giving some designer my measurements (How would he know those, anyway?
I
didn’t even know my own measurements!) and said, “I’ve never owned a custom gown before.”

“I have all my clothes custom made,” Nick said. “You will, too, now that you’re wi
th me.”

I blinked in surprise. Now that you’re with me?
Did that mean what I thought it meant? Or did it mean more? Because what I
thought
it meant was, ‘Now that you’re with me for thirty days,’ but offering someone the use of a custom tailor for only a few weeks seemed a little strange. Then again, Nick was known for his whims, just as much as he was known for his extravagances. And while I found it hard to believe that someone would go “all-in” for a relationship that was only meant to last for one month, I knew Nicholas Colby and I didn’t think the same way on such things.

There was a reason the press referred to him as “a young George Clooney.” And it wasn’t just because of his looks and charisma. It was because Nick was known, like Clooney, to sweep a woman off her feet, make her his everything, his entire world, and then let her go at the drop of a hat – immediately moving on to someone new.

It was a thought I tried to keep myself from dwelling on, but at times it was impossible. Just a quick Google search of Nicholas Colby (and, yes, I will sadly admit now that I have done that) will turn up photos of him on the arms of half a dozen supermodels. It’s a tough thing to compete with, and an even tougher thing to understand.

Despite being forthcoming in a number of areas, Nick was also maddeningly elusive.

Oh, God, how I wished I could read him!

I had never been more confused by any man in all my life.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Nick said, opening the passenger’s side door, and leading me into the car.. “I’ll take care of the bags.”

“Do you need any help?” I asked.

“No, I’ve got them.”

He shut the door behind me and
went around to place his bags in the trunk. A few moments later, we were pulling out of Teterboro and heading back toward Manhattan.

Nick expertly maneuvered th
e Maserati through the crushing traffic.

“How did you like driving?” he asked.

“It was awesome,” I told him, grinning from ear to ear.

“That’s not something I could ask of too many New Yorkers,” Nick laughed. “Most of them don’t even know where to find the ignition switch.”

I laughed. “I’m not a New Yorker.”

“You’ve lived here three years. I’d say that qualifies you,” he told me.

Wait a minute….

“How’d you know I’ve lived here three years?”

“I know all the pertinent details about you, Violet.”

“Do you, now?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“Every single one.” He turned and winked, and I felt my heart flutter.

“How was your trip?” I asked.

Nick frowned slightly. “Not as productive as I would have hoped. Things are…difficult over there.”

“Difficult?” I asked. “
Where is ‘over there,’ anyway? You never said.”

“London. And, yes, they’re exceedingly difficult. But it’s
something I’d rather not get into at the moment.”

There was an awkward sile
nce as his words hung in the air. Nick slowed down as the traffic on the I-95 grew thicker.

“You’ve been traveling a lot lately,” I remarked.
“I thought this was your rare free time where you were getting to stay in the city?”


All of these trips have been unexpected. I wish I could stay in New York.” 

I laughed.
“That’s
all
I do, is stay in New York,” I told him. “I haven’t been anywhere since I took a vacation to Jamaica last year.” 

“Ah, Jamaica,” He smiled. “One of these days, I need to get away for pleasure,
rather than business.

We were a
pproaching the entrance to the bridge that would take us to Manhattan.

“Speaking of pleasure….” Nick suddenly took a turn, veering away in the opposite direction.

I was startled by this unannounced change of events. “Are we going somewhere first?” I asked.

“Indeed we are,” he said, a wicked glint in his eyes.

“Oh?”

“There’s a building over here that I recently acquired,” he explained. “It’s a luxury apartment complex and they have one of the best views of the New York Skyli
ne. I’d love to show it to you.”

I smiled.
“I’d love to see it.”

True to his word, Nick’s building
was breathtaking. Easily forty stories tall (which was unusual for this part of New Jersey) with a sleek, modern design, the Colby Industries apartment high-rise screamed “luxury” from the word go. As soon as Nick pulled the car up in front, no fewer than three doormen came running out to greet us.

“Mr. Colby!” they gushed. “We weren’t aware you were coming
tonight. Is there anything we can get you?”

“It’s quite all right, Tom,” Nick said,
rolling down the window so he could address the head doorman. “I’d like to take Violet up to the rooftop deck.”

“But
, of course. Have a good evening.”

Nick steered the car away from the curb, and pulled off toward the back of the building.

“You’re going to love this,” Nick said. He steered the Maserati onto a small, elevator located behind the building. “Most people don’t know you can drive up to the top,” he said. “But that’s one of the things I like best about this place.”

The top?

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“You’ll see.

A few minutes later the elevator had made it to the
44th floor, and we pulled out onto a large rooftop deck overlooking the city. Nick drove the Maserati right up to the edge, stopping inches away from the railing.

I thought
, perhaps, Nick wanted to get out and look around, but I was mistaken. He reached across and stopped me as I tried to unlock the door. 

“Don’t you want to get out and look at the view?” I asked.

“I have all the view I want right here,” he told me.

I shivered, even though it
was a warm June night.

"Push the seat back, Violet,” Nick instructed.
I obliged and moved the passenger's seat back as far as it would go. Nick took the keys out of the ignition and turned to face me. His eyes were transfixed on mine. “Violet….” His voice sounded almost pained. “I knew you would look beautiful in that dress, but I never could have imagined….I didn’t know it would do this to me.”

This?

He moaned softly. “Do you even realize?”

Before I could respond, Nick climbed across the car, until he was
directly on top of me. He kissed me, passionately, but oh-so-briefly on the lips and then, without lingering, slid down to the passenger’s seat floor, so that he was kneeling between my legs.

His hands moved up my legs, massaging my calves, then moving up to my thighs, and then, his hands came to a rest just beneath my belly button, at the top of my panties. Nick curled his fingers underneath the lace band, and, then, slowly, purposefully, began sliding my panties lower down my body.

“Wait….we can’t.”

"I want to
taste you,” he said.

“Now?” I asked.

“Since the moment I got off the plane,” he said, kissing my neck.

Oh, God.
I wanted it
soooooo
bad! I was
dying
for him to go there.

But
I had never done anything like this in the car before. Nick didn’t have tinted windows. I was incredibly turned on, but I couldn’t shake the idea that someone might see us.


Why don’t we go home. It’s not that far.”

The look on Nick’s face told me that it was entirely too far, but I still wasn’t convinced.
If the windows on the Maserati had been darkened, if they offered us some form of concealment, it would have been one thing. But if any of the tenants came upon us they’d be able to look in and see exactly what was happening.


I can’t wait that long,” Nick said, hungrily.

“Um, I guess. If you insist….”

“I
more
than insist,” He said. And before I even knew what was happening, his hands were underneath my butt, lifting me – all 200+ pounds – off the seat so he could slide my panties the rest of the way down. He pulled them off so quickly he nearly ripped them, supporting my body the entire time as if I weighed nothing.

I sighed, lying back in the seat, and spreading my legs slightly to give him better access.

I felt nervous at first as Nick kissed his way up my legs. He didn’t waste any time, just dove right in as though he’d been be hungrily waiting to devour me all night. I leaned back as I felt his fingers part my lips and then he started licking me. As his mouth made contact with my slit, a moan escaped my lips. I reached down and grabbed Nick’s hair, holding on tightly as his tongue traced long, firm circles around my clit.

“Ahhh.”

He began licking faster, more eagerly.

“Nick, oh, ahhhhh, that feels so good.”

He teased the area around my clit for what felt like ages, moving his tongue delicately, but firmly, all around my sweet spot without daring to touch it. When his tongue finally made contact with my clit, the sensation was mind-blowing, almost like an explosion had gone off in my pussy. He continued expertly, flicking his tongue back and forth across my clit. It was all I could do to keep from screaming with pleasure. I started bucking wildly, grinding hard against his face. I no longer cared about where we were or who saw; it felt amazing and I wanted more!

I knew I would come fast…I had been waiting so long and the pressure was building up so intensely…so I decided to make the most of it. I parted me legs wider, giving his tongue better access.

And instantly, I knew.

“Oh, God!
I’m gonna come!”
I screamed

Nick
dove in farther, locking his lips around my clit, and sucking lightly, while simultaneously inserting to fingers into my pussy.

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