When I pull back, Nick’s eyes are closed, his arms covered in goose bumps. I give him one more kiss, this time on the lips.

  “Thank you,” I whisper.

  I hand Nick back his keys. Driving right now is the furthest thing from my mind. Besides, the fact that he was going to let me means more to me than actually doing it.

  Nick holds the keys up. “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah. Take me home, Boss.”

  “You read my mind!”

  And in case you were wondering… yes, a McLaren can go from zero to sixty in three point one seconds.

  ♫♩♫♩♫♩♫

  Delilah once more…

  Nick is driving like a maniac. I know he is dying to get back to my place, just as I am desperate to have him inside of me. Proof positive, we got there in record speed. What should have taken us half an hour, turned into a fifteen-minute ride to get here. Like I said, record time.

  He whips into my designated “tenant parking” spot – which is pretty much his since I don’t have a car - and jumps out before the engine completely cuts off. Wow! He is in a hurry. He jogs over to my door to open it for me, and helps me out. This car is so low, I feel like my ass is dragging on the floor. But no complaints here! I start walking to my door, but turn around when I realize he isn’t following me. He is just leaning against his car.

  “Aren’t you coming?” I ask, perplexed.

  “I didn’t want to be presumptuous,” he answers, shrugging his shoulders with his hands in his pockets.

  Damn, he looks hot!

  “Do you want a written invitation?” I ask sarcastically.

  Nick shoots me a smile so naughty my panties automatically wet. I give him a “come hither” with the crook of my pointer finger, licking my lips in anticipation.

  “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

  He pushes off his car with his ass and jogs the ten feet I am in front of him, grabbing my hand as we walk into my apartment. We barely cross the threshold and Nick is all over me. He pushes me through the door and has me up against the first wall he sees. He is like an octopus, his hands coming at me from every direction. He has me pinned against the wall with his groin – which is as hard as a freaking rock - as he begins to unwrap my dress. We are both so filled with desire that neither of us realizes that the front door is still wide open. Nick leans over to kick it closed with his foot and I take those two seconds to admire him. When he leans back toward me, the salacious gleam in his eyes drives me wild. I put my hands on his chest and rip his shirt wide-open, buttons flying everywhere, exposing his phenomenal six pack and drool worthy “v.” I just want to lick him from head to toe.

  “Bedroom,” I barely get out.

  Nick picks me up like I weigh nothing and my legs automatically wrap around his waist. All I have left on are my shoes, bra, and panties, and I can really feel how hard he is. His cock is pressing into my soaked panties, and I am no doubt dampening his slacks being this close. Even though he is holding all of my weight, he walks effortlessly through my apartment to my bedroom, like he owns the place.

  He places me gently on my bed, my head resting on my pillows, and then heads back down to my feet. The juxtaposition of his alpha dominance and then being a gentleman has me so desperately turned on that I begin to squirm.

  Nick notices my predicament and moves a little quicker than I think he had originally planned. He slides my shoes off one at a time, paying special attention to my ankles, kissing them slowly. He starts to make his way up my thigh, alternating between licking, kissing, and nipping. I moan in agony, or maybe it’s ecstasy, but either way, I am so hot and bothered I just want him inside of me.

  “Please, Nick,” I beg breathily. I arch my back and swivel my hips, showing him what I want.

  He smiles and licks his lips, and I think that I am going to explode. “Patience, LaLa. Good things come to those who wait,” he says, snickering at my impatience.

  He continues to spend an excessive amount of time on my calves, thighs, and behind my knees – if you ask me - but I am not complaining because any attention he pays to my body is welcome. He finally moves to where I am so fraught for him to land, but he just hovers. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, inhaling my arousal. And that’s when I snap. I lean forward, grab his head and drag it to me, his whole body following. I just can’t take it anymore.

  He has my body completely trapped beneath him, his elbow on each side of my head so not all of his weight is on me. I kiss him with everything I have, pouring my feelings into his mouth – titillation, adoration, desperation. I swirl my tongue around his, just the way he likes, then suck. He lets out a moan, and I know I got to him. I have been hanging on by a thread since having my hand wrapped around his dick at the cake shop, and now I know he is right there with me, losing control. I continue to kiss him passionately, running my hands down his back, to his pants. I work my way between our bodies to unbuckle his pants. As soon as they are loose enough, I use my feet to push them, as well as his boxer briefs, down by the waistband and all the way down to his knees. I am so focused on getting him naked, that I don’t even realize that he has managed to unhook my bra. When Nick leans back a little to take his pants and underwear the rest of the way off, I do the same, getting rid of my bra, and soaked panties. We are now both completely naked, skin on skin. Fuck.

  Nick looks me in the eyes and we are both silent for a minute or so. All you can hear is our heavy breathing, the smell of sex in the air. “My God, you are gorgeous,” is the first thing he says, breaking our silence.

  “Please, Nick. I need you inside of me. We haven’t had sex in forever. I need you inside me. Now!” I shout, not wanting to have a conversation.

  “I know, Doll.”

  I squirm beneath him, trying to press my swollen pussy against his bare cock. “So what are you waiting for?”

  “Are you on birth control?” he asks, barely keeping it together.

  “Kind of an inopportune time for this conversation. Don’t ya think?”

  “Are you on birth control?” he asks again, and I know I had better answer him before the moment is lost.

  “Yeah, I have an IUD. Why?”

  “I am clean. I get tested every six months. But I haven’t been with anyone since our club days.”

  My head is not really in this conversation, but it doesn’t escape me that he just admitted to being monogamous with me, even before I proposed my rules. That being said, I have no idea where he is going with this, but I counter with my own medical information anyway.

  “Okay? I was tested right after Ryan cheated, and haven’t been with anyone other than you,” I volunteer.

  And then he says the most romantic thing to me. Okay, maybe not romantic, but at this moment, I can’t imagine anything so meaningful. Still looking at me square in the eyes, unwavering, he utters, “I want nothing more than to be inside of you with nothing between us.”

  ♫♩♫♩♫♩♫

  Nick

  Bareback. It’s never even been an option before. I have never screwed a woman without a condom. Ever. Not that I am screwing Delilah, but that’s all I have ever done – screwed, fucked, plowed. But tonight…tonight feels different. Something is different. About me. About LaLa. About us.

  As soon as Delilah gives me the go ahead, I pull my hips back far enough so that my dick slides down her soaking slit, along her clit, then swirl my hips a few times, teasing her without mercy. I am still looking into her gorgeous eyes and the lust - mixed with… what is that? I can’t think about that now - has dilated her pupils, leaving only golden rings around the dark holes. Sweat is forming where our bodies are connected and I can’t tell if it is hers, mine, or both of ours mixed together. My cock is so hard that it is bordering on painful, but the look in her eyes, the desperation and need she has for me to please her is so exhilarating, that I put my hurt aside and concentrate on her pleasure.

  When I am sure that she can’t take anymore, I slide my cock into her inviting pussy. I glide in and out a few times, until I am completely sheathed. Never having been bare inside of a woman before, her warm, tight core catches me off guard.

  “Don’t move, Doll. This will be over before we start,” I say pathetically.

  She doesn’t move below the waist, but she cups my face in her hands and kisses me languorously, and I moan in to her mouth. I pull away before she has the chance to swirl and suck because that would be just as devastating as if she pumped my cock. As soon as I feel like I can continue without embarrassing myself, I start pumping my hips slowly. I turn back to look at her and her eyes are now closed. Oh, no, that won’t do.

  “Eyes on me, LaLa,” I command.

  And just like my perfect partner, in bed and out, she takes my direction. Her eyes snap up and lock onto mine. I continue to propel my cock into her, taking my sweet old time. I lose control a few times, thrusting harder than I intend, but then slow down again, grinding deep into her holy grail, causing intense friction on her clit.

  Delilah digs her heels into my ass, her way of hinting that she wants it hard and fast, but she is not in control. I am. Just as it should be. I continue my deliberately slow assault on her core. She again tries to take over by lifting her hips, trying to meet my thrusts.

  “Delilah…” I warn, but she continues to defy me.

  “Who’s pussy is this, LaLa?” I ask, straining to hold on to what little control I have left.

  “Yours,” she breathes out.

  “That’s right, Doll. That’s my pussy. Mine,” I grind out. And at that inopportune time, I realize that she is in fact mine. That I don’t want to be with anyone else, ever again. Dammit!

  I shake my head and focus on the task in front of me - making love to Delilah. What? Fuck! – having sex with Delilah. Yeah, that’s what I meant.

  She is wound so tightly that her hands that used to be holding onto my biceps are now digging in deeply, leaving welts.

  “And who controls your orgasms, LaLa?” I ask. I give her a piercing look, and she knows I am not kidding. She can’t win here.

  “You do, Boss,” she answers, knowing what that does to me.

  “Good girl.”

  Delilah doesn’t try to take over anymore. Our eyes are still locked on each other, and I can see in them that even though she thought she wanted control, she is even more turned on by my dominance over her.

  I maintain my leisurely speed, maintaining eye contact, until I feel her core grip my cock tight. Holy shit, she must be close! If she does that again, I won’t be able to keep my shit together. I don’t let her look away, even though she tries a few times, and watch as she falls apart beneath me. Her pussy grabs onto my cock like a vice grip and all I need is to pump a few more times before I unload my seed deep inside of her.

  I collapse down onto her, being the first to break eye contact this time. My face is wedged into her neck and I can’t help but inhale my favorite smell. After a few deep breaths, I kiss her gently a few times on her neck, then collarbone. Whether I want to admit it or not, something’s changed between us, and there is no going back. That was more than just fucking, more than just screwing, and I am definitely going to need some time to process it all.

  I peel myself slowly off her body, both of us slick with sweat and other bodily fluids. We both decide we want to take showers, but decide to do it separately. I think she needs a little time and space away from me as well to process what just happened. I tell her to shower first since she has a lot more clean-up to do. While she is in the shower, I go to the kitchen and grab a couple of bottles of cold water for us. I head back into the bedroom, waiting there for her to finish.

  I lie on my back staring at the ceiling looking for some sort of sign. I don’t know what. Just something to calm me down. I am feeling a little bit light-headed. Between all of my mixed emotions, the endorphins, pheromones, and adrenaline… What if she isn’t feeling any of this? What if it’s just me? Fuck, stop acting like a little bitch! I am just going to shower and go home. We’ve never spent the night together before, so I’m sure she isn’t expecting me to do it tonight.

  Delilah comes out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around her. Her wet hair is slicked back and her skin is glowing. She looks like an angel. If that isn’t the sign I was looking for, I don’t know what is.

  I jump into the shower and do my thing. When I get out, Delilah is lying in bed on her side, the comforter pulled back next to her, like she is waiting for me to slip in. I guess I can stay a little longer. She asks me to shut the lights, and I slide in next to her. I grab her by the waist and pull her toward me, turning her on her side. I pull her in tight, her back to my front, and we lie there together in comfortable silence. My cock is nestled between her ass cheeks, and as incredible as it feels, I am somehow able to tame him long enough to completely relax.

  Delilah’s breathing evens out, and I can only assume she is sleeping. I originally planned to head out once she fell asleep, but lying here with her, naked, spooning, I have never felt so at peace. I can’t remember ever feeling so protective over someone other than my father. So compelled to make sure that they are happy. I have only ever worried about myself. No other woman ever has worried about me, never taken care of me – not before my angel, my Delilah.

  I take a deep breath in and blow it out as my body begins to fully relax and sleep starts to take over. Which is what I assume Delilah took for granted as me being out cold. Because just before I am completely out, as I am dancing on that cusp of dreamland, she sends me the ultimate sign that I had been looking for, less than an hour earlier.

  “I love you,” she whispers to a sleeping Nick, then passes out cold.

  But I am not asleep. And as the sun rises, I realize that I never did.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Nick

  Even though tomorrow night is the charity ball, and I’ve seen Delilah every day for the past nine days, her words from the night I first slept next to her keep ringing in my head. “I love you,” she said to me when she thought I was asleep.

  She keeps catching me at work, staring off into space, asking what I’m thinking about. I tell her “nothing,” but in reality, those three little words have taken over my mind. What’s even more concerning is that I’m fairly sure that I love her back. My life has been completely turned upside down and inside out by this woman and I can only come up with one reason for that... LOVE. I’m in love with her. Does that scare the ever-living fuck out of me? Hell fucking yes! But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I want Delilah in my life. I want her with me…forever. And if that means buckling down and being with only one woman for the rest of my life, then so be it. As long as it is this woman. And I think tomorrow night, at the charity ball, will be the perfect place to tell her.

  I’m waiting for the inevitable call. I smile to myself. I can’t wait to hear what she has to say. It’s finally the night before the charity ball, and I am having Saks courier Delilah’s dress to her. I know that she has no idea that I did this for her. My only regret is not seeing her face when she opens it, but I want to wait until tomorrow to see her in it. I’m sure I will be blown away. I’ve also set up an appointment at one of the top salons in New York for her to get her hair and make-up done. That is written on a note inside the box with the dress.

  I’m relaxing on my favorite leather chair in my condo, sipping on some red wine – Delilah’s favorite - when the call comes in. I clear my throat and take a deep breath.

  “Hey there, Delilah,” I answer as I normally would.

  “Don’t ‘Hey there, Delilah,’ me! What the hell is this?” Delilah squawks into the phone.

  I stifle my laughter and ask, “What is what, Doll?”

  “This dress! And this note about the salon!”

  “What about it?” I reply calmly.

  Delilah stutters. “I…wha…why! Why?”

  “Because you’re my girlfriend and I wanted to do something nice for you after all of the work you’ve done helping me with the charity ball,” I say softly.

  Delilah is silent. So silent that I’m not sure if she’s still on the other end of the phone, or if she hung up on me.

  “LaLa? Are you still there?”

  “Yes,” she replies quietly.

  “What are you thinking, sweetheart?” I ask.

  “I just…I never…just, thank you, Nick.”

  “You are very welcome, Doll. I can’t wait to see you looking spectacular tomorrow,” I say.

  “I can’t believe you did this.” Delilah sighs.

  “Well, get used to it because this won’t be the last time I buy you things,” I say with a small chuckle.

  Delilah laughs softly. “I don’t know if I will ever get used to that.”

  “That’s okay. I find your reactions quite amusing.”

  Delilah barks out a laugh. “Gee, thanks.”

  “Do you like the dress?” I ask, curious as to what she thinks about what I picked out.

  “It’s beautiful, Nick. Thank you again,” Delilah replies.

  “And the color is okay?”

  I picked a deep red since I absolutely love how Delilah looks in red.

  “Love it,” she replies and I can hear the sincerity and smile in her voice.

  “Good,” I smile.

  We chat for a bit longer before hanging up. I rest back in my chair and sip my wine. Tomorrow is going to be great, I can feel it. I’m going to have the most gorgeous woman in the world on my arm, and I am going to be the envy of the party, for sure. I can’t wait to show Delilah off to all of those stuffy bastards.

  ♫♩♫♩♫♩♫

  Delilah