He senses my shift in mood as his eyes come to mine and he cradles my face once more.
“Don’t look so surprised.”
With that, he crushes his lips to mine and slams into me deeper than before, forcing me to shout against him as his cock throbs, my pussy becoming filled with his cum as my own orgasm practically tears me in two. Our bodies jerk and grind together, wringing out every bit of pleasure possible before we collapse.
We only stay like that for a moment or two, catching our breaths before Nico stands up, releasing me from the restraints as he begins gently massaging the tender skin on my wrists and ankles. I look to him with a soft smile and he returns one all the same before pressing a kiss to my forehead as he whispers to me.
“Thank you for trusting me, I’ll never take that trust for granted.”
I melt inside. Literally, turn to goo from his words alone as I nod.
“Thank you for being worth it.”
He gives me a small nod as his smile grows before he gathers me into his arms and lays us down. His fingers begin slowly tangling through my hair, massaging my scalp until my eyes begin to flutter. Before I even know it, I’m drifting off to sleep in the arms of a man I have no business being near, on our way to his home across the country while his girlfriend, my sister, is gone for the week. I shouldn’t feel nearly as good about my decisions as I do.
Yet, here I am, in fucking bliss.
Chapter Twenty One
Cassi
Once we landed in Boston, we were immediately escorted to a town car where Nico’s bags were already being loaded into the trunk. I’ve always heard people say that once you fly first class, you can never go back. I really hope the same can’t be said for private. No stress, no hassle. Just ease, comfort and everyone around you treating you like you’re their favorite person. Is this what it’s like when you have money? It’s a mixture between awesome and wildly fucked up.
“So what’s the plan?” I ask.
Nico looks up from his phone as he glances at me, squeezing my thigh as he speaks.
“What do you mean?”
“Where are we off to?” I clarify. “Are we going to your apartment because I’ll be honest, not sure how I feel about hanging up my clothes next to my sister’s lingerie,” I say with a dry laugh. “I mean, not like I have any clothes to hang up,” I say, pulling at my shirt because I literally only have the clothes on my back with me and my purse.
Nico frowns for a moment before it melts away and he nods.
“We aren’t going to the apartment. We’re going somewhere else.”
I nod at that as I look out the window, gorgeous historic buildings coming in and out of my view as we zoom through the city. Remember how I said that I feel no guilt? That was a lie. I feel really fucking guilty. No matter how much I try to convince myself that what we’re doing is okay because my sister is a bitch who doesn’t deserve Nico, and I’ve the fact that I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, it doesn’t ease the guilt. I’m sick to my fucking stomach.
I try to push it aside, I try to enjoy the moment and yeah, maybe I’m a shitty person because the idea of sneaking around is kinda hot. The underlying guilt is there, and it’s all more than a little overwhelming and majorly fucking with my head. Just wait until Ari and Nay find out. Fuck, I’m actually kinda scared for their judgment.
Who says I have to tell anyone, though? This is a fling. We had a one night stand that turned into a couple of hook ups. Just because he flew me across the country doesn’t mean I’m worth much more than a call girl to him. He has the steady girlfriend bit with my sister, I’m just the side piece, which means I don’t need to tell anyone about it, right?
As gross as it may be, for some reason, that puts me at ease a little bit. Maybe if I pretend that I don’t have rapidly growing feelings, that butterflies don’t tear through me the instant Nico’s eyes meet mine, that I don’t secretly wish he’d dump my sister and profess his undying yearning for me, I’ll come out of this unscathed. Unlikely, but possible. So, I’m going to hold onto that for now because what the hell else will keep me grounded when a man who looks like him and fucks like him scoops me up and takes me away on a whim?
“Fuck,” I say, pulling out my phone before I click on the text thread with my mom.
“What’s wrong?” Nico asks.
“I forgot to message my parents. It’s been hours since I was supposed to be off work.”
Me: Hey! I’m staying the weekend with Naomi and Arianna at Arianna’s cabin up north. Just wanted to give you a heads up.
I hit send and my mom’s reply comes almost instantly.
Mom: Thanks for letting me know. Me and your dad were starting to worry about you. Love you, be safe.
Nico leans over my shoulder to read my text, nodding his approval.
“You’re an excellent liar, Miss. Fischer.”
