Page 34 of Falling for Nicole
Chapter Eight
Nicole
Oh holy fuck. I just allowed Dec to screw me on his desk.
I’m sitting on the edge of said desk, naked, other than my wedges. Dec just disappeared into the shop equally as naked as he warned me to stay put.
I look around at the office we share and spot my clothes scattered around the place. Embarrassment floods me. I didn’t come here for that to happen…I don’t think. No, I came here to have it out with him for ruining my date, but the second he put his lips on me, I was a goner. Oh my god, his kiss. I lift my fingertips up to my lips as memories of what it felt like, how it consumed me, flow through my body once again. The images alone send more moisture down south. I’ve had the two most incredible orgasms of my life; how can I possibly want more?Because he was that good. Everything you hoped he would be.
Deciding I’m not going to sit here waiting for his possible return, I push myself off the desk and go about collecting up my clothes.
“What are you doing?” His deep rumble fills the room and I instantly stop, half bent down to pick up my bra.
“I should go,” I say, standing up and attempting to own the fact that I’m naked. It helps that he’s also gloriously naked. He’s stood leaning against the doorframe that leads to the shop, not caring one bit that I can see every single inch of him.Oh to have that body confidence.
“I don’t think so,” he says with a laugh, like what I just suggested is the most unbelievable thing he’s ever heard. “I haven’t finished with you yet.” The serious look on his face and the darkness of his eyes ensure my entire body clenches.
I’m suddenly reminded of how I ended up here in the first place. “You fucking ruined my date. I shouldn’t be doing anything you tell me to.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “Just doing what had to be done.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“He wasn’t right for you. He didn’t deserve to get to touch you.”
“We went out for dinner, for fuck’s sake. It wasn’t some seedy hook-up in a back alley.”
“And you came here for a fight, and look how that ended.”
“This is different.”
“How?”
“Because it’s you.” He stares at me, waiting for me to explain. “You’re just always there, getting under my skin, pissing me off.”
“And doesn’t it feel good, me getting under your skin?”
Embarrassment heats my cheeks and it reminds me that I’m standing here having this argument, naked.
“Fuck you, Declan,” I continue collecting up my clothes.
“Oh, I love it when you say my name like that.” My clothes are ripped from my fingers and thrown back on the floor. Dec pulls me to him, one hand in my hair, the other gripping my arse. “You need to fuck that anger out of your system until you realise I did you a favour.”
“Fuck. Off.” I fight, but I know it’s pointless. There’s no way I could walk away from this arsehole right now, even if I wanted to.
* * *
I wake with the most horrendous backache. Stretching my legs out and rolling over, I realise I’m lying on something really hard. What the fuck happened last ni…oh fuck!
Sitting up, I pull the blanket tighter around my chest and look to my side.
“Good morning, Gingernut.”
“Fuck, I thought it was a nightmare.” I drop my head into my hands as memories from last night slam into me. Against the wall, on his desk…over my desk, the floor…fuck.
“If that was a nightmare, I’d love to know what a sweet dream’s like.”
“I need to go.” I pull what I now realise is a picnic blanket with me to cover up, not giving two fucks that it’ll leave him bare. “Where the fuck are my clothes?” I bark.
