“Well, right now my list is concerned with the fact that you are an admissions facilitator. I have a lot of questions. One, whatisan admissions facilitator? Two, how did you get into that line of work? Three, do you like it? Four, why do people cry about it? Five—” he stopped and winked at her — “I will go on and on unless you stop me.”
Norah giggled at his antics. “I think you lied about being awkward.”
“No, seriously, I am. I’m just trying very hard to be charming for your sake. Is it working?”
“Yes, I would say it’s working too well.”
He leaned his back against the couch and gave her a cocky grin. “Good. Now answer my questions before I feel compelled to start a new list.”
“Okay. Let’s see.” She drummed her fingers on her chin while she thought of the best way to begin her explanation. “I help high school students apply and get into their preferred colleges and universities. I assist them in putting together a stellar admissions packet and we practice interviews. Mostly I work to help rich kids get into schools that they probably aren’t prepared for. Usually, they are feeling pressured by their parents to follow in their footsteps. That often comes out during our conversations, which is usually when the tears start.”
“I would hate that. The crying would kill me first. The inability to just stand up to their parents would kill me second.”
“I don’t know. I bet even big bad you would feel bad for disappointing the person you most loved and respected.”
Lukyan looked at her. Although she didn’t know it yet, she was the person he most loved and respected. He would rather cut off his arm than disappoint or hurt her. Suddenly he was feeling a bit more sympathetic with the students she counseled. “You’re right. I would hate to disappoint someone I love and respect.”
“So like I was saying, sometimes my clients cry. My business has grown a lot in the past two years which is great usually, but it has its moments. Most of my clients are not local which means all of our meetings are on-line. Comforting someone in-person is so much easier than doing it over Skype. But that’s enough about me. What do you do?”
“Nothing as emotionally intense as your work. I run a financial investment firm. I am the investment wizard. I investigate the market and look for patterns. Once I see them, I make my decisions about which stocks we should buy and sell.”
“And no one ever cries in your office?”
“Absolutely no one cries in my office.” He gave a horrified looked which caused Norah to giggle.
“Even if you make a bad pick in the market and they lose money?”
He leaned over and pulled her close. “I always choose correctly.” This time he kissed her deeply, pulling her close to his chest. He relished the way her soft body melted into his chest. He held her tight, not giving her the ability to pull away until her arms slowly snaked around his neck.
His tongue delved into the depths of her mouth. She tasted of wine and he suddenly preferred it to any drink. He ran his hands slowly down her back to the round swell of her ass. Gently, he pulled her up until she was straddling his lap. His thick erection strained against his pants.
“Can you feel how much I want you?” He slowly ground his dick against her. Her hips were moving now, responding to his small thrusts. He could feel her heat growing there, could smell the musk of her arousal in the air. He moved his mouth to the tender skin of her neck and nibbled.
“Say you know that I want you. Say you want me, too, sweet Norah.”
Her hands were in his hair, fingers rhythmically clutching and releasing at his scalp. Her chest pushed against his and he could feel the hard bead of her nipples through their shirts. His wolf pranced. Apparently going slowly was no longer the plan.
“Say it, Norah,” he prompted again. “Say you know that I want you. Only you. And you want me. I need to hear it.”
She ground her hips into his, more insistently now. He was close and he hadn’t even gotten her clothes off yet. He wouldn’t last long, not the first time. “I want you, Lukyan.”
“And?” he growled, punctuating the word with a hard thrust.
“And you want me.”
“I want only you, Norah. No one else. Just you.”
His hands found the hem of her thin sweater. “Sit back, baby, I want to see you.” Norah reluctantly let go of him and sat back on his lap, giving him room to pull the cashmere up her body and over her head. She was wearing a light blue bra, its thin cups doing nothing to hide the tight peaks of her nipples. Lukyan cupped her breast in his hands. The were full and pert.
“Goddess above, you feel good.” She leaned into his hands and he massaged her, kneading and pulling at the weight of her chest.
“More,” she begged. She thrust her chest toward his mouth. Lukyan pulled the bra low allowing her dark pink nipple to escape.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered against her skin before pulling her into his mouth. His tongue swiped against her sensitive skin, alternating swift flicks with slow, circling licks. She clutched at his shoulders and leaned back to give him better access. Her hips ground against his hard length. He needed to be inside her soon. He thrust against her and she moaned. The sound made his dick twitch.
He picked her up and moved her so that she was lying face up on the rug. Her pert tits were pushed up by her bra, still pulled low under each mound. “I want you, Norah. You’re all I want.” He pulled the bra until it fell apart, releasing her breast from their upright position. He dropped his head, kissing her left mound while slowly rubbing the other’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Her hands clutched his hair and pushed him lower. He nipped at her ribs and stomach as he worked himself down to her waist. His fingers pulled the button on her waistband while his tongue slid in and out of her belly button.
