"Good." He turns to face me. "I understand that you're seeing Nicholas again."
"I am." I busy myself with the piece of fabric that's currently taking up more than half of my workstation. I'll be transforming into a strapless dress. "We've been hanging out."
"Isla would like to have you both over for dinner next week if that works for you two."
It's our first official invitation as a couple. I can't help but smile. "I'll ask Nicholas when I see him. Do you have a particular evening in mind for that?"
"Wednesday," he says without hesitation.
I know the offer has a lot more to do with Nicholas than me. Mr. Foster has never invited me anywhere, but to the party he hosted to celebrate the upcoming launch of Ella Kara.
I know that they view me as the most direct path to spend time with their favorite author. I don't mind. I like the idea of socializing with the Fosters outside of work hours.
"I'll check with Nicholas and let you know."
"I look forward to getting to know you both better, Sophia."
I look forward to the look on Nicholas's face when he realizes that Isla Foster is an even bigger fan of his than her husband.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Nicholas
My hands roamSophia's body, stopping to grab her ass. I pull her closer to me. "When I'm not with you, I think about this. Do you know how hard it is to get any work done when your girlfriend has an ass like this?"
"I can't say that I do." She giggles, her breath teasing my cheek. "It's freezing in here. Can't we get under the covers?"
"No," I answer quickly. "I want to see your body. I could stare at it all day."
"It feels like you have been."
"You only got here an hour ago." I know that for a fact. I waited all day for her to arrive. She came over to my place straight from work. I ordered food so that she'd have sustenance and so that I could get the dinner part over with early. My plan all along was to feast on her for the evening. That was postponed when she took a seat at the piano and played two pieces by Schumann.
"Did you think about me today?"
I laugh at the absolute absurdity of the question. "What do you think?"
"I think the answer isyes."
I kiss the sweet smelling skin near her collarbone. "It'syes. I think about you most of the time."
"I think about you sometimes too." She sighs when my lips move lower.
"Just sometimes?" I ask before I roll her right nipple between two of my fingers.
"That feels so good," she murmurs. "Andyes, Nicholas, just sometimes."
She's teasing me. I hear it in the tone of her voice. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."
Her entire body stills. "I want you to fuck me."
The lights in my bedroom are dimmed, but I still see the blush that creeps up her chest and onto her neck and face. "Say it again."
"I want you to fuck me," she whispers.
I move so I'm perched above her. "That's the sexiest thing I've ever heard."
"It's not."
