Forbidden Bride
“If what you said about the restaurant…” She licks her lips, and her breath is shallow. Being in this position is affecting her too. “If that happens, what will you do? Will you stay at Thompson’s? Do you even want to be there?”
“It’s a good job,” I say. “And I do like it. Even if I do think I might be more effective if I’m not constantly distracted by fucking my girlfriend in a closet.”
She’s grinning. “I’m starting to like that closet. Though I definitely prefer the bed.”
“The bed is better. But yes, to answer your question, I think I’d probably stay. As long as you wanted to be in Leighton City, and if your father doesn’t fire me after we tell him about our relationship.”
“He better not fucking fire you,” she says, suddenly angry. “If he tries to fire you, I will read him the fucking riot act.”
I laugh, finally pulling out of and away from her for a moment. “I appreciate that, but if he reacts that badly, it will likely be easier to leave.”
Nicola sits up and wraps her arms around my waist. “I don’t want that for you. I don’t want you to lose your best friend because of me.”
“I don’t think I will. But I knew that it was a risk when I came back. And I already decided that if I had to choose, that it would be you.” I turn so that I can see her more fully. “It will be you. And for the record, it will always be you. To echo the words you said to me that night, you’re it for me.”
She doesn’t say anything, but I know that she feels the words. I put an impossible amount of truth into them. I’m going to marry this woman. All that’s left is to ask. But it’s not today, I know that. “Do you want to eat something? Maybe watch a movie? Or go out to lunch?”
I can feel her smile against my skin. “I’ll do whatever you want,” she says. “I’m happy just to be with you.”
“Then let me take you out,” I say. “I want to take you on an actual date.”
“I didn’t bring any fancy date clothes.”
I scoff. “You could wear a potato sack and still be the most beautiful woman in the room.”
She blushes, and I think that I’m a little in love with that color pink. “Okay. Maybe I should shower.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Why?” Nicola raises an eyebrow.
I kiss her slowly with every intention of arousing her. “Because after lunch I plan on bringing you back here and having my way with you one more time before we have to go back to pretending that we don’t want to be touching each other every second. And after that, I’ll happily recommend a shower. Hell, I’ll shower with you.”
Her voice has dropped into a husky register. “Somehow I think that kind of shower would only leave me dirtier.”
“That’s exactly the idea.” Grabbing my phone off the nightstand I click it open. “Here.” I hand her the phone open to the photos of her with her mouth wrapped around my cock. The photos are sexy as fuck, especially the ones where you can practically see the impression of my shaft in her throat.
Nicola looks at the photo. “Holy shit.”
“It looks good.”
“Not just good,” she murmurs. “That looks amazing.”
I laugh. “Better believe I’m keeping that photo on hand for whenever I need it.”
Predictably, she blushes, but she also flicks through the rest of the pictures, and when she hands me my phone back I see that she’s sent herself several of them. Which is perfect. If she loves pictures of her like that, I’ll be sure to provide more in the future.
I stand and move to my dresser, pulling out fresh clothes. Nicola does the same in her bag. I could easily make room in a drawer for her to keep things here. The idea of that kind of permanence hits me in the gut in a good way. I want so much more than a drawer. Hell, I want to ask her to move in with me right now. But even I know that we can’t move that fast, if only for the sake of other people.
For us, this has been such a long time coming that it feels like we’re moving slowly through nearly dried cement. To everyone else, when they find out, it’s going to feel like a whirlwind. But a drawer? That’s pretty harmless.
“Do you want a drawer?”
“What?”
I turn, gesturing to the dresser. “I’m hoping that this isn’t the only sleepover that you have planned in the near future, and I want you to be able to have stuff you don’t keep in an overnight bag. Plus, it frees you up a little bit from needing an overnight alibi.”