Forbidden Bride

No matter what the complications between us, this is one hell of a birthday present. Fuck, I think again. I’m fucked. And I can’t even deny that I want to be fucked. By him and only him. Little spasms run through my body, and I can’t control them. Can barely find a way to open my eyes. But when I do, Tristan is looking at me. His mouth is still locked against my skin, that delicious suction making it impossible to ignore. “Dash,” the nickname slips out without thinking.

His eyes lock on mine with renewed fire. It’s what I always used to call him, when I would insist we race, and even though everyone told him to, he never let me win. When I finally beat him it felt so good. And it was the day I realized how I really felt about him. And now he’s here. Doing this.

And I have to leave. He just got back, and I’m not going to let him or me getting fired—or worse—ruin what we could have together. We can figure it out, but not like this. Not hiding, afraid that someone will discover us and everything will fall apart.

“I’ve always loved it when you called me that,” he says.

I look at him like he’s gone mad. “You always acted like it annoyed you.”

He smirks. “Of course I did.”

“You—” His mouth seals over me again, erasing my words, and I don’t think I can take another one of these orgasms. They’re too much. “I can’t,” I say. “I can’t.”

“You will,” he says. Tristan’s voice leaves no room for argument, those two syllables kindle new fire in my gut and spread heat under my skin. He’s right, I will. And I don’t ever want to stop.

4

Tristan

I’m a goddamn fool. I should have done this a long time ago, and I’ll always have to live with the fact that I wasted years trying to be strong and do what I thought was the right thing for everyone when it was probably the wrong thing for us.

Nicola tastes like the sweetest dessert that I can imagine, and now that I’ve had a chance to breath in her flavor, it’s all I want. If I had my way I would keep her in this bathroom all day, making her come until she could no longer speak. Hell, she might already be halfway there.

And the fact that this is still a first—that I’m the only man that’s ever tasted her—has me harder than I’ve ever been in my goddamn life. She’s quivering, about to burst. I know I can make her come again. I feel the way her breath comes quick and I see the way her hands are gripping the counter out of the corner of my eyes.

God, I want all of her. It’s taking everything in me not to lay her out on this floor and have my way with her now. I understand her hesitance, but I’m not going to back down. I came back to claim what she offered and I’m not going to let her think that I have any doubts. At all.

I run my tongue along the seam of her, savoring that delicate sweetness before sucking her deep again, listening to her breath catch. She’s so close, and I use my tongue, swirling and reaching over her swollen clit until I feel her shudder again. Until I feel her body release and her thighs lock around me.

It’s her hardest orgasm yet, and Nicola can’t quite hold back her cry. It echoes around us but I can’t bring myself to care. Let them hear. Let everyone know that I know how to pleasure her. Slowly, I help her come down from pleasure with gentle kisses and slow licks. I could do this all day. And I finally pull back from her, even though it’s the last thing I want to do in the world.

“Happy birthday,” I say, smirking up at her.

“That was quite the present.” Her breath still isn’t even, and her hair is falling into her face. I want to see that wild hair after we’ve made love, tangled and spread across the pillows. Draped across my chest.

A loud knock sounds on the door, and Nicola jumps and goes pale. “Just a minute,” she calls out, and steps away from me, fixing her dress. The woman wantonly enjoying my tongue is gone, and replaced with one who’s nervous. “You need to hide,” she says, pushing me towards one of the bathroom stalls. “Just until I make sure everything is clear.”

I catch her by the arm and pull her close to kiss her. Even beneath her nerves, she can’t quite hide the way she melts under my mouth. My Nicola is still there, even if she’s pretending that she’s not. I’m going to prove to her that this is worth it. That we’re worth it, even if I’m the one that wasted so much time. That’s my fault. I know that. But I can still make it right.