No doubt about it, Nicole knew she’d fallen hard for the billionaire celebrity mogul. But she’d fallen for much more than just his flashy lifestyle and his beautiful body. Nicole had fallen for the sweet soul and courageous man that was buried beneath all of those surface level qualities.
She knew that she’d love Red whether he was a famous businessman or just some mechanic like her dad. She didn’t care about the money or the fame or anything but the way Red touched her, the way he loved her, and of course the way his eyes met hers. The way he looked at her made her feel wanted down to the very depths of her soul and she was able to trust him, despite all of the obstacles facing their relationship.
“Oh, Red,” she moaned as his strong hands grabbed her hips and guided her motion, their pelvises moving together, completely in sync.
He closed his eyes and she saw his chest rising and falling faster and faster. Nicole’s breasts heaved, sweat glistening as she rode her dark haired man, and she was so wet now that everything was moist and glistening and fast.
He thrust deep inside of her, touching something so personal and private that the shock of it set off a climax the likes of which she couldn’t have imagined.
And her climax was a catalyst for Red, who gripped her arms and pulled her toward him as he came inside of her. Their mouths pressed together, tongues intertwined, everything as one.
She could feel him, could feel his heart pounding against her breast in a steady, fast rhythm as their crescendo caused Nicole’s entire body to lock up in a state of pure bliss.
When it was over, they lay together, panting, Red chuckling as he regained his senses. “This bed looks like it’s just been through a war.”
Nicole glanced at the silk sheets, half on the bed, half on the floor. Pillows tossed across the room. And the two of them, their juices and sweat and sex comingling as they lay, spent.
“We’ll definitely need to do a wash,” she told him, keeping her head on his bare chest so she could listen to the sound of his heart.
Red stroked her hair softly, kissed the top of her head. “I can’t believe how lucky I am,” he said.
She glanced up at him. “You lead a charmed life.”
“Not quite,” he said, his expression growing more somber.
“You’re rich, famous, successful, good looking, intelligent. And you have an awesome woman who adores you. Isn’t that the definition of leading a charmed life?”
He laughed, the darkness fading and lightness returning to his eyes. “When you put it that way…”
“You deserve everything you have,” she told him, caressing his chest with her hand. “You’re a beautiful person inside and out.”
“Only you see me as I really am, Nicole.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll do anything for you and I’m always going to protect you. You know that, right?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
It felt so good and right lying in Red’s arms like this. Everything was just perfect, and for a moment she had not a care in the world. And then, as if her own mind couldn’t allow Nicole to just enjoy this small slice of perfection—she remembered her parents.
“Oh god,” she muttered, filled with dread at the thought of her mother’s judgment.
“What’s wrong?” Red asked.
“I just thought about how I need to tell my parents the wedding is on again.”
“So?”
“So, my mother’s going to be insufferable. She was relieved when I told her we’d broken up.”
“That’s it. I’m calling her.” He made as if to get out of bed, and Nicole clutched at him.
“Don’t you dare. I’m serious.”
“You are?”
“Yes.”
He began tickling her, his fingers goosing her stomach and ribs and she was giggling and trying to keep him at bay.
“I don’t know, Nicole. You’re laughing. You don’t seem very serious to me.”
“Please—Red! Red!” she squealed.
“What?”
“Stop!” she gasped.
He let go of her and grinned as she once again straddled him. “Your parents won’t ever approve of me,” he said. His smile faded a little as he said it. “But I’m not worried about them. I love you and nothing and no one is going to change that.”
“I just don’t want to have to defend myself to her.”
“Your mom?”
“She’s going to pester me constantly.”
He grabbed her wrists lightly and pulled her down for a long, extended kiss. The warmth of his lips and body, his closeness—the smell of him—it made her mind go blank. All she knew was how good Red felt. And then they stopped kissing. Red stroked her hair again, sending shivers up and down her spine.
“Next time you speak to her, remember us—remember what we have,” he said. “Keep it in your mind and hold onto it. Never let anybody make you doubt what we share.”
“Okay.”
“Promise me, Nicole.”
“I promise,” she said.
And then they kissed again, making Nicole forget everything—everything but the magic that the two of them made when they were close.
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