“What? No.” I pause for a moment after the word. “No, she just needs to stay far away from the planning.”
The movement is minuscule, but from the corner of my eye, Nolan’s hand drifts up, and brushes through the hair at the end of my ponytail. Twirling the strands around his fingers. “All you have to do is ask,” he states with a voice like it belongs in the clouds.
“So what, all I have to do is say the word and she’ll be gone?”
“All you have to do is ask, and I’ll give you anything you want.”
When I turn, my hair pulls from his grasp but brings us face to face. Being this close to him envelopes me into his gravity, pulling at something deep inside my chest until it teases the surface. I’m not stupid enough to think this canbe something that lasts, I’m not even quite sure if that’s something I want but the desire flowing between us is more than a surface level feeling. That much I do know.
“So, tonight then?” I say as his icy blue eyes bounce around my features.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, he takes a step back as a smile breaks across his face. “Tonight.”
February 6
Three nights in arow— too much and not enough time together. If I could, I would spend every night in Nolan’s bed. But unfortunately for me, I actually have toget some work done.
“I can’t see you tonight,” I say for the fifth time, hating myself a little bit more for it.
City Hall has been empty for hours, and with no one around to catch us, I’ve perched myself on Nolan’s lap, and have been reluctant to move since. Not that he’s making it easy.
He’s buried his face in the crook of my shoulder, nuzzling the soft skin which muffles his words. “And remind me again why?”
“Because I have things to do, Nolan. Things I should have been home two hours ago to start.” It’s a half truth, but he didn’t need to know that. I would be happy to drive back out to his house again, like I did last night and the night before and when he first asked. The word ‘yes’ jumped in my throat, practically begging to be said.
It's been three days. Three of them, that's it, and I can feel the threads beginning to stitch together, binding myself to him in a way that I should not be feeling. Space would do us both some good, and on a personal note, my vagina some good. Going from no sex to being bent, twisted, pulled, and pushed in every position known to man, and some that weren’t, is wreaking havoc on my joints.
And the Cupid Ball is less than two weeks away, and I haven’t even begun sewing the table runners I said I wasgoing to make. Plus, I still need to verify the rest of the vendors’ arrival times, review the menu proofs the local printer emailed earlier today, and send all the final payments.
Oh, and find a dress, which somehow always ends up being my last task. But I don’t even want to start thinking about braving a department store, especially when I know I won’t find anything in my size.
Which reminds me. “I still have your credit card from when I had to book the new vendor. Let me go get it before I forget again.” I’m not even an inch off his lap before he pulls me back down.
“Hmm-hmm. Keep it, I don’t care, I don't want you out of this position.”
“I can’t keep your card, Nolan. Just let me get it for you.”
I’m shackled into place again. “And I said no.” His voice takes on the tone I now associate with hisother side.This is a command, one I want to follow. “Do you want another lesson?” His question is soft as velvet, caressing the side of my neck, as his lips press against my pulse.
“Depends.”
A disappointing tsk comes from behind me. “It’s a yes or no, Harper.”
Not a single cell in my body wants to say no. “Yes, Sir.”
Lucky for him, the morning version of myself slipped on a long flowing skirt.
Nolan’s hands skate carelessly slow up my thighs, under my skirt and to my hips. I keep waiting for the moment where his touch doesn't ignite a response in me, but it hasn't happened yet. “If I remember correctly, and I am, your words a few days ago were ‘to know whatever cock warming is’.” He makes quick work of my underwear while he speaks, slipping his hands up my skirt, peeling them from my body and pocketing my underwear again before I have a chance to take my next breath. “I have a few emails I need to send and I would very much like it if you sat right here while I worked.”
This seems a lot tamer than what I imagined. “I just sit on your lap without underwear?” I question because that can’t possibly be right.
“Oh, no, my Sweet Girl.” His voice is low against the shell of my ear as he snakes one arm around my waist, lifting my body like I’m nothing.
“What are you—oh—” My last word is a gasp. In the span of a millisecond, I’ve gone from empty to overly full. My breath, my thoughts, my sense of up and down disappears, and behind my eyes, a blinding light takes over.
Turns out it’s not simply sitting on his lap with no underwear. I’m impaled on Nolan’s cock. My eyes growtwo sizes at the sudden intrusion, and my heart leaps from its normal resting spot in my chest and lodges itself into my throat.
Nolan strokes his hands down the length of my back, sending shivers over every inch of skin. “Now I need you to be very still. If you move, then I won’t be able to type, and the longer we’ll have to stay just like this.” He smooths my skirt back down, arranging it so if someone were to see it would simply look like I’m simply sitting on his lap. “Can you do that for me?”
