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Nicolas let her think about what he said before he continued. “Look at what you have achieved in such a short period of time.” He picked up the basket the waiter had set before them and offered her a breadstick, but she shook her head. “You’ve been alone since you were eighteen.
Moved to a different state. Started a new life where you had no friends or family to rely on. You have a college degree and have a brilliant career ahead of you. How many people can say that?”
A warm sensation filled him when she smiled. “A lot of people have degrees.”
“True. But not all of them have put themselves through school,” he countered taking a sip of his wine.
She stabbed another piece of lettuce with her fork, but didn’t put it in her mouth. Instead she shrugged. “I was given a scholarship.”
“You earned that scholarship. Even so you did this by yourself—
alone.” He placed his hand over hers. “Jana, Lisa says you are a strong, beautiful person. I know she’s right.”
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A soft expression fell across her once-tight features as she extracted her hand. “Thank you.” She grinned, dropping her gaze once again to her salad plate.
“What?”
Continuing to smile, she met his eyes. “You’re not exactly what I thought you were.”
He pulled his brows together. “What did you think I was?”
“Well, arrogant for one.”
Nicolas feigned surprise as he flinched at her words.
She giggled, the sound like bells swaying in the breeze. “Superficial and a whoremonger.”
He pressed his palms to his heart. “I’m hurt.”
“As if,” she said. Her eyes danced with laughter for the first time that night.
“Well perhaps whoremonger is accurate, because I sure want to taste your lips right now.” An ache began between his thighs, tightening and pressing against his black slacks. His sight was riveted on her full lips.
How soft would they be against his? Would she whimper softly beneath his attack?
“Nicolas. I’m sorry, but I’m simply not attracted to you.” She swallowed hard, giving away the fact she lied. “If I’ve done anything to mislead you, I apologize.” Her hands left the table.
It was a challenge he couldn’t ignore.
“The thought of me pressing my lips to yours, of my tongue delving between them doesn’t make your nipples hard?” He waited only briefly before saying, “Tell me your breasts aren’t heavy. That a slight tingle hasn’t begun slowly filtering through them, aching for me to stroke them? Place my hot…wet…mouth on them?”
He trapped her gaze with his and paused. “Tell me you’re not moist just thinking of how my hands would feel caressing your body, stroking the flame that burns in your belly, building it into a raging wildfire.
Because that’s exactly what I would do to you.”
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With his last words her eyelashes lowered halfway, the thick fringe hiding how her eyes had grown steamy. The increased rise and fall of her chest was a dead giveaway that he had aroused her.
He continued.
“I would touch every inch of your body with my hands and mouth. I’d make you scream for me to take you. Then when every nerve ending grew so raw that your skin was alive, I would enter your pussy slowly until you tossed back your head and screamed my name.
“Nicolas,” he said his name in a whisper. “Your orgasm would explode as I filled you.”
“Stop.” She breathed the word.
What the hell had he done? His cock was rock hard. His palms itched to touch her. His mouth watered to taste her. This was torture and he had driven himself to this unbearable point. He couldn’t find the strength to release her from the hold he knew he had on her.
“Stop? Or do you really want me to lay you on this table in front of all these people? Grab your ankles, slowly parting your legs, before I bury my face between your thighs, licking and
Nicolas let her think about what he said before he continued. “Look at what you have achieved in such a short period of time.” He picked up the basket the waiter had set before them and offered her a breadstick, but she shook her head. “You’ve been alone since you were eighteen.
Moved to a different state. Started a new life where you had no friends or family to rely on. You have a college degree and have a brilliant career ahead of you. How many people can say that?”
A warm sensation filled him when she smiled. “A lot of people have degrees.”
“True. But not all of them have put themselves through school,” he countered taking a sip of his wine.
She stabbed another piece of lettuce with her fork, but didn’t put it in her mouth. Instead she shrugged. “I was given a scholarship.”
“You earned that scholarship. Even so you did this by yourself—
alone.” He placed his hand over hers. “Jana, Lisa says you are a strong, beautiful person. I know she’s right.”
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A soft expression fell across her once-tight features as she extracted her hand. “Thank you.” She grinned, dropping her gaze once again to her salad plate.
“What?”
Continuing to smile, she met his eyes. “You’re not exactly what I thought you were.”
He pulled his brows together. “What did you think I was?”
“Well, arrogant for one.”
Nicolas feigned surprise as he flinched at her words.
She giggled, the sound like bells swaying in the breeze. “Superficial and a whoremonger.”
He pressed his palms to his heart. “I’m hurt.”
“As if,” she said. Her eyes danced with laughter for the first time that night.
“Well perhaps whoremonger is accurate, because I sure want to taste your lips right now.” An ache began between his thighs, tightening and pressing against his black slacks. His sight was riveted on her full lips.
How soft would they be against his? Would she whimper softly beneath his attack?
“Nicolas. I’m sorry, but I’m simply not attracted to you.” She swallowed hard, giving away the fact she lied. “If I’ve done anything to mislead you, I apologize.” Her hands left the table.
It was a challenge he couldn’t ignore.
“The thought of me pressing my lips to yours, of my tongue delving between them doesn’t make your nipples hard?” He waited only briefly before saying, “Tell me your breasts aren’t heavy. That a slight tingle hasn’t begun slowly filtering through them, aching for me to stroke them? Place my hot…wet…mouth on them?”
He trapped her gaze with his and paused. “Tell me you’re not moist just thinking of how my hands would feel caressing your body, stroking the flame that burns in your belly, building it into a raging wildfire.
Because that’s exactly what I would do to you.”
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With his last words her eyelashes lowered halfway, the thick fringe hiding how her eyes had grown steamy. The increased rise and fall of her chest was a dead giveaway that he had aroused her.
He continued.
“I would touch every inch of your body with my hands and mouth. I’d make you scream for me to take you. Then when every nerve ending grew so raw that your skin was alive, I would enter your pussy slowly until you tossed back your head and screamed my name.
“Nicolas,” he said his name in a whisper. “Your orgasm would explode as I filled you.”
“Stop.” She breathed the word.
What the hell had he done? His cock was rock hard. His palms itched to touch her. His mouth watered to taste her. This was torture and he had driven himself to this unbearable point. He couldn’t find the strength to release her from the hold he knew he had on her.
“Stop? Or do you really want me to lay you on this table in front of all these people? Grab your ankles, slowly parting your legs, before I bury my face between your thighs, licking and
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