Chapter 28: Chapter: 28

NICKLAUS

It was hell to deny myself the pleasure I so desperately wanted. Even though I know it's a losing battle. I might deny myself that pleasure now, but I'm not sure I will be able to hold on much longer. I wanted Andrea like I've never wanted anyone.

I was shocked to say the least when I saw her in my office that first day. The pictures in her resume didn't do her justice; she's so fucking beautiful.

But what caught my attention was the stark resemblance she had to Meredith, except for eyes and hair color, she could pass as Meredith's older sister, which would make her my sister.

I was quick to banish that thought, because what I'm feeling towards her is nothing brotherly, not even close.

Of course, I knew she wasn't my sister. Meredith was a teenager when she was kidnapped, and she had long black hair and deep blue eyes like mine.

Andrea is all woman, with full, mouthwatering curves. Curves that call to a part of me that wants to explore every crevice, dip, and hollow of that sexy little body with my hands, cock, and tongue.

She's also a few years older and has strawberry blonde hair that was so thick, and long I had to resist the urge to bunch it every time she was near me.

Her beautiful emerald green eyes were so beautiful and expressive that I find myself fixated, trying to read her from the way her eyes would light up when she's excited or would darken when she's aroused.

Or whenever she takes her fill of my person, she thinks I didn't notice how she looks at me; she was a natural-born seductress. She didn't need to lift a finger to be seductive, and that's why she was dangerous.

Unbeknownst to her, whenever she stares at me. I was secretly doing the same and trying to tamp down the instant lust that had shot through me and made my cock harder than it had ever been for any woman that first time.

I was always in a constant state of arousal when she's close; she's so guilelessly provocative that it's added to her allure. I wanted her beneath me, around me, and above me.

Even with this knowledge that I'm not going to rest until I've had her in every fucking way I'd imagine. I still fought it.

I hate losing control. Moreover, I didn't want to drag Andrea into my chaotic life. I am danger personified, and I'm on a warpath with unclear enemies.

So I leashed that lust fast. I wasn't a teenage boy who'd seen his first set of tits. I am a man who had enemies everywhere and trusted no one. I'm not easily tempted, at least not until her.

Everything about her appeals to me in a way no woman ever has: she's shy and innocent; at other times, she's bold and vocal. On top of all that, she's also a little fiery, though she's trying to subdue that part of her.

When I look at her, I don't see Meredith, but Andrea, so I'm not weirded out by the attraction I feel towards her. They are two entirely different people.

It wasn't just my morals that were stopping me from toeing the line, because let's face it, I had none. Andrea's breakable, and the fact that she was hiding something, presents a problem for her.

I've always known when someone is hiding a secret. After all, I was a master at keeping them myself. And Andrea McCain has secrets. I just hope for her sake that whatever secret she's hiding isn't going to affect the inevitable we have both been careening towards.

I remember our first night here, how beautiful and sexy she looked, sleeping in the shirt she'd stolen from my bag, her gorgeous hair wildly on the pillow, her fuckable lips slightly parted, and that fucking tiny lacy panties bared to my eyes when she kicked the blanket.

Fuck! My cock had shot hard in an instant, throbbing with the need to fuck her hard. I'd barely managed to get it to behave when, after an hour, I woke to find Andrea wrapped around me.

Her head on my chest, that beautiful hair tickling my neck, her leg thrown over my thigh that was between her lush thighs and long legs—so close to her pussy.

It took everything for me to not wake her up, rip her panties off, and thrust ball fucking deep inside her and fuck her until we're both exhausted.

Then she had to go and started dreaming, torturing me even further with her moans and whimpers, fucking and dampening my thigh with her wetness.

My shirt she had on had slipped, bearing her little pink nipples and my good sense had flown right out of the fucking window.

I didn't know when I'd flipped her on her back and God forgive me, but I couldn't resist having a little taste.

I'd wrapped my mouth around those beautiful tight nipples with hunger, and sucked on them greedily and they were the sweetest thing I'd ever tasted.

Andrea had moaned and hump against me until she came gasping and barely stopped myself from waking her up.

She'd gotten back to sleep, and I'd left to save my sanity before I did something far worse than what I'd already done.

We would have been having a whole different conversation the next morning, if I hadn't made that decision. She definitely wouldn't have been able to attend that first meeting with me.

Watching her tonight in that damn red dress, and fuck me heels, I was rock fucking hard for her. If I were a lesser man with no self-control, I would have followed her to the ladies' room, bend her over, and drive into her, fuck her hard until my cum filled her up, and drip down her thighs.

But I didn't lose control, never have, and I'm not fucking starting now. I was already doing things out of character because of her, but no more.

I'm going to would delay whatever this is between us until I've tested my limits with her. Because when I do there's no going back.

And when I finally got my hands on her, she's going to know what it's like to be fuck by a man like me. I grinned, knowing she's probably frustrated right now, maybe even trying to ease herself, touching her wet pussy until she comes.

It's okay, just this time she could do that, but when she became mine for however lo ng that might be. All her orgasms will belong to me and me alone!