Romance: Duplicity (Duplicity New Adult Romance Book 1) (6 page)

"Dinner this Sat night? N.V.H."

I breathe a sigh of relief.
You daft bird.
Of course he's not in the bloody clink.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I feel like a kid at Christmas as I walk into the restaurant. I'm wearing a flirty dress and knee boots. I don't want to look like I've tried too hard, even though I've spent all afternoon getting ready. I splashed out on some new silk underwear. It's my little secret underneath, that makes me feel wonderful. I'm hoping that Nick gets to see it later.

We meet in a cosy, candlelit Italian in Soho. Mr. Van Hoogen has chosen well. He stands to greet me as I arrive. I realise I've never seen him not wearing a suit. He looks younger in his casual shirt and jeans.

"You look gorgeous, Holly." Nick's lips brush my cheek and the bolt of electricity he sends through my body is in danger of knocking me out.
Holy fuck, batgirl.
I sit down quickly in case my knees give way.

"Thanks, Nick." My cheeks flush. I'm flattered by his compliment. I meet his eyes and drink him in. My heart is beating so loudly I'm sure he must be able to hear it.

“I took the liberty of ordering some Champagne. I hope you like it?" Nick lifts the bottle and pours me a glass.

"Perfect," I reply. No going Dutch with this guy!

We clink glasses and for a moment I'm tongue tied, before Nick chips in. He leans over the table, and his look is earnest. "Holly, I'm sorry I've not been in touch before now. Something came up urgently and I had to go to New York. Unfinished business, you know?" He reaches out and squeezes my hand.

I don't, and I want to ask more, and berate him for not having contacted me, but there's something about the look on his face that tells me to leave it. He seems tired, and sad, somehow. I think of Adam's ridiculous allegations but quickly put it out of my head. As if he can read my mind, Nick smiles warmly and squeezes my hand again. His touch sends tingles up my arm and shivers down my spine. He glances down at his menu. "I hope you're hungry. I hear this place is superb."

I'm hungry for you, Nick.

We talk easily like old friends. The food is delicious and the Champagne is flowing, but I'm careful not to drink too much. All I can think about is later.

The waiter brings the dessert menu. "Would you like something else?" Nick asks me.

I summon up all my courage. "Um, yes, but it's not on this menu," is my bold reply. Meeting Nick's eyes, there's a swarm of butterflies fluttering inside me. A rejection from him would be devastating.

Nick nods, meeting my gaze, and his eyes light up. There's a moment of understanding, and I flush. His eyes are melting me, and my longing is stirring places that shouldn't be stirred in a public eaterie.

"Just the bill, please," he tells the waiter, "oh, and a taxi. To Mayfair."

The minutes seem like hours until we're finally outside. The anticipation of what lies ahead is sweet agony. Then we're in the back of a taxi and he's kissing me hard and deep, his hand slipping under my coat and inside my low cut dress cupping my breast under my soft, sexy bra. I have to contain a sharp intake of breath as my nipple stands erect at his touch. Juices fill my groin and my crotch contracts to contain my desire. I hope the taxi driver isn't copping an eyeful of what's unfolding.

It's a short journey to Nick's apartment and luckily there's not much traffic. We walk, quickly, hand in hand past the concierge who nods and says "Good evening, sir."

Then in the lift, before the doors have closed he's pushing me against the wall, and I can feel his hardness as he kisses my neck, his hands reaching up under my dress. I feel his fingers in my knickers as he strokes my pussy. With a gasp of surprise a finger slips inside my wetness.

"Oh, Nick. I want you so bad," my husky whisper is barely audible. He covers my mouth with his and I can hardly catch a breath. There's an urgency in him, a hunger that must be satisfied. I am so aroused I know it won't take much to make me come, but I want to savour every moment of this ecstasy. The lift comes to a stop and we are interrupted by the bell.

Nick swoops me up in his arms, through the open lift doors and carries me down the hall. I laugh, kicking my legs. "Put me down you lunatic!" I beg, but he bends down and his kisses silence me once more.

"I'm the boss, remember?" he grins, and his strong arms hold me tighter. Only when we arrive at his door does he release me long enough to open it. I have barely seconds to take in the luxury of the apartment before his mouth devours me again.

We somehow get to the bedroom in a stumbling swirl of passion. Discarded coats and boots mark our trail. He pulls me to him, but my boldness from the restaurant is still with me. I break our kiss and gently push him down to sit on the low bed. A little laugh escapes from him. I reach for the buttons on my dress, steadily gazing into his steely eyes as I slowly undo each one. He stares back at me with a look that says all the things I've wanted to hear from him. I feel sexy and beautiful and as I lift the dress up over my head I hear him inhale deeply as he sees me semi-naked for the first time.

"Beautiful.....so beautiful," he murmurs.

"Me or the underwear?" I joke with a smile.

"We need to get that off," and he runs his hands up the sides of my thighs and round the back to stroke the silk-covered cheeks of my ass. He pulls me closer and gently nibbles my stomach. I run my fingers through his hair as his head moves lower until I can feel his breath between my legs as he nuzzles and plants kisses near the spot. I reach behind my back and undo the bra and let it fall to the floor. At the same time, with a thumb in each side, he slowly pulls my knickers down and then I'm standing fully naked in front of him.

He pulls me onto the bed and I kiss him hard, with urgency, my searching tongue begging for more. I want to feel his bare skin on mine. I straddle him and unbutton his shirt as he lies looking up at me. He lifts his shoulders from the bed a little and I peel the shirt away from his beautiful, muscled torso. Then I fall on top of him and there's a bolt of electricity through my body as our skin connects. I rub my breasts against his chest. My nipples are hard and engorged.

"I've wanted this since the first morning I saw you in the lift," says Nick, softly, stroking my butt, and pressing my crotch into his hardness. His words excite me even more.

Then we roll and he is above me. I can't wait any longer. I know what I want. Reaching for his belt, I struggle to undo it in the frenzy of our embrace. He moves back and in a few swift actions his trousers are down. I can see his huge hard-on straining in his shorts and then he's naked. I stare at his erect cock, hungry to taste him.

"Oh, Nick, I want you so bad," I say, reaching out and taking him in one hand. I feel the length of his shaft, the straightness and stiffness of his erection, the satin softness of the skin. His perfect cock, and it's all mine.

I bend down to suck him.

"Not yet, you little minx, not yet," Nick teases as he gently pushes me back down on the bed. "Ladies come first."

He moves on top of me, showering me with countless kisses. My cheeks, my nose, my chin and down my neck. His lips find the fullness of my breast, circling the nipple with butterfly kisses before moving to the other. This time he licks it lightly, before sucking gently.

"Nick, you're driving me crazy. Please, take me now," I plead. With urgency I pull under his arms to move him up to the right position.

"Sshh, Holly, all in good time." He resists, easily overpowering me as he clasps my wrists, pinning my arms by my side then moves down, a trail of kisses from my belly to my mound. He takes his time reaching the landing strip. I struggle to free myself but he tightens his grip as he continues to tease me. He's so near, yet still avoiding the spot. The arousal is too much. I can feel his hot breath on my button. One more blow on the spot and I'm going to erupt in his face.

"Please, Nick, please," I beg. "I need you inside me." He releases my hands as his tongue finds my clitoris, licking its tip so lightly. His fingers follow, and I gasp as I feel them slip inside. Two, three, four fingers. I pull his hair as I lift my legs up to feel his head between my thighs. His fingers slide in and out of my folds as his tongue flicks and licks and then the climax that I've been fighting to hold off breaks like a huge wave, washing over me, flooding me with sensation as I drown in ecstasy.

I tremble in the aftermath and he hugs me. His tender touch, kissing my hair and gently stroking my back, is what I've been craving for so long. I hardly know this man but it feels so right.

"Did you like that, Holly?" he murmurs, nibbling my ear, and sending shivers down my spine.

My reply is barely a moan. Coherent speech is impossible as I recover from the best orgasm of my life. I search for his lips. My tongue probes his mouth as I take the lead. We kiss, hungry for each other. I'm greedy for more. I feel like I could never have enough of this man and I know he's feeling the same too.

 
"You've got something I need, Nick," I scold. I want more and there's plenty he still hasn't given me. I can feel his stiff, throbbing cock, poking against me, looking for a way in. I roll onto my back again, taking Nick on top of me, lifting my knees just wide enough for him to enter. He thrusts and I feel his tip touch my juices, and he slides in, gently at first giving me just some of his length. I'm slippery and wet but the girth is both a surprise and a welcome delight. As his thrust increases I gasp with pleasure. I lift my legs higher and tighten my muscles around him, sucking him in as he pushes deeper and deeper.

I want all of you Nick ... I want everything ... give me it all.

I claw at his buttocks as he rides faster and harder, deep into a part of me that no-one has ever reached. I clasp my legs high and tight around his torso. Then he flips and we are lying on our sides, face-to-face, my legs still wrapped around him. He kisses me as he continues to move in and out. The thrusts are not as deep now but the change in position allows new sensations. He massages my breast, pulling at my nipple then traces down my ribs and stomach to find my button again. I look down between us and it's almost a shock to see the size of his dick sliding in and out of my wet hole. He begins to softly stroke my clit as I rock against the movement of his thrusts. I feel the orgasm rising in me again.

This time, Nick, it's gonna be my way.

I push over on him so I'm on top. His huge, hard erection ensures he easily stays inside me and then I rock and ride him, my white breasts jumping while he watches me with a look of awe. He thrusts harder as the speed increases and I sense his climax is near.

I'm ready too, unable to wait any longer. I pull his hand between my legs. With my direction he finds the spot. My pussy squeezes his dick as I rest my knees on his chest, riding up and down, for the final few strokes. His face contorts and the volcano rising inside me takes its cue, as we come so hard together that his final thrusts stab me inside. As he explodes, my body shudders in seismic contractions and I lose myself in a state of bliss that I never imagined was possible. Still joined together, I collapse into his arms until the tremors subside. Deep, satisfied sleep soon swallows us both.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I wake with that feeling of not knowing where I am. I look over and see him beside me. Without opening his eyes, he pulls me closer.

How could I forget the best night of my life?

"You're gorgeous. I want you so bad," says Nick, nuzzling into my neck and kissing me softly.

"Again?" Thoughts of last night fill my head and my chest flushes.

"I could never have enough of you, Holly."

I love the way he says my name. I love his musky, morning smell. I wish we could just stay here forever.

We make love again, and this time it's long and languorous without the frenetic urgency of last night. Every time I'm nearly at climax he moves or stops to sustain the feeling, to make it last until I feel like I'll die if I don't come. Then when I can take no more he lets it happen and we come together and it feels like a billion tiny, little fireworks exploding through my body.

"Is this a dream? It feels so perfect."
Damn. Did I really just say that?

Nick runs a finger slowly across my lips. "Time for breakfast, Holly. I make the meanest pancakes. Take your time," and I snuggle under the soft duvet as he rises.

I watch his buff form cross the room. He pulls jeans and a t-shirt from a drawer and pulls them on. "Commando?" I comment.

"Only on Sundays," he grins, and disappears into the hallway.

I shower quickly, noting the expensive toiletries in the white marble bathroom. I try to stop myself, but can't help searching for any sign of a woman's presence. It's not that I don't trust Nick, but it's hard to believe that someone like him could be young, free, successful and single. My sweep inside the mirrored cabinet reveals nothing. No extra toothbrush, no tampons, no perfume.

Pulling my hair back in the mirror, I notice my healthy glow.
Nothing like a mind blowing orgasm to get your circulation going.

Wrapped in a towel, I return to the bedroom. There's music coming from the kitchen and the sound of pans clanging. I hear Nick curse, and I stifle a giggle.

Our clothes from last night are still strewn on the floor. I pick up Nick's shirt and decide to wear it. It almost reaches my knees, and I strategically button just the middle few buttons while making my way to the kitchen.