Love At First Kiss (Love Comes First 1)

Nolan is watching me with hungry eyes and he doesn’t even look away when the lady next to him asks him what he does.

“Real estate investor,” he tells her, although it looks like he’s talking to me.

After that, the six other people pretty much ignore us and talk amongst themselves. It’s clear to everyone that we’re in our own little bubble, lost to the rest of the world.

I like it here in this bubble. It feels safe and secure and it’s exhilarating to be so close to a dominant man like Nolan.

When the main meal is finished, I excuse myself from the table to go to the bathroom.

While I’m inside, I text Nolan’s sister Brooke a huge thank you.

ARYA

Don’t be mad but I’m totally in love with your brother.BROOKE

Yes! I knew you two would hit it off!ARYA

How is he still single???BROOKE

LOL! Hopefully he won’t be anymore…ARYA

Thank you so much for setting us up!BROOKE

I’m just happy he’s finally going to have a girlfriend. Have fun!I wash my hands, fix up my hair, touch up my makeup, and then give my boobs a lift before giving myself a wink in the mirror and exiting the bathroom.

“Oh!” I gasp when I see who’s leaning against the hallway wall, staring me down with a ravenous look. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s time for dessert,” he growls.

“Back at the table?” I ask with an innocent naive look.

He shakes his head as his hungry eyes darken.

I smile, playing with him. “I love chocolate cake. We better go back.”

He grabs my wrist in a firm grip as I try to walk by him.

“We’re not having cake.”

“Blueberry pie?”

He shakes his head again and I feel the heat blossoming inside me. I feel a deep throbbing between my legs as his grip tightens.

“What are we having?” I ask in a breathless tone. My nerve endings are on fire. They’re burning with anticipation.

He pulls me up against his body and brings his lips in nice and close. “I want something sweeter than chocolate cake. Sweeter than blueberry pie.”

I swallow hard as his eyes roam down from my mouth to my tingling breasts. “What’s sweeter than that?”

He leans in, his lips an inch from my ear, and whispers. “Your honey. I want to taste it. I want to taste you.”

His deep voice gives me shivers all over. My body is craving him so badly. I lean against his hard chest and breathe in his rich masculine scent.

“Here?” I ask.

“Not here in the hallway,” he says with a glimmer in his eye. “Come with me.”

I just blindly follow this gorgeous mysterious man. I’m letting him take me wherever he wants to go. And in a minute, I’ll be letting him do to me whatever he wants to do.

He brings me down a few hallways and through a door that says Employees Only.

“Are we allowed in here?” I ask as the door closes behind me.

“If someone tries to kick us out,” he growls as he pulls me, “I’ll buy the place and have them fired.”

“You could do that?”

He turns around and there’s a fierceness in his eyes that makes my breath quicken. “I can do anything, Arya. And I will do anything right now to taste that sweetness between your legs. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how good you taste since the limo.”

My head is spinning as I follow him to an office at the end of the hall. He tries to open it, but the handle won’t move.

He finally lets go of me and examines my hair.

“What are you doing?”

“My older brother Westin had a stack of Playboys in his closet when we were growing up, but he always kept his door locked.”

I gasp as he pulls a pin from my hair and then grins as a loose strand falls onto my cheek.

“I learned fast how to pick the lock,” he says as he tucks the strand of hair behind my ear.

Imagining Nolan as a horny teenage boy surrounded by Playboy magazines makes me giggle while he turns and picks the lock with my hairpin.

The door opens and my heart starts really pumping as he grabs my wrist and pulls me inside. All of the lights are off and there’s no laptop on the table, which hopefully means whoever’s office this is has gone home for the night.

He closes the door, locks it, and then grabs the huge bookcase and drags it in front of the door. I don’t think he’s worried about getting caught, I think he’s worried about another man seeing what he keeps saying belongs to him.

When the door is secure, he turns and stares at me as he loosens his tie. “Hop on that desk and spread your legs.”

My body starts moving on its own. I’m no longer in control of my limbs. Nolan is.

I sit on the desk and open my legs a little.