Wilted (4 page)

Once the door opens, he turns to face me. I slide the clasp of my black sheath and allow it to fall to the hallway floor. Unashamed, I step out of the dress and walk towards him in nothing but a black thong and my stilettos. Every inch of skin his eyes take in feels as if he is touching me.
God, how I want him to touch me.

When I reach him, I place my hand on his chest and lean into him. I don’t know what cologne this is, but I want to take a bath in it. I want to smell him everywhere on me. His stare is so intense it sends a shiver all the way to my core. Those dark, commanding eyes make my clit throb
.

Touch me. Kiss me. Fuck me.

Before I can blink, his arm slides behind my waist and my back is slammed against the wall behind me. With a loud thud, the door is kicked closed behind me and the electric energy crackles in the air. My trembling hands frantically begin working loose his dark denim jeans. I wrap my legs around his waist and revel in the way his lips feel against my jaw. He grips my ass hard as his teeth playfully nip my skin. Hell fucking yes, I want it rough. Bring it.

The cold glass under my ass startles me at first, but I quickly adjust as he releases me. He drops his pants and reaches in the middle drawer of the hall table where I’m sitting. When he retrieves a condom, a pang of unfamiliar jealousy hits me. Who keeps condoms in the foyer? Apparently, I’m not the only girl he’s fucked right here. Let’s face it. I’ve met the male version of myself.

Blinking past the thought of him with another woman, I draw my attention back to him. In one slide of his hand, his long cock is now sheathed in latex and ready for action. I give him a playful, mischievous grin before leaning back against the wall. I spread my legs wide, slide my fingers down my flat tan stomach, and lift the crotch of my thong. Easing my fingers inside, I gasp at how wet I am. The growl that falls from his lips makes me smile. Mesmerized, he longingly watches me pull my fingers to my mouth and suck them between my lips.

His once sly smile grows dark and erotic. With one step forward, he secures my legs and pulls me towards him. The rip of my lace thong echoes in my ears.

“I want that pussy so goddamn much!” He sinks his fingers inside of me.

“Not as much as I want that cock.” I reach down to stroke him.

And then, his hands grip my ass, lifting me off the table. When he eases me down, I feel every single ridge of his dick as I take him in.

“Fuck! Fuck!” He throws his head back as he urges me up and down to ride him. In two thrusts upward, the building pleasure surfaces.

“Oh. My.” Is it possible to orgasm this quickly?

“That’s it. Fuck me!” he orders while pushing on my ass. Falling away, I arch my back and scream. My nails dig into his neck as I hold on to him, riding out my release as he ruthlessly fucks me. It’s a madness I don’t want to end. I need him. I want him. More. And before I know it, we’re falling to the floor. Lying on his back, he extends his hand as I turn my back to him. Inch by glorious inch, my pussy engulfs him, coating him in my thick release. I lean forward, shifting my weight on my heels. The warmth of his hands on my ass spirals me out of control. His thumb inches down and teases the opening of my ass, driving me insane. If he’s asking permission to fuck me there, he has it. I lean forward, shimmying my bottom against him.

“Ah! Christ! You fuck so good!”

I smile at the compliment. It isn’t the first time someone’s told me that, but somehow, coming from his lips means a thousand times more.

I lean forward and frown when his cock is no longer inside of me. I want him deep and hard, so I get on all fours and look back seductively at him, shaking my ass in the air to entice him.

Whop! Whop!
He smacks my bottom and my pussy drenches in return. The warmth of his body against mine makes me desperate for him to be back inside. In one swift move, he impales me with his cock, taking me from behind.
Dear God, he is big. So. Gloriously. Big.

When he presses his thumb in my ass, I rock against him while enjoying how phenomenal it feels. Once again, his strong hands guide my ass back to him. I sit up and moan at how deep he is in me.

“Goddamn, baby. Feels. So. Fucking. Good.” I’m so close and I know he’s about to come, too.

“Give it to me, harder!” I demand, wanting to feel his long cock press against my cervix again.

“You want it?” His breathing is erratic and labored.

“Yes, give it to me!”

I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked so damn hard before. Tomorrow I will be sore, but deliciously sore at that.

My pussy clamps down and he stills, holding me in place while he cums.

He sits up, kisses my back, and rolls me over to the floor beside of him. I don’t ever want him to stop kissing me. As I turn around to meet his stare, I see in his eyes the exact same thing I feel inside.

Without even catching our breath, our bodies cling to one another with an unquenchable thirst.

Desire.

NIKOLAS

Six months later…

Dangling the
Hard Candy
lingerie bag in my hand, I can’t wipe the wicked smile off my face. When I saw the sexy, white lace number on the mannequin in the store window, I had to get it. White is my favorite color on her. Actually, that isn’t entirely accurate. Bare-fucking-naked is my favorite. Either way, I can’t wait to see her in this later. Well, almost as much as I will love ripping it the fuck off her.

Nowadays, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t notice the spring in my step. It’s as if the dull glasses have been lifted from my eyes and I see everything in vibrant technicolor. Life is more than good, it’s fucking fantastic. Before her, I used to say my life was pretty perfect the way it was. Fucking beautiful women and building a successful multi-million dollar restaurant business seemed like the ideal life, but I had no idea how lonely I really was. Truth be told, I didn’t start living until Kylie Reynolds knocked me on my very arrogant ass in that club six months ago.

What should have been one night of fucking hot sex, has turned into six months of even hotter sex. I can’t get enough of her. It isn’t just the immense attraction we share physically. We connect on a spiritual level, as well. We know what the other is thinking or feeling just by looking at one another. For the first time, when I make love, it’s really that… Love. Just four fucking letters terrify the shit out of me. The thing is, it scares her just as much as it does me. It’s why we’ve danced around the subject for months now. I’m afraid we can’t do the denial dance much longer, though, especially after my plans for tonight.

Spotting the Telko building ahead, I pick up my pace. I want to catch her before she leaves. Originally, we'd planned to meet at
The Burger Shack
for lunch, but right now, all I want to eat is her.

The elevator ride to her office seems to drag on forever. Someone manages to make the lift stop at every single, goddamn floor, all the way to my tenth-floor destination.
Fucking hell!
Aggravated, I check the TAG Heuer watch Kylie gave me for Christmas. When she gave, I knew she couldn’t afford it on her salary, so I secretly paid it off for her when the credit card statement came in the mail. I thought I was doing a good thing, but I managed to rip her pride in my doing so.

We won’t talk about how much begging I had to do in order to get back into her good graces. That’s just it, though. She and I are passionate people who will do anything for those we care about. We fight hard, but we love harder. Love. There it is again, that pesky four-letter word that, all because of her, fills my soul.

When I step off the elevator, she’s the first person I spot. My eyes go from my beautiful girl to the fucker standing over her. I can see his eyes as he looks down her red dress, and it makes my blood boil. Evan Pierce. I hate him as much as I hate stepping in dog shit. When he’d made her his PA three months ago, I wanted to rip his little dick off his body and feed it to him.

Kylie had been so proud of her promotion, but I knew exactly what his motives were. Being his PA meant her working by his side every day, not to mention late nights of brainstorming. He’s been the source of several major fights lately, and even hinted about a possible promotion in LA in the near future. I’d shot the idea down immediately when she’d mentioned it. I support her wanting to grow with the company and her career, but I don’t support the Evan Pierce way.

I make my way to them, not allowing my eyes to leave him. When he places his fucking hand on her shoulder, I see red and rush towards them. My erratic pulse throbs against the skin of my neck. I want to beat the shit out of him.
Get your hand off my girl.

Kylie senses me, and looking up, greets me with that fucking gorgeous smile of hers. Even as pissed as I am right now, the sight still makes my heart soar.
She’s mine. This beautiful girl is mine.

Evan sees my enraged face, removes his hand from her shoulder, and clears his throat.

“How’s it going there, Nik?”

“Save it, prick. Are you ready to go to lunch, baby?” I ask her before returning my hard glare to Evan. Men know the silent language of when to back the fuck up. In just one look, we can speak a thousand words to one another. Right now, I’m silently warning him of the ass kicking he
will
be getting soon.
Very soon.

“Nik, don’t. Please.” The pleading look on her face pulls at my heart. And for a split second, I’m willing to forget everything for her sake, but then the fucker has to go and speak again, and all bets are off.

“Sweetheart, don’t forget your purse. You left it in my office this morning.”

I blink in astonishment by his audacity.

Did this stupid fucker just call her sweetheart?

Kylie wraps her arm around my forearm in an effort to calm me, but I pull away, startling her in the process. The bag in my hand hits the floor beside me.

“Don’t you ever call her
that,
again! Do we understand each other, motherfucker?”

“Nik, let’s just go.” She pulls my arm hard.

Evan puffs his chest out and it’s on.

“Is that supposed to scare me?” I laugh. “Bring it! Just give me a reason to be banned from this building. Come on!” I yell, silencing everyone in the office.

“Ms. Reynolds, if you will kindly come to my office when you return, I would appreciate it.”

“You’re such a candy ass. I wouldn’t want you to get blood on that cheap suit there. You know, I’d gladly buy you a
real suit
if that’s your worry.”

Kylie releases my arm and I feel the immediate break in our energy. I’m stronger with her. Together we are invincible. Turning my head, I watch her run to the elevator, her coworkers all glancing at me. Their whispering pisses me off. If they want something to talk about, I’ll give it to them.

With one forceful move, I push his prick ass back into his office door. The loud thud makes everyone gasp.

“I’ve put up with you for long enough. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but Kylie is mine. M-I-N-E! You keep your fucking eyes off her chest and your goddamn hands off her. Are we clear? Because if not, I have no problem making myself clearer.”

“Whatever! You’re going to be her downfall. She doesn’t stand a chance with you in her life,” he snarls while straightening his clothes.

His words hit harder than I expect. Honestly, he may be right. I may do nothing but destroy her in the end. Either way, I’ll be damn if he makes a move on her again. Grabbing the lingerie bag off the floor, I face him one last time.

“Mine, Pierce. She’s mine, not yours. Last warning.”

My murderous glare quickly erases the arrogant look on his face. One thing’s for sure, he got the message, loud and clear.

Kylie’s running across the busy intersection by the time I make it out the front lobby door.

“Kylie! Stop!”

“Get away from me, Nik!”

The bumper of a shiny black BMW brushes past my hip, just as I make it midway across the traffic. My hand slides across the hood and I meet an angry set of eyes. Angrily, he waves his hands at me while yelling out his window. Shooting him the bird, I maneuver my way through the beeping drivers.

“Kylie! Please!” I yell once more. She stops, dropping her shoulders and collapsing on the park bench beside her. In a blink, I’m kneeling beside her and holding her delicate, soft hand in mine.