Six Weeks of Seduction by Ellis O. Day
CHAPTER 12: NICK
As soon as dinner was over, Nick was going to have Tommy take a note to Sarah. He was pretty sure all he needed was one moment alone with her and she’d be his for the night. His dick hardened at the thought. He glanced inside the main room. Everyone was still eating. He took a deep breath. He needed to be patient—only another thirty minutes or so.
Sarah stood, excusing herself and Nick had to fight not to grin. It seemed fate was finally on his side. As she walked toward the doors, he moved down the hallway. He had no desire to put on a show for everyone. She stepped into the foyer and headed toward the bathroom. He moved out of the shadows and into her path.
“Nick.” She jumped, her hand fluttering to her chest as her eyes roamed over him. “It’s really you.”
Her words were a soft whisper, almost a caress and his body responded, hardening for her softness. He hated that she had this effect on him—that he was a puppet to the desire coursing through him. He stepped toward her. She licked her lips—a tiny peeking of her tongue—and his control shattered. He grabbed her—one hand on the back of her neck and the other holding her chin. She wouldn’t get away, not until he’d tasted her. His lips came down on hers and she squeaked. It was the only opening he needed. He thrust his tongue into her mouth as his body pressed her against the wall. For one second, she remained still and then her arms wrapped around him and she was kissing him back. This was what he’d wanted. What he’d dreamed about for four long months. His hand skimmed up her leg, moving her dress out of his way.
“Nick.” She grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
“I need you.” It came out like a growl—angry and desperate. He needed to be inside of her now. He moved his hand under her dress, dragging hers with it, and cupped her pussy. “You’re so fucking wet. You want this to.” He kissed her, hard and demanding. She was soaked for him. For him.
She squirmed and he shoved her underwear aside as his other hand went to his zipper.
“Stop.” She pushed at this chest.
He froze. She wasn’t wiggling in pleasure. She was fighting him. His arms trembled as he forced himself to let her go. He touched her cheek, his thumb caressing her soft skin. “Sarah.” It was a benediction and a plea.
“Let me go.” Her green eyes were wide in panic.
“I’m sorry.” He backed away. They were in the goddamn hallway.
She pushed past him and hurried to the bathroom. He nodded at a guy who stepped out of the banquet room. The guy nodded back and went the other way. He waited to follow her until the man was in the men’s room. It’d been a mistake trying to take her in the hallway, but she wasn’t getting away from him. She still wanted him and he didn’t give two shits about her boyfriend.
