Wife Wanted (A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance)(113)

 

 

 

"I make it my duty to know what I want to know. Dinner at seven then? You, me, and Amy? "

 

 

 

“I’ll try.”

 

 

 

"Please wear this necklace." He pushed the box back to me. The damn necklace again.

 

 

 

“I haven’t even said yes to the invitation,” I giggled as I picked up the jewelry box.

 

 

 

"I’m hoping you will. Please take it, and accept the dinner as my apology for kissing you,” he said.

 

 

 

"That’s fine, dinner at seven then,” I said.

 

 

 

“I’m guessing the only way to make you go out with me is by kissing you?”

 

 

 

“What?” My cheeks were on fire. “Of course not. Whatever gave you that idea?”

 

 

 

“Well, my illicit kiss got me a dinner date with you. I better score some more dinner dates to bank for the future,” he said.

 

 

 

“What…”

 

 

 

He didn’t let me finish. His mouth was on mine again, but I was ready for him. He was slow and deliberate like he wasn't rushing, and he truly wanted to explore the kiss. I let my hand drop to his side as he reached out to hold the curve of my ass and pull me closer to him. I let his body melt with mine. I could smell his essence.

 

 

 

Again, I felt his cock pressing against my tummy. I was losing my senses, and as much as I wanted to escape his hands, I was too weak to let go. As his hands moved from the curve of my waist toward my ass, I let myself relax. I knew he wouldn't do anything I didn't want. He had been in a position to take me just a few minutes ago, but he had stopped when he assumed I couldn’t handle it. His kiss deepened, his mouth searching mine like he had lost something. Once more, I had the courage to kiss him back with the same fervor. He pressed hard against me, his cock bulging even more as I kissed him. I wanted so much to focus on the kiss, but his cock was so huge I was literally melting in his arms. I broke the kiss, causing him to moan.

 

 

 

“Sorry," I said. I wanted so much to glance at his groin out of curiosity, but I knew better. He was well-endowed, I was sure of it.

 

 

 

“Don’t be sorry, Sara,” he said. “Don’t tell me you don't feel anything between us."

 

Nick held my gaze. I would not give him that pleasure by looking away. My lack of submission to him didn’t deter him; instead it made him more eager to be with me as he leaned in so quickly that I didn't see it coming. I didn't resist him, couldn’t resist him. His hands reached beneath my shirt and he hit a snag. I smiled as I let him figure out the best way to get to my breasts was to unbutton my shirt. It didn’t take him long. The buttons came undone like they were burning his fingers. The last one, a hook, got stuck, and before I could help him unhook it, he ripped my shirt apart. For this man, I would rip all the clothes in my wardrobe. He cupped my breast, tenderly at first, then a little harder. I yelped in surprise.

 

"Are you okay?”

 

I didn't reply. I put his hand back on my breast and squeezed his hand with mine, enjoying the feeling of pain which had become pleasurable. “Yes, I’m fine.”

 

He kissed me again and led me to a couch in the corner of his office. Within seconds, I was topless, in just my lacy bra and my skirt and panties. I tried to cover my breasts with my hands, but he gently pulled them away. I knew how much body I had; I had been teased when growing up about my curviness. The thought of a man seeing me naked for the first time was too much.

 

"You're beautiful. Never forget that," he said as his lips descended on my nipples.

 

If I had any objections or personal hang-ups, they all dissolved with his kiss. I relaxed into the sofa, my hand reaching toward him and pulling him down to me. I rubbed his hair, his back, his shoulders, anywhere my hands could reach, unsure where I wanted to settle until my fingers finally dug into his back. It spurred him on; he kissed my nipples harder, pulling and tugging and sending jolts of pleasure down my spine and all the way to my pussy. I could feel my panties getting wet. At first I was embarrassed, but then I allowed myself to get lost in the sensations.

 

“You taste so good,” he said as he lifted his mouth from my nipples and kissed me. He took my entire nipple into his mouth again, and he bit on it softly while looking at me like he wanted to make sure I was okay with moving forward. I wanted to look away, but his eyes were so kind, so endearing. I simply nodded my consent, which caused him to take my nipple between his teeth and bite harder.