Page 30 of Room One Hundred and Twenty

Unlike the coffeeshop, we won’t be around anyone. No loud chatting as a distraction, or any accidental brushes. Just us two in my bare apartment.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He mimics my very thoughts, yet he doesn’t budge.

“It’s a terrible one,” I agree slowly and twist the doorknob. Opening the door, I take one step back. “I think I can say we’ve done far worse.”

His mouth twitches as his hands curl at his sides. Without taking even a proper ten seconds to think about what is being offered here, he takes a step forward. Then another. Matching my movement until we’re both inside, he’s the one to close the door.

Now I’ve done it. Nicolas is within my reach and shamefully, sharing a conversation is the last thing on my mind.

Nicolas

I’m a terrible man. One who should know better than to cave the moment temptation rears its head. I’m only so strong.

The moment she’s leaning in for a kiss, I take it like the greedy man I am.

There’s something about the way Eloise sighs against my mouth that does me in. Like she’s relieved by the familiarity of our mouths fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

We’ve taken more than enough steps backward to make her bump into a small stand. There’s the clink of her keys dropping from her grasp before I feel her hands against my chest. She’s plucking and pulling, trying to keep a strong grasp on my shirt.

When she moans against my tongue, I lose all sense of right and wrong. Stripping me of what little strength I have, she lifts one hand and buries her hand in my hair.

It feels good to have her in my arms again. Feelsright.

Even if this is nothing but something impulsive on her part, I’m glad I’m the one right here.

“Nicolas.” Moaning my name, she leans against the stand as my mouth moves to her throat. Enjoying the trail of kisses, she tilts her chin toward the ceiling to give me more room to work with.

“Tell me what you want, Eloise. I’ll make it happen.” There’s a new sharpness to my voice, a hint of a growl as I demand for the order.

My cock throbs at the thought of this woman wanting anything from me. If it’s pleasure she’s seeking, I’ll be damned if I disappoint her.

Her hands drift to my shoulders and I feel the force behind her push. Without speaking a word, her message is clear.

Sinking to my knees, I’m wrinkling her poor dress by bunching it up her pale thighs. Struggling to focus on one thing, I grab her hand and pass off the fabric.

“Hold this.” Words thick, I hardly recognize my voice. Once my hands are free, I’m taking in the black lace of her underwear. Cursing, I lift my gaze. “All this time, you were wearing these and I didn’t have a clue.”

She’s breathless, her chest swelling quickly. “You couldn’t have.”

Leaning in, I inhale sharply. Her scent makes my mouth water and I haven’t even had a taste of her yet. “If I had, you would have driven me crazy from the very beginning. I wouldn’t have been able to have a proper conversation with you. Rather, I’d be too busy thinking about ways to get them off of you.”

Goosebumps prickle up against her thighs as I run my thumb along her slit. The lace feels lovely against my touch, especially when I discover how damp it is.

“How long have you been like this?” Needing to know, I reach down and palm my erection. “Was it before or after the coffee shop?”

She squirms when I don’t immediately give her what she wants. With the need to hear her answer, the truth comes out shakingly. “Before.”

Jealousy nips at the pit of my stomach. Terrible timing too as it makes me want to make her mine even more. I kiss her inner thigh, purposely leaving a mark.

“Was it another man?” Leaning forward, my mouth brushes the damp spot and I hardly get but a taste of her sweetness.

Her skin flushes as she parts her legs further apart. With a groan forming in the back of her throat, she tugs at my hair. “I thought about you, okay?Youdid this.”

The jealousy sizzles up in my chest and I can’t help but feel satisfaction.

“Then I suppose it’s only fair that I take care of it as well.” Pulling back much to her dismay, I take my sweet time pulling the lace from her body. Once she’s stepped out of them, I clutch the fabric between my fingers. “I’m taking these.”

Solely as a memento of this unbelievable moment. Accepting that I won’t be lucky enough to fuck her, I’ll at least be able to wrap the lace around my cock and think about her when I’m getting myself off later.

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