Nixie couldn’t drag her eyes away from the sight. She watched him disappear inside of her over and over again only to be pulled out before she could get enough.
“Beg me to do it,” he encouraged. “I want to hear you beg.”
Nixie would have done nearly anything to have him fully inside of her. Begging, at this point, was not above her. “Please, Nick,” she whimpered. “Please. Please. Just fuck me.”
Nick chuckled in delight. “Your wish is my command.”
Nixie held her breath as he unhurriedly slid inside of her, inch after inch slowly forced deeper. She practically saw stars when he slid fully inside of her. He filled her to the brim…firmly, snugly. His size was absolutely perfect. She’d never felt anything like this.
Before, her lovers had been dramatically over each end of the scale. Some so big and rough that it had been painful, like sleeping with a jackhammer. Others had been so small it was almost not worth the effort put in.
But Nick? Nick slid along her, making her body tingle and clench around him. The second he entered her, she never wanted to have sex with anyone else ever again. It was that good.
She easily began raising her hips to meet his thrusts, each one bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm.
* * *
Nick felt her getting close, could tell by her adorable little gasps. He picked up his pace, eager to drive her over the edge again. He let out a low groan as her hands gripped his backside, forcing him deeper inside of her. Perhaps she was the one about to bring him to climax. His face took on a look of determination as he picked up speed. He couldn’t finish yet, not until he left her pleasantly numb.
Nixie’s rhythm quickened once more and he had a moment of concern that he was being too rough, but then she began giving soft, desperate whimpers. They were definitely good sounds.
With renewed vigor, Nick moved inside of her and a moment later felt her clamp down on him, her muscles giving a spasm. It took ever ounce of self-control he had not to orgasm himself. He gritted his teeth and clenched a fistful of sheets in his hand. Once she was finished, he gave her a second to recoup before leaning down and whispering in her ear, “One more time.”
Nixie’s eyes widened, in startled surprise. “What?”
He nuzzled along her neck, leaving a trail of small kisses. “One more time and then I’ll finish.”
“Impossible!” Nixie cried.
“Not impossible,” he corrected. Before she could respond, Nick flipped her over, forced her to her knees, and thrust into her from behind.
Nixie gave a yelp of surprise at the suddenness, but arched her back in reply to his movements.
He began gliding in and out of her, stroking her hips and butt. “One more time, baby.” She didn’t respond, but the way she moved her hips in sync with his gave him reason to believe that three was a very good possibility. He slid his hand down between her legs, found her clit, and began stroking it.
She gave a sharp intake of breath and pushed her body back onto him, taking him as deep as possible.
Nick thrust forcefully, quickly, the whole time his fingers coaxing her body to another wave of pleasure. It didn’t take long until he had her close again. The only problem was he didn’t know how much longer he could last. “You’d better finish soon,” he growled as he rammed in and out of her, “because I’m about to come.”
That statement seemed to be enough to push her over the edge. As their bodies slammed together, Nixie gave a hoarse cry as another orgasm raced through her body.
Her holler and the feel of her body clenching around him was enough to do him in. With one last, hard thrust, he emptied himself inside of her.
* * *
Nixie felt Nick stiffen behind her and a moment later, he was finished. She reveled in the sensation, taking deep, ragged breaths.
He stayed there, holding her tightly against him for a minute before collapsing to the bed and pulling her down with him, where they both lay gasping and exhausted.
Nixie was unbelievably sleepy after the energy used to reach her third orgasm. Her mind boggled at that thought. A third orgasm. Wow. A second orgasm was a rare and treasured thing. Three was unheard of.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” Nick said softly in her ear.
“Nothing else even compared,” she agreed. “That was in a different league of sex. That was…”
“Perfect.” He finished her sentence for her.
Nixie nodded. As she nodded, she ran her cheek along his chest. “Uh-huh,” she mumbled contently.
Nick stroked a hand up and down her arm, tickling her skin.
She couldn’t believe she was here…in Nicholas Morgan’s bed…tingling from multiple orgasms. It was all so unreal. And being with him just felt so right. A girl could get used to this kind of treatment.
His fingertips trailed along her throat in a gentle pattern, brushing against the gold locket. “Nix,” he asked in concern. “Are you in some kind of trouble?”
Nixie was so distracted by the cute nickname it took her a moment to hear his question. “What?” she asked in confusion.
“Do you need money?” he asked, fingering the locket.
Nixie felt her heart sink to her toes. Surely, he couldn’t think... She felt tears spring to her eyes. He’d slept with her. He’d had his orgasm and now he was asking about money like she was some desperate thief who just happened to get her jollies on the side. She bolted upright, staring angrily down at him though her vision was blurry with tears. “Nick, I didn’t steal from you.”
His expression turned to one of horror at seeing her tears. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you.” He fumbled over his words after this statement. That meant he didn’t believe her, but he felt bad about hurting her feelings. He still believed she’d come here to rob him. Plain and simple.
She thought about bolting, but Nick grabbed ahold of her arm as if he could sense it. “Please don’t go.” His voice was pleading. “I’m begging you,” he said, sounding desperate. “Don’t leave.”
Nixie hesitated, unsure of what to do. Sure, he’d hurt her feelings, but she really, really wanted to stay. She wanted to curl up next to him and forget all about anything else. But…
Nick leaned forward and kissed her tenderly, making her forget all about any objections. “Say you’ll stay.”
“All right.” She grumbled even though she was silently thrilled. “I’ll stay.”
“Good.” He kissed her again then pulled her down to lie next to him.
Nixie lay against him, listening to the beat of his heart. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. She liked Nick. She liked him a lot. Her brain kept telling her this had zero chance of going anywhere, but her heart was going crazy at the way his hand was stroking her back. Internally, she groaned. Shit. Shit. Shit. She could not be having feelings for him just because he was being gentle with her and begging her to stay. Her reaction to his smiles was evidence enough. Shit. She was so about to get her heart trampled on.
* * *
Nick was silently cursing his stupidity. What was wrong with him? He was having seriously strong feelings for the girl who just tried to rob him. How demented was that? He couldn’t help it, though. She was adorable. And her scent… His thoughts trailed off as he leaned closer. Sliding his arm around her waist, he buried his face into her hair and inhaled. Damn. He was hooked.
He lay holding her tightly until he heard her breathing start to slow. “Nix?” he finally asked quietly. “There isn’t some getaway car waiting for you outside, is there?” He made it sound like a joke, but he was curious.
“No,” she responded with a tired mumble.
He smiled. He couldn’t help it. “Good,” he whispered, feeling relief flood through him. This felt so perfect, so right. Nick only prayed that she wasn’t playing him.
Chapter Three
Nixie woke up alone and naked in a strange bed…in a strange room…in a strange house. It took her half a minute to remember where she was. “Oh, shit,” she breathed in apprehension. Looking around, she panicked when she discovered her clothes were missing. Great. No graceful exit here.
Sitting up, she followed her ears to the bathroom connected to the bedroom. The door was wide open and she could hear the shower running. If she was going to get her clothing back, Nixie needed to talk to the man of the house. The scrumptious, sex fiendish man of the house. She shook her head to clear it of such thoughts. That wasn’t going to help her.
She briefly thought about snatching a t-shirt and a pair of sweats from his dresser. She could be gone before he even got out of the shower, but she also scrapped that idea. Stealing the man’s clothes was not a good way to prove she had no intentions of robbing him. Like it or not, she was going to have to face him.
With a determined look on her face, she climbed out of bed and marched to the bathroom. She rapped on the open door. “Nick?” Her eyes scanned the room and she had to fight to keep her jaw from dropping. It looked like he’d spent more money decorating his bathroom than she had on her entire apartment.