I didn’t expect that. I assumed we'd make love and then I'd show him my sketch but he needs this more than I need his approval on a dress that I already know is spectacular. "Now."
"Wait." His thumb runs across my cheek. "I'll take you to bed first, make you come and then you'll tell me whether you think my next book is a fucked up mess or not."
"That's a deal I can't possibly refuse."
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Nicholas
I fisther ponytail in my hand as I take her from behind. I've been inside of her before but it's never been like this. I'm deep. I'm so deep that with every drive of my cock into her tight wet pussy, she cries out my name.
"You like it this way," I whisper in her ear as I fold my body over hers.
She only moans in response so I up the tempo, driving my dick into her in long, easy strokes. This woman was made to be fucked. Her body is sensual and ripe; her ass enough to send my heart racing. I skim my palm across one cheek before I grab the lush flesh in my fist.
She moves back trying to take more from me.
I haul her up and into me, grabbing her left tit from behind. I squeeze it, the nipple furling into a tight point beneath my fingertips.
"Oh, God." She reaches down to circle her clit with her finger but I want to see her face.
I turn her over quickly before I sink back into her. "I want to see you come."
She opens her eyes as I fuck her. Her gaze locked to mine. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Her lips parted slightly, her hair stuck to the side of her face and her eyes lost in the moment of pure pleasure.
I pump harder, wanting her to come before I do.
She lets out a low moan and just as I feel her pussy clench around me, I lose it, coming inside the woman I'm now sure I'm falling in love with.
"This is betterthanBurden's Proof." She turns away from my laptop screen to where I'm lying next to her on the bed. She's sitting cross legged in just a pair of panties with my computer balancing on her thighs. If this isn't what a writer's wet dream is, I sure as fuck don't know what is.
"You actually like this one?" I ask suspiciously. "Are you just saying that because we fucked earlier?"
Her ass squirms on the sheet. "I'm still sore from that."
I don’t apologize. There's no fucking way I will. I was deep inside of her. I loved every minute of it. She did too. "I'll kiss it better later."
"Promise?"
"I don't have to promise to eat your pussy, Sophia. I'd do it all day if I could."
"How would you write?"
I huff out a laugh. "Good point."
She nods as her gaze drops back to the screen. "I have a question about the book."
"Ask away." I rest one of my elbows on the bed to raise my body.
She hesitates before she turns to look at my face. "Did you model the character of Julia after me?"
I didn't. I wrote Julia's character weeks before I met Sophia. I wrote her to honor Briella. I have a character in every book that I silently use to pay tribute to the first girl I ever loved. Julia is fierce and untamed. She's a young woman driven by her passion to succeed. She's everything Briella was. "I actually wrote the parts with Julia before we met."
"That makes sense." She laughs off my response. "She's so vivid. I just thought that she must be written about someone so I assumed…"
She stops herself as her gaze falls back to the laptop's screen. "This is so good, Nicholas. I'd like to read the entire thing."
"Be my guest."
