Page 60 of The Wife Deception
"Everyone was begging for a chance to suck your dick. I thought I might have to get in line. How do you deal with it?"
"It comes with the territory. It's not me they like, it's my money. My position. If any one of my siblings were in my place, they would be treating them the same way."
The crowd erupted in cheers, turning our attention to the match. One team had scored. Nolan's favorite team. We stood up and clapped along with everyone else. Nolan's face changed, however, from excited to apprehensive in a few seconds, as his gaze zoned in on someone behind me.
"What?"
"Oh no," he grabbed my hand and started guiding me away from where we were sitting.
"What is it?" I asked, as I turned my head to see what made him act so jumpy.
"Don't look," he said and faced forward, practically dragging me away from the match. "Another sycophant. This one is worse than the rest."
"Nolan Hawthorne!" I heard a man shout. Nolan quickened his footsteps. "Hawthorne!" Nolan marched as though he could not hear him. He pulled me forward and snaked his hand around my waist.
I glanced back to see a short man wearing an over the top white and blue suit that looked more appropriate for the derby than a polo match. "Who is he?"
"Don't look!" He rushed us through the throng of people until we were beyond the grounds and closer to a small grove. There was an abandoned kiosk next to it and Nolan and I dashed behind it and took our breaths there. We were alone now. There was a pond beyond the thicket of trees, and nothing else.
"He's a family friend," Nolan answered, catching his breath. I leaned against the wall of the kiosk, my hands flat against the wood, while Nolan stood opposite me, leaning against a tree trunk."Why are you so afraid of him?"
"I'm not afraid exactly, but he can be annoying. He wants me to invest in his business."
"Ah, so a run-of-the-mill sycophant. What kind of business?"
"Fashion. Men's apparel. His designs are awful and look like they were made by monkeys."
"Surely it can't be that bad."
"Did you see his suit?"
We both laughed.
"It can't be his design."
Nolan nodded his head as though to say it was. I chuckled again. Nolan smiled."I love seeing you likethis."
"Like what?"
"Yourself."
My heart fluttered."I'm myself all the time."
"No, you're not. Sometimes," he pushed himself off the trunk and strolled to stand a few inches away from me. "You act like someone else. You put up a front so that people don't see the real you, but every once in a while, you come out. Especially in certain situations."
My breath was hard to catch. "What kind of situations are those?"
His hand went to my cheek, and I leaned into it out of instinct. "Situations like this." He caressed my cheek and slid his hand down to my chin, where he tilted it so I was looking directly at him. He drew me to him and kissed me. His tongue danced on my lips, slow and searching. My body felt weak and my hands went around his waist so I would not crumble down to the ground. Nolan groaned and became more insistent as he stepped forward and plastered my back against the kiosk. My hands were all over his back as he kissed me with naked desire. I loved the way he made me feel. Made me forget everything and just enjoy him.
A burst of electricity rushed through my entire body and a moan escaped my lips as I held onto his muscles for dear life. I drew his head down and returned his kiss with as much enthusiasm as he was kissing me with. I wanted him to feel what I was feeling and when he thrust himself againstme, his hand leaning against the kiosk while the other dragged me up against his body, I knew I had got him.
"This," he said when we both came up for air. "This is the woman I want to see. The real you." He brushed his finger against my lips. Without thinking, my tongue darted out and tasted him. He released a harsh breath and spun us around so he was behind me against the wall of the kiosk with me against his chest while I looked out into the thicket. He trailed kisses down against my neck, then up again to my chin and then claimed my mouth again, his hand around my waist imprisoning me against his chest. I gave up myself to his sweet assault, my neck bending to give him access. His groan of approval only made me heady with excitement. Nolan's hands caressed my body, running up and down my dress, gripping my thighs, my breasts, and back down again to the inside of my dress and right to my center.
"Nolan..."
Distant noises from the grounds got carried by the wind and pierced through the passion induced haze. I realized where we were and what we were about to do.
"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered against my neck. His hands were now digging into my panties, shifting them aside and thrumming my clit. Did I want him to? I cried, notsure if what I wanted was for him to stop or to continue. He flicked my clit with one hand and delved into my bra with the other. He played with both my clit and my nipple until I was a whimpering, writhing mess.
