Not Quite Juliet: A Club Imperial Novel (Silver Soul Book 1) (10 page)

Nick took my arm and walked me over to a table. “Are you okay? I didn’t know you’d get so angry over the bill. I’ll let you pay next time.”

I waved him off. “Not you, not your fault. Sorry. Just give me a minute.” I put a hand on my forehead and took a few deep breaths. I had to remember I was currently, and once again, sitting across from a rock god who just bought my lunch after buying me Fourth Meal last night. I had also just gotten a full time job. I still had Imperial, and I had friends who were completely amazing.

Nick grabbed my hand as they put the sandwiches on the table with us. “Morgan?”

I took a deep breath, and shook the whole thing off. “Yes. I’m sorry.”

“You scared me,” he said, his voice plain.

“Bad memories,” I explained. I looked down. “Good sandwiches.”

“Good sandwiches,” he agreed. “Okay?”

“Yes. It’s a good day. New full time job, hot guy buying me lunch.”

“Hot girl having lunch with me.”

And the sex-crazed fan girl was back. I slipped my shoe off under the table and ran it up his leg. Didn’t take the bitch very long to recover from that glitch. And oh, my, did he have muscular legs. I seemed to remember those from the night before.

He choked a little on the sandwich, and looked at me, shock all over his face. He put the food down and pulled out his phone. I watched as he paged through the phone, extremely intent on whatever it was he was doing. I picked at my lunch, and he glanced up at me a few times. The shock in his face changed slowly to the cute smile, then to the sexually devious grin I’d seen a few times in the past twelve hours.

Just twelve hours? Really?

He finally looked up and gave me a full on smirk. He pushed the phone across the table for me to look at it. There was a receipt on the face of it, and when I pulled it closer, my mouth fell open.

Reservation confirmed for 1 (one) room w/King size bed.

I pursed my lips. Well then, are you happy, you sex-crazed maniac bitch? I looked at him through my lashes. “Why Doctor Dovadsky. Are you propositioning me?”

“Well, apparently Freud thought I should earlier. And with that pretty little foot of yours teasing me...” He leaned in. “It’s the Omni. Four blocks. Ten minute walk max.”

I pointed to the food. “To go?”

He looked around. “Can I get a doggy bag?!”

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N
ick ran into the drug store while I waited across the street. He had realized the same thing I did: we weren’t at either of our houses. There wasn’t a roommate who was always forgetting her condoms to cause me to carry sixty—or even one—around in my purse.

He was back out less than three minutes later and he grabbed my hand. I couldn’t believe I was doing this as I grabbed the bag and shoved it in my purse. I was practically running through downtown Pittsburgh to get to a very expensive hotel to have a nooner with a guy I had just met less than a day before.

Welcome back, Kirkbride. Been a long time since you’ve trained for the sex-lympics. Let’s see if we can earn that perfect ten.

We walked into the lobby and he motioned to me to sit as he handled the front desk. He chatted up the person there for just a second, and in the next moment he was handing over the keycards. I glanced around, confirming this was not a typical nooner hotel, at all. Nick walked back over to me and handed me a keycard and offered a hand.

I put the keycard in my purse as we headed for the elevator. “Nick, this place is insanely expensive. You got it for us for an hour?”

He pressed the button, and answered softly. “I was thinking maybe I could wine you and dine you and then bring you back and sixty-nine you.” He turned to me. “If you’re agreeable.”

Oh. Damn it. “I have a lecture tonight. I can’t miss it.”

“What time?”

“Starts at five-thirty,” I said. “Usually lets out about seven, quarter after.”

“I’ll pick you up at seven thirty.” The door pinged and slid back to let out a man in a janitor’s uniform. We stepped aside and slid into the elevator. “How does that sound?” The door slid shut.

Before I could answer him, he had pushed me back against the wall and pinned me in the cage of his arms. “Fucking hell, kitten. I about died when I saw you in that courtroom. I’m so glad there was a witness box because otherwise everyone would have seen the hard-on I was sporting.”

I gasped and pressed against the wall. “What the hell...”

“I am not like this.” His voice dropped to whisper. “But I can’t help it with you. The only thing I did this morning was think about you, and how much I wanted to wake up next to you. To pull you against me and let you feel how much I wanted you.” He took my hand and placed it on the growing erection beneath his pants.

“I was so upset when you weren’t there,” I answered, enjoying the hardening length.

The elevator stopped and politely dinged to let us know we were at our floor. We had just enough time to step apart and make it not look like I was feeling up a dude in a lift. There was a gentleman standing there waiting for the elevator, too, so it was good that I removed my hand from his junk. This place was way too classy to be caught manhandling the manhood.

Nick took my hand and we stepped out of the car and started walking down the hall. “Room seventeen thirty-eight.” Nick pointed in the direction. The hall was ridiculously lush and well-appointed and I’d only been in the building once for a cocktail party. And here I was walking down the hall on the 17th floor with a box of condoms in my purse and hot guy I totally planned to rip out of his clothes.

Best part? He was planning the same thing with me

Nick slid the door key into the reader and it flashed green. He pressed the handle down, and paused to look at me. “Morgan, if this is too fast...”

“It’s not fast enough.” My whisper was barely audible in the hall. “Open the damn door.”

He pushed the door open and we tumbled into the room, letting it slam behind us. He dove for the remote to turn on the TV as I pulled my shoes and jacket off, throwing my purse on the floor next to the bed and pulling out the bag. By the time he got back to me, his shoes, jacket and tie were all gone. I leaned over and pulled the bed spread clear off the bed and down to the floor.

While I was bent at an odd angle to flip the covers off, he grabbed my waist and yanked down the skirt’s zipper, shoving the whole thing off me and to the floor. I spun, quickly divesting him of his pants as well.

Today’s special, gray silk with purple pinstripes.

I loved a man who could coordinate.

He grabbed my shirt, which was nothing more than a shell and yanked it right over my head and tossed it with the skirt as I unbuttoned his shirt as fast as I could, and as soon as it was on the ground, he tried to wrap his hand around my breasts again and pushed me against the wall. He caught my mouth with his and there was no preamble. He was burning up and trying to consume me all at once.

“You tried the breasts last night,” I reminded him. “Didn’t work then either.”

“I know. I love it.” His finger flicked the bra strap off my shoulder, and I popped right out of the cup into his waiting hand. He pinched the nipple and I gasped loudly as he dropped his lips to me. I wasn’t expecting it that quickly and while I was willing, I wasn’t warmed up.

Oh, but I was getting there.

While he feasted on my now-hard peaks, I ran my hand over his length in the boxers and he moaned against my skin. The vibrations of his sounds on my breast was amazing and I arched into him. He slipped his hand down my ass, to the outside and top of my leg. He stopped and then reversed direction, and stopped again. He pulled away from his feast and looked at me.

“I’ve never felt a woman in full stockings before.” He ran his hand up and down a few more times.

“Is this a bad thing?” I was a little apprehensive.

“Oh, hell no.” Nick dropped to his knees and ran his hand down my leg, and back up on the inside. My entire body responded to his hand, send a shiver through every muscle and making me want to scream. He trailed his fingers down my legs and the same thing happened again. I grabbed his hands. “Keep doing that and I’m going to come standing here.”

“That’s a problem how?”

“I’ll collapse on top of you,” I said. “And I would rather come on top of you.”

He spun me around and shoved me on to the bed. “The magic words.”

Nick ran his hands under the top of the hose, but I grabbed his hand. “Go gently. I have to put these back on later.”

“I’m going to enjoy the peel.” He leaned in and caught my lips again, his tongue probing softly against mine. He slid slowly down to the floor and pulled the waist down with him. He slipped his hand inside the stocking and carefully away from my skin, gathering it as he went. It was delicious feeling, and the look on his face was greedy, as if he could do this all day.

I wouldn’t mind if he did.

Nick finally peeled me completely out of the stockings and let them flutter to the pile of clothes behind him. He looked at me, as I stared at him, and before I knew what was happening, he had yanked my panties clean off and tossed them over his shoulder. He pushed my legs apart and leaned into me, and I realized that it had been a while since I’d... groomed.

“Nick, wait...”

“No.” His hand ran hungrily down my stomach where the light, and slightly embarrassing happy trail had grown in from the last clean up. “No way. I’m not waiting.”

“Nick, it’s...”

“Stop, kitten.” He lowered his head. “I want to do this.”

“It’s a mess down there.” I finally bit the words out and fell back on the bed. I slapped my hand over my eyes and wanted to die.

“I don’t see a mess.” His finger touched the inside of my thigh and my whole body jerked. “I see a gorgeous woman spread out like a feast for me to enjoy.” He ran his hand over the short curls, and before I could say another word, his finger found my clitoris.

“Oh, shit!” I shot up from the prone position. “Nick...”

“Not waiting.” His breath brushed over me and I shivered. “I didn’t get to taste you last night, and I want to.”

The sounds that went through my head at that point were akin to Shitblergargh-ughholycrap followed by a very cartoon like string of punctuation. And then—he ran his tongue along the folds of my sex and I lost all possibility of thought. He was soft and teasing along the lips, then flicked against the bundle of nerves. I wanted to sit up and beg him to stay right there.

He licked down one side and up the other while I felt his finger dancing around my clit, lightning shooting through me. My nipples beaded without him even being anywhere near them, and I really wanted him to be all over them.

His broad tongue licked me like I was an ice cream cone and I sure was melting like one. I threaded my fingers through his hair, scraping lightly on his scalp as he moved around, enjoying his feast. I couldn’t complain about the banquet.

Nick dragged his finger away from my anxious and bundled nerve, and I wanted to weep until he replaced it with his tongue. He laved me softly, running over my clit with insanely delicate strokes. I was completely at his mercy and I could feel my climax winding up to pitch me off the cliff. “If you stop, so help me God...”

He didn’t. The finger he’d been using to play with me was back, and this time, he used it to stroke the entrance to my now-soaked vagina. He was so light with his touch, it was more intense than any of the sessions I’d had with Peter. I pulled my legs up and apart even further and still ran my fingers through his hair.

A litany of swearwords starting falling my lips; I was rushing headlong into my climax. I was panting and trying not to twist and squirm under his attention. When he slipped his finger inside me, there was no turning back. He stroked in and out a few times, and then a second finger joined in. I gasped and pushed up the bed. “Oh shit, shit.” I looked down at him. “Nick, make me come. Please, please. Shit, make me come.” I could almost feel his smile on my clit and instead of answering me, he pushed his fingers inside and crooked them against the other nerves inside and nipped my clit with his teeth.

I exploded. “Oh,
fuck
! Yes! Nick!” Another long oration of swear words invoking God and Nick followed, and the waves of sheer ecstasy coursed through my entire body. My fingers curled into the sheet, grabbing on so I didn’t fly off the bed. He crooked his fingers and kept me going, riding the orgasm hard. I could barely breathe, and all thought disappeared.

Sweet Jerusalem. Gasping for air, I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as he licked his lips, then smirked and licked his fingers. I thought I was going to come again.

“Now, did you say something? I had your legs on my ears.”

“You...” I managed. That was as far as I got. He stood up and I got a look at the erection that was not contained behind the satin of his boxers. “You... need to get those off, now.”

He dropped the boxers and wrapped a hand around his shaft. “You like this?”

I sat up and knocked his hand away, replacing it with mine. “Yes I do, and I want to play. You owe me a taste.” Hello. What was in that sandwich at lunch? Oh, that’s right, I was eating German sausage. Related? I didn’t care. I moved towards him and licked the moisture that had collected there. I licked my lips, and realized he was oddly sweet. “Have you been eating pineapple?”

He looked confused for a moment. “One of my favorite fruits.”

“Mm. Good. It makes you taste even better.” I wrapped my lips around him and his confusion disappeared. I sank him as far into my mouth as I could without gagging, and I had to say: he didn’t fit.

Awesome
.

I hadn’t imagined it. He did taste sweet. He needed to never give up pineapples. I licked a circle around his head and trailed my tongue down the underside as I pulled him into my mouth again. Once he was all the way in, I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks and slid back up, releasing him with a dirty little pop.

“Ah, shit, kitten.” His eyes were half closed in delight. “You’re going to undo me.”

“That’s the idea.” I pulled him back into my mouth and this time swirled my tongue around his shaft as I took as much of him as I could. I was going to have some fun with this.