“You said that to my dad?” I whispered. He nodded, bringing his mouth down to mine and placing a chaste kiss on it. I leaned forward to try to get another, but he moved. “So they really might demote you because of me?”
“Not because of you, baby. It has nothing to do with you,” he said.
“But you just said—”
His lips curled into a small smile. “Okay, it has everything to do with you, but it’s not your fault. I made my choice. I’m surprised your dad didn’t tell you when you spoke to him.”
“Well,” I said, eyes wide, “he asked me if there was anything going on between us and I denied it, and then he said you argued and left and . . . yeah, I don’t know. He didn’t make it sound very good.” I paused, searching his face. “I am so sorry.”
“Not your fault.”
“I can talk to him.”
“I have a meeting on Monday. I’ll plead my case and see what they say. If they don’t want me as partner, then it wasn’t meant to be.”
“How can you say that?”
He didn’t answer me. Instead, he bent down and kissed my temple. Just once, but the gesture somehow gave me the answer I needed.
“Are you staying?” he asked. “For good?”
“What does for good mean?” I asked.
“It means for good. That you’re mine and no one else’s. No more fucking around.”
“Are you mine and no one else’s?”
He smiled, caressing my face with his thumb as he brought his lips down to mine. “Always yours. I was never anybody else’s.” That tone. It made me think of the time he’d begged me to scream that I was his. When he’d pounded into me with a ferocity I’d only experienced with him. Just thinking about it had my heart racing. He loved me. He was in fucking love with me.
“Hmm,” I said, moaning when I felt his mouth on my neck, his hand crawling up my leg and under my skirt. “You mean I finally caught the untamable Victor Reuben?”
He chuckled against my chest, his other hand pulling my panties hard and ripping them off. I gasped, startling a little, and when he started moving his fingers inside me and using his thumb on my clit, I threw my head back.
“The untamable Victor Reuben,” he said, nipping my cleavage. “Take your tits out and I’ll show you how tame I am.”
I pulled the top of my bustier down, and uttered an unintelligible “oh my God” when I felt his mouth on my left nipple as his fingers moved inside me. I was all nerve endings, all feelings, no holds barred as he played my body with his fingers, his tongue.
“I’m going to fall,” I said, feeling my toes curling with an impending orgasm. “I haven’t . . . oh my God . . . that’s so good . . . you’re so good . . . oh my God. Victor!”
“Say my name. That’s right,” he said, biting my other nipple.
“Fuck.”
“That’s right, baby.”
And then, on his kitchen stool, I orgasm, eyes closed, toes curled, head thrown back. He pulled me off the stool and turned me around, pushing my torso down, my breasts on the freezing cold granite as he spread my legs. I tried to brace myself, but it was no use. When he thrust inside me I took in a huge gasp of a breath. He yanked the bandana off and threw it on the counter.
“I should use it to tie your fucking hands.” His voice low and in my ear as he fucked me. Hard. “I should blindfold you.” He leaned back and pulled my skirt up, his hand coming down on my ass in a hard slap. “I shouldn’t even fuck you right now,” he said, pulling out of me completely.
“No. No. No,” I shouted, pushing myself back. “Please.”
He thrust in just as quickly and hard as he pulled out, and I yelped at the feel of his girth and the slap of his hand on my other ass cheek. “I should make you fucking beg for it. If I wasn’t so desperate for you, I would.”
“Oh my God,” I said, feeling another orgasm surfacing.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and brought his other arm around my body to play with my clit. “You make me feel desperate for you, Nicole. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t bear the thought of you with another man.”
I gasped, my eyes rolling back. “You’re the only one.” I gasped again, the strumming of his fingers on my clit was increasing and I knew I’d lose it in a second. “Never anybody else. I swear.”
“Good,” he said, pushing my face down so I was flat on the surface as he increased his pace and started to fuck me wildly. I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed when the orgasm finally ricocheted through me, and gasped at the feel of him emptying himself inside me in three slow, long thrusts. “Fuck, baby.”
“Hmm,” I gasped. It was the only thing I could say.
He helped me upright after a couple seconds and pulled me to his chest, holding the back of my neck. “I missed you so much.”
I looked up at him. “I love you too.” His smile was slow forming, but huge.
“I know.”
I laughed, pushing his chest. “You know? This isn’t Star Wars.”
He shrugged. “No, but I know. I think you fell in love with me the last time I fucked you in my office, before you got married.”
“That makes absolutely no sense, but let’s say I did, what took you so long?” I asked. He bent his knees and lifted me into his arms, carrying me toward his room.
“I was a fucking idiot.”