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“Yeah?”
“Try to find something with a little more fabric than what you’re wearing. I don’t need to spend the holidays in jail for knocking out any man that looks at you.”
I can't tell if he's kidding, but I'm not about to miss an opportunity to spend the evening with Nick as his date to try and tempt him. Whatever he's feeling, I know that he's close to giving in, I just need to find the right motivation to make it finally happen.
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NICK
My dick has been hard since walking in on her, and it's going on twenty-four hours now. The image of Alexis's naked body is seared into my brain.
I’m supposed to pick her up in an hour, but I’m still in the shower trying to ease some of the tension.
The steamy water pounds against my body as I lean one hand against the stone wall of my shower and the other wrapped around my cock. My hand pumps up and down the thick length as my mind replays yesterday afternoon again. But the image of her standing in front of me in only my old lacrosse shirt has all the blood in my cock raging for her.
I replay yesterday's events in my head the way I wished they could have played out.
"Do you want it back?" she asks, reaching for the hem of the shirt.
I know she is trying to challenge me—and I like it.
“Yes, it’s mine,” I tell her.
She bites her bottom lip nervously like she expected me to stop her, but I don't. Slowly she pulls up the cotton shirt to reveal the treasure hidden underneath. My gaze moves hungrily over the soft angles of her body to the teardrop shape of her plump breasts and, finally, the delicate patch of dark hair between her thighs.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I close the distance between us and crush my lips against hers.
She moans into my mouth, and I deepen the kiss. My tongue dances along with hers as my hands move over her hips to the soft flesh of her ass. I squeeze and lift her. Alexis wraps her legs around my waist. My grip on her tightens as she thrusts her damp pussy against me and moans.
My hand moves faster on my shaft as I imagine the sounds coming out of her as she rocks against me.
I growl as my body tenses, and I release a hot load against the shower wall. I've never experienced the intensity of the orgasms I've had in the last day since seeing Alexis again. I'd probably die of a heart attack if I ever got to feel the tight grip of her body around my aching dick.
My body shudders as I pump the last of my orgasm. It takes me a moment to calm my breathing and racing heart.
I've met every challenge both personally and in business head-on, but tonight might very well be the most challenging thing I've ever had to face—keeping my hands off my best friend's daughter.
ALEXIS
I found the gown I'm wearing tonight in a small boutique tucked away in the city. It's an ice blue strapless dress with crystals stitched into the fabric. My favorite part is the side slit up the left leg, giving easy access to hidden places beneath the dress if Nick feels inclined to go searching.
He should be here any minute, so I take one more look in the mirror to check that everything is perfect. I only have one shot tonight. If I have any hope of showing Nick that I’m not a little girl, that I’m a grown woman, and that there is something between us even if he wants to try and pretend there isn’t.
The buzzer to the apartment rings. I grab my clutch and walk over to the door and open it.
Nick is standing on the other side of the door dressed in a tuxedo that would make James Bond look like some hobo that just stumbled in off the street. His gaze moves slowly up my body. I don't even think he could stop himself even if he wanted to. The look in his eyes when they reach mine mirrors the want I feel for him.
“You look stunning,” he says, his voice low and sexy.
The sound does things to my body that I’ve never felt before. It’s like every nerve ending in my body is sparking at once.
"Thank you," I say, rubbing my hands down the front of my dress. "I figured most of the women there would be wearing some form of red or green, so I thought I'd try and change it up.”
“Well,” Nick says as he pulls a long thin velvet box out of his coat pocket. “I think that what I picked out for you will compliment it nicely. Do you want your Christmas gift early?”
