This was a feeling that was totally different from what she’d experienced a moment ago. This was her chance to give, to take him into her mouth but to give him all of her desire through touch and through her willingness to fully pull him into her.
Nicole wanted to finish him off this way, something they rarely did. Normally this was the precursor to sexual intercourse, but she wanted all of him in her mouth.
Red sensed this, and as his hips began to move in time with her mouth, she went faster. Sucking, slurping, totally unselfconscious now, she was doing all she could to give him the climax he needed and deserved.
Red uttered a cry—something she almost never heard him do, such was his control. But that told her that he was done controlling himself and holding out.
“Nicole—baby—I’m coming,” he gasped.
And then he shuddered, his entire body shuddered and her mouth was filling up with his semen. It poured into her, more than she expected, but she loved it just the same. It was sweet and hot and she swallowed it down with utter joy.
As he was pumping his seed into her mouth she touched her privates and quickly had yet another orgasm while sucking his cock.
When it was over, Red just laughed. “My God, that was fucking intense. What the hell was that?”
He walked back the chair and sat down, zipping his pants.
Nicole shook her head. “I don’t know what it was. I just know that I loved it.”
“Me too,” he said.
“I think I need to go to bed,” she replied.
“Let’s grab a shower first,” he told her.
They walked to the master bath together and got in the hot, steamy shower. Giggling and laughing, they washed one another’s bodies. Red took great pleasure in washing her hair, so she let him do it even though she wouldn’t have normally wanted to wash her hair at night.
But feeling Red’s hands caress her hair and scratch her scalp and lovingly squeeze the soap out of her hair when he was done shampooing her—it was beautiful, it was magical and innocent and sweet.
Everything was wet and soapy and they stopped for long, deep kisses. Through the steam and water and touching of skin on skin, Nicole felt that there was truly nothing to worry about. She would never let herself get caught up in petty, silly jealousy.
This man was giving her everything, he would do anything for her, and he’d proven it again and again.
So as she rinsed the soap from her body, Nicole had a sudden urge to come clean in another way. “I want to change my decision on who we should hire,” she said.
“What?” He looked at her like she was nuts. His dark hair slicked back, Nicole thought he could have been a movie star from a different era.
“I think Gia is a better fit for the team,” she admitted. “I just felt a little confused about the whole thing—you know, having a young, attractive woman working so closely with you.”
“Then I’ll hire Rick,” he said, shrugging it off. “No big deal.”
“I don’t want you to hire Rick. I don’t want my little insecurities to affect how you do your business. Hire Gia.”
He looked at her. “Are you sure, Nicole? Because I don’t want to do something that makes you even a little uncomfortable.”
“I’m fine now,” she smiled. “Better than fine.”
Red leaned in for a kiss. “You’re sure?” he asked again.
“More than sure.”
And she was—for the time being.
***
“We’ve had our first leak,” Red told her over breakfast a couple of days later.
“What kind of leak?”
Red sipped his coffee as he stared at his phone. “A leak about our wedding to the tabloids. The Rag, specifically.”
“Shit.” Nicole pursed her lips. “I’m so sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
“I don’t know. It feels like somehow it must be my fault.”
Red laughed. “You didn’t phone it in, did you?”
“Obviously not.”
“But we should probably think about who might have,” Red replied. He looked at her now. “That wedding planner, maybe.”
Nicole shook her head. “I really don’t think so. I haven’t even spoken to her since that consultation.”
“Are you going to use her then?”
“I’d like to. I just wanted to take some time to mull it over first.”
Red sighed. “I’ve gone on record as saying it’s a mistake to use someone who’s not used to high-profile weddings. She’s going to be totally unprepared for dealing with the kinds of issues we face, Nicole.”
“I like her. And besides, it makes my mother happy, which is so rare. Can’t I make my mom happy just one time?”
Red shrugged. “If that’s what you want. I always thought our wedding was about our happiness. This is our day—your day especially.”
“I know, but part of what makes me happy is making the people around me happy—including Mom.”
Red smiled, but she could tell it was forced. She knew his expressions as intimately as her own. “Sounds good to me,” he said.
“We need to discuss the guest list,” Nicole told him. She’d told him this numerous times over the last week, but he always had a reason not to.