Nick leaned in close, his breath warm against my cheek. “You want a drink?” His voice was casual, but I caught the concern beneath it.
I shook my head. “You can, though.”
The truth was, I wanted one. I wanted one so badly it made my fingers twitch against the hem of my dress. But I knew myself too well. One wouldn’t be enough. One would turn into two, then three, and before I knew it, I’d be slurring through my speech and ruining Abigail’s wedding. Being an alcoholic wasn’t just hard—it was a battle I fought every single day, especially at events like this, where champagne flowed like water.
Nick studied me for a beat, then flashed that wicked, knowing grin. “Wanna sneak off for five minutes?” He held a cigarette in between his lips, never lighting it. He did that from time to time. He said the act of pretending to smoke helped keep his temptations at bay.
Nick studied me for a moment, then leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “A quick five minutes?”
I turned toward him, my lips curving into a small, knowingsmile. “You mean a quick five minutes, or aquickfive minutes?” I arched a brow. “Because you’re never quick.”
A slow, wicked smirk spread across his face. “Right now? Seeing you in that red satin dress?” His voice dipped lower, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be, baby.”
His fingers grazed my wrist, tracing the delicate line of my pulse. “You’re a fucking masterpiece. But the best thing you wear?” His eyes flicked down to my hand, lingering on the wedding band. “That ring. Letting every guy in this room know you’re my masterpiece.”
Heat bloomed beneath my skin. I should’ve been used to the way he looked at me by now, but God, I wasn’t. Not even close.
I exhaled slowly. “I can barely breathe in this dress. It’s been a while since I dressed to impress, and I can’t even bend over.”
Nick’s eyes darkened with something wicked. “Oh no,” he murmured, tilting his head. “Guess I’ll just have to lift you up, spread your legs, and fuck you on the bathroom counter.”
My breath hitched.
Nick made a show of looking around the room for an exit. At first, it was just teasing, but the more he looked, the more serious he became.
“C’mon.” He held out his hand, eyes gleaming with heat and promise. “Let’s find someplace private.”
And just like that, my pulse was racing for an entirely different reason. He holds out his hand and I don’t hesitate. As soon as we’re behind a locked bathroom door Nick pounces on me, hiking up my dress as gently as he can before hoisting my ass on the cold bathroom counter.
“I love when you’re such a softie.” He says.
“I’m not a softie.”
“His smirk deepened. “I saw you getting teary when Abigail and Colt said their vows”
Your eyes go all glossy, like the brightest damn sapphires. It’s beautiful. Vulnerable. Such a contrast to how tough you always pretend to be.”
“I am tough.” I lull my head to the side so I can get a better look when Nick pulls out his massive cock fisting it at the base as he drags it through my folds and over my clit, and my breath hitches.
“So fucking wet,” he groans. “So tough.” He pulls me into him, pressing his lips against my collarbone as he sinks inside me.
“Hmmm. You would wear sunglasses every time you would read, and at first I thought you did it to keep the sun out of your eyes, but it was to keep me from seeing you cry.”
“Hmm,” I moan, “I hated wearing those damn sunglasses. It was torture.” I started yanking at his tie and fumbling at his buttons, eager to chase my orgasm to feel him inside me. “I want this off.”
“Uh huh.” He tsks, covering my hand with his.
“Quick,” He reminds me. “Five minutes, and don’t you dare pout, princess. You know I’ll take care of you later.”
I loved hearing those words as he thrust harder into me, filling me up.
“I’m trying so hard not to mess up your hair” he says in between thrusts, panting. “But all I want to do is stick my hands through your hair and.”Thrust. “Mmm.”Thrust. “Fuck you.”Thrust. “I want to fuck you so hard and long you can’t remember what it feels like to not have me inside of you.”Thrust. “I want to lay you down on our bed, rip this fucking dress off you and worship every inch of this bangin body.”Thrust. “Until you know what it’s like to have every piece of you loved beyond measure.”
“Fuck, Nick” I say through a whimpered cry. Falling forward griping his shirt in my fists as he starts to rub my clit, and holy hell it feels so fucking good.
“I already know,” I rasp out. “I already—know what that’s like.”
“Ya?” he rests his forehead on mine, peering into my eyes. And he watches as I come undone. My body trembles in his strong hold as he thrust once before he spills his warm release inside me.
