My heart picked up speed in my chest, but my feet stopped moving. Who the hell was this guy? Nicole looked over her shoulder to look at me with a coy smile on her face. She didn’t comment, didn’t laugh, didn’t say anything at all to him. I made a face at her, nodding sharply toward the back of his head. She shrugged and kept walking.
“The steps are a little steep,” he said. “But don’t worry, I’m here to catch you if you fall.”
I wanted to pull his ass down and toss him behind me. I exhaled and shook my head instead. I was forward when it came to telling women what I wanted, but I usually did that in a different setting.
“Is the master to the left or right?” she asked when she made it to the top of the stairs.
“Left,” he said. “Or on top, whatever you’d prefer.”
At that, Nicole laughed. Even I found myself letting out a laugh, though it was only because I couldn’t believe what a fucking loser this guy was. I shook my head again. Thankfully, the douche got a phone call and excused himself, holding one finger up and saying it was an important client. Moron. Nicole opened the door to the balcony in the master bedroom and stepped out.
“This is nice,” I said, joining her. The sand was on the other side of the sidewalk. It was a perfect beach house. “So did you finally decide to move out of your eight-million-dollar Hollywood Hills home and trade it in for this humble abode?”
She lifted her face to look at me, smiling. “It’s half the price.”
I chuckled. “You have expensive taste.”
“I have good taste.”
“I agree,” I said, placing my forearms on the top of the balcony. My eyes made their way down her body. She really needed to stop wearing those dresses around me. She needed to stop wearing anything around me. She inched closer, moving so her forearm was against mine, her hip touching mine, and tilted her head back slightly so she could still look into my eyes.
“Wouldn’t it be nice, though? For me to move in here. You can come over for wine night,” she said, her voice quiet.
We were at eye level now, our faces so close I could smell her breath. She smelled like watermelon, like that pink marker in the scented pack my mom used to buy my sister and me when we were kids. So fucking good. Delectable. My gaze dropped to her mouth, which she licked.
“Yeah? When’s wine night?” I asked, feeling myself gravitating toward her. It was unstoppable, this thing.
“Any night you pick.”
My lungs squeezed a little, the air stifling at the pull I felt.
“You know,” she said, beckoning my eyes to move up to hers again, “I called this guy because I remember him from a friend’s wedding. He was hot and really, really knew how to move his pelvis, and you know what they say about guys who can move like that.” She paused.
I felt everything inside my body begin to tighten. This burn began to form. It started in my ringing ears and made its way down to my toes. What the fuck was that feeling?
“So I called him up because I heard he was a good realtor and he liked to hook up, and I figured I’d get a two for one. Good house to rent and a hot fuck since I’m trying to maybe break the record of my one and only hot fuck being with you,” she continued. The way she said it made my heart squeeze and made my dick hard at the same time. I didn’t want her to break that record. Ever. Unless it was with me again. Only with me again.
“But then you showed up and I thought, damn.” Her face was now even closer to mine. “That’s a guy who definitely knows how to fuck, and I thought maybe I should forget about this realtor guy. Maybe I should go with the sure bet, you know?” she asked, a whisper against my lips.
For a second I didn’t move. I let the wheels in my head turn some more. Pussy has ruined the career of a lot of highly successful men. I never thought I’d be on that list. Never thought I’d be anywhere near it, but there I was, headed down that path. The crazy part was that even as I thought it, I moved. I stood upright, pushing off the rail as I pulled her back inside by her wrist, and crashed my lips against hers. I kissed her with the desperation I felt for her, relinquishing all control, and she returned it equally as enthusiastically. Her hands flew to the buttons of my shirt, mine went around to her ass and squeezed.
“I want you so much,” she said, pushing me back against the wall. I grabbed her ass harder and pulled her so she could feel just how bad I wanted her. She gasped against my lips, then pulled back to look at me. “Please, Victor. Don’t make me wait.”