Page 28 of One Weekend in Greece

A million thoughts run through my mind, but I know better than to say any of them. Even though I want to toss her over my shoulder and carry her to my bedroom, I accept what she’s telling me and listen. This is what’s different from all my previous relationships. I’m not in control. She is.

sixteen

NICOLE

I’ve been at my new job for a month, and I love it. Of course, everything is still new, but I know I’m going to be happy here. Where I’m not happy is at my new apartment. I miss living with Jakob and Dafni. Not so much Miss Owens, although her attitude toward me has improved greatly. I think she’s seeing someone. People are always happier when they’re getting laid.

We’ve all fallen into somewhat of a routine. After work, I join Jakob and Dafni for dinner and either a game or movie night. Friday nights are date night. Weekends are family time with either his or mine. I sleep at my apartment except for the occasional sleepovers with Dafni and once with Jakob. We still have amazing sex almost every day.

The clock shows it’s almost five, so I begin shutting down my computer. I’m so ready to get home. People around me begin whispering, and I look up to see Jakob strolling in and around the cubicles like he owns the place. He’s the type of man who owns any room he walks into. His expensive suit accents his body perfectly. He looks rich, powerful, and devilishly handsome. I know under that broody surface is a heart of gold.

“Jakob!” I grin in delight. “What are you doing here?”

“Taking you the fuck home.” He charges at me like a freaking bull.

“What?”

“Home. Home where you belong. Our home, with me and Dafni.” He rounds the corner of my cubicle and stands before me. “We can’t take it anymore. We want you home. And you’re coming home to be with us forever.”

The air around us practically crackles. His eyes are full of heat and determination. As long as I’ve known Jakob, I’ve never seen him so passionate. I want more than anything to run out of here with him, but how can we make big decisions so soon?

“We can’t base that kind of decision on one weekend of epic sex.”

A sudden hush comes over the entire room. I realize that everyone is watching and listening to our conversation.

Jakob pays no mind to anyone else. I am his sole focus as he speaks. “The sex was that good. I want you in my bed every day for the rest of my life.”

I’m not sure if I should swoon or pat myself on the back. I resist the urge to toss my hair over my shoulder and smirk at everyone and instead continue listening to Jakob.

“Dammit, Nicole. When are you going to believe that it’s always been you?” He reaches over and grabs my purse. “You’re coming home. You’re mine.” He grabs the back of my neck to bring our lips together. When he pulls away, he whispers, “You’re mine and Dafni’s. We want you home where you belong.”

There’s no way I’m strong enough to resist that kind of romantic gesture. I snatch my purse from him and heave out a sigh. “Fine. But no fair playing the Dafni card.”

I tell my co-workers goodbye as I exit my cubicle, then I flip Jakob off and stomp out of my office, listening to him chuckle behind me.

“Admit it,” Jakob purrs in my ear.

“You’re an asshole.” I moan and then sink my teeth into my bottom lip to keep myself from relenting.

He smacks my ass and then easily slides a second finger inside me.

“I love to feel how much you tremble right before you come all over my hand. Now, admit it. Tell me the truth, sweet one.” He slowly slides them out, only to thrust them inside me again and again. “Admit that you wanted to come back before I showed up. Admit how stubborn you are. Just like you’re denying yourself from moaning. You might not confess your desires, but your body is soaking my hand.”

He presses the heel of his palm against my clit and I cry out. I’m unable to resist anymore. I ache for more of him. I want his cock to be inside me. At this point, I’m so shamelessly aroused that I’m not too proud to beg.

“Yes! Okay, yes, I missed it here. I was scared. But all is good,” I rush between moans as he continues to tease my clit, spreading my juices before inserting his fingers back inside me. “Please, Jakob. Give me all of you. I need it.”

Jakob wastes no time freeing himself and putting on a condom. It’s not like we’ve gone a long time without sex, but today we’re both in a frenzy for each other. He pushes himself deep inside me and then pulls out slowly, so slow that I’m forced to lie there tremoring at the sensation of each inch coming out. However, he quickly slams back into me and finds a rhythm that sends me over the edge. His arms tighten their hold on me as he finds his release.

“I was serious earlier,” Jakob tells me as he rolls to his side.

“About me moving back? I know. You more than proved your point just now.” I give him a knowing smirk. I’m teasing him, but my heart is so full right now. His eyes darken as they take in my nude body, and I can tell that he’s thinking about how intense it was just now.

He clears his throat and then transforms back into his serious-Jakob face. “About marriage.”

I struggle to swallow. Butterflies fill my stomach and heart palpations set in. Okay. Wow. My brain grasps for words, but there are none. Jakob speaks with an easy tone, but there’s nothing laid-back about the way he’s studying me as he speaks.

“You’re not ready… yet. I’m not going to push or rush you. I know you don’t like me bringing up your age, so I won’t.” He cocks a brow, and then tenderness fills his eyes. “But I want you to know that’s where I am. I’m in no hurry.”

---