Six Weeks of Seduction by Ellis O. Day
CHAPTER 15: NICK
Nick almost snarled as he looked at his watch for the third time. If she thought he wasn’t going to go in there and drag her out, she was crazy. She was his. His! At least for tonight. He pressed a button and the window between him and the driver lowered.
“I’m going inside. I need you to…”
Sarah’s ass-wipe of a boyfriend came out of the building and spoke to the valet.
“Never mind.” He raised the window as he leaned against the seat. She’d be here soon. His dick pressed against his zipper. He’d take her in the car. There was no way he could wait until they got to his place. He’d already waited too long. That quickie in the bathroom hadn’t counted…but damn, she’d felt great. He had no idea why her pussy was special. Before Sarah, he’d believed all women were basically the same, but he’d been wrong. There was something about her that made him crazy with lust and he’d enjoy that until it went away. That meant her boyfriend—his lips curled as he watched the other man get into his car—was out of the picture until he tired of her.
He poured himself a drink. He never fucked women who had boyfriends or husbands, but tonight, he’d make an exception. Nick glanced at his watch. Ten minutes gone. He searched the doorway. She’d probably wanted to make sure her boyfr…Limp-Dick was gone. If he still wanted her after tonight, he’d give her a day to dump the guy. If she didn’t, he’d do it for her. She could go back to her dickless-wonder when he was done with her. He smirked against his glass. Not that she’d be able to walk for a few weeks.
He tossed back the rest of his drink. It’d been eight minutes since Captain-Quickie had left. Where in the hell was she? He poured himself another drink and waited, his eyes darting between the doorway and his watch. He was going to kill her. He finished his drink and got out of the car.
The driver rolled down his window.
“Mike, wait here. I’ll be right back.” His heart thudded in his chest at the anticipation of the chase as he strode into the building. She’d better have a good…more than a good reason for not coming to the limo. He’d waited four months and two weeks. He wasn’t waiting a second longer.
He opened the double doors into the banquet hall, his eyes searching the crowd. She was standing with a small group of women and men. She was drinking and laughing. She turned toward him as if feeling his stare. She smiled and tipped her glass as if in a toast. Smartass. He was going to toss her over his shoulder and drag her out of here caveman style.
He took a step toward her, but stopped as she said something to the others before strolling in his direction. His gaze went to her hips as they swayed seductively. She looked like a magical fairy in her green, silky dress. Okay, maybe she’d gotten hung up in a conversation. She had just won this award. He’d give her a break, until they got to his house. As soon as he wasn’t ready to explode with lust, he’d make her wait to come. He’d bring her to the edge and then back off, again and again until she felt a fraction of what he’d been going through.
“Nick.” Her lips twitched and her eyes sparkled up at him.
She was trouble and he didn’t care. He grabbed her hand. “Let’s go.”
“I have something for you.” She pulled her hand free and took something from her purse, keeping whatever it was concealed in her fist. She leaned up, sliding her hand into his tuxedo jacket.
He leaned toward her, drawn like a moth to the light. His hands shook at his side. His lips were only a fraction away from heaven but if he kissed her, he wouldn’t stop. He’d probably fuck her right here and they’d both end up in jail. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips.
“Sarah.” It was half-groan and half-plea. He needed her right now.
“I know it’s been awhile, but I think you’ve forgotten. I don’t take orders from you.” She turned and walked away.
He stared after her, his eyes on the way her firm, round ass moved under the dress. He needed to see it shake as he pumped into her, over and over until he came. It took his lust filled brain a moment to realize what she’d said. “Sarah,” he called out. It wasn’t too loud, only enough to be heard over the music, but there was a warning in his tone.
She kept walking, not even looking back at him.
He was going to torture her for days. Tie her up. Fuck her. Torment her. He’d make her regret teasing him. He hurried across the room, catching up with her at the bar.
“A Glenlivet for my friend and another Crown for me,” she said to the bartender.
“Don’t bother. We’re leaving,” he almost growled.
“He may be, but I’m not.” She smiled at the bartender and the man filled her drink and put a scotch in front of Nick.
He leaned closer to her. “I will carry you out of here.”
She turned, her lips brushing along his jaw as she whispered. “I’ll go home with you and we’ll do…whatever you want, but not if you make a scene.”
Each beat of his heart, echoed in his almost bursting cock. He moved closer until his torso brushed against her side. “Anything?”
Her green eyes sparkled with arousal. “Anything…with a condom. For the first hour.”
“Conditions again.” He had no idea why he loved bartering with her. It annoyed him that she wouldn’t obey but it also turned him on. “I should’ve expected it.”
“You should’ve.”
“But…tonight, you’re mistaken.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her flush against his chest. “I’m in no mood for games, Sarah. I’ve waited too long.” He was ready to come right now. He was like a bull elephant in musk. “I’m going to fuck you in the next five minutes. It’s either going to be in here or in the limo. Your choice.”
