Chapter 31: Chapter: 31

ANDREA

I could feel the heat of his body. The tension that had been building between us was suddenly palpable. I trembled even before his hand brushed my nape as he took strands of my hair and rolled them around his finger.

Nick closed the little distance between us. He still wasn't touching me, at least not the way I wanted. Needed, and the anticipation was killing me.

I could take a step back and touch him. He was that close, but I didn't. I waited, breathless. Why wasn't he touching me? My heart was beating so fast I'm afraid it might jump out of my chest.

“I've set some rules for myself, Andrea,” Nicklaus growled. “I don't ever mix business with pleasure. But you …”

He places his hands on my waist, his face in my hair, his nose tickling my nape, and he inhales deeply. I sucked in a shaky breath.

“You tempt me. You make me want to break my own rules, make me want to throw caution to the wind, I want you so bad, I'm fucking burning with it.”

He growled as he nipped my ear. I jolted, then he placed an open-mouthed kiss beneath my ear, his teeth grazing the junction where my neck meets my shoulders before licking it.

I trembled and moaned as a bolt of electricity zapped through my body. I panted my hands on the piano, leaning onto it, clutching it with all my strength.

I shouldn't be feeling this way, I shouldn't be this high, over a few kisses. But they weren't few, were they? Nick is running his nose in my hair, while he kisses, nips, and grazes my neck and shoulder. His hands were still on my waist, and I could feel his length poking the small of my back.

I'm so turned on that I begin to tremble, with pleasure, fear, and anticipation. I don't know, probably all three. I'm inexperienced, and I don't want him to know that, at least not now. He turned me around to look into his dark blue eyes.

“But I can't deny myself anymore,” he murmured. “I want you, Andrea. I'm going to fuck you hard, satisfy this hunger I have for you. Do you want this? If not, say so now before it's too late.” I nodded.

“Words,” he growled.

“Yes, Nick, I want you.” God help me, but I do. I wasn't thinking of anything when I agreed. My voice was breathy and filled with so much lust, he lifted me and placed me on the piano, making it go crazy with off-key notes.

He parted my legs for his lean hips, then, with a groan, he smashed his lips on mine, in a passionate kiss that stole my breath away.

I whimper, ensnared by his drugging kiss, even as I wanted more, clutching and dragging him to me. Nick forced my lips to part for him, then he was inside, sucking my tongue, devouring me, he took, he plundered.

And I melted for him, kissing him back with all I was worth, as if my life depended on it, our lips tangling in a passionate kiss that robbed me of breath and consumed my thoughts.

The piano pleaded for mercy. I begged for more. I couldn't think of anything, only felt. His mouth on mine, his hands on my face, taking control of the kiss, and the smell and feel of him.

Hard male, everywhere. So hard and smooth. He smells like earth, musk, and sin. If sin had a scent, I'd imagine it was Nick's.

Suddenly, he took his mouth away. I mindlessly followed, panting. My eyelids are heavy, my lips bruised by his kisses. Nicklaus chuckled. I forced open my heavy-lidded eyes.

That's when I heard it, his phone was ringing. He bit my bottom lip, pulled it slightly, and soothed it with his tongue. I trembled. I was more than ready for anything Nick wanted, and he'd only just kissed me.

Every cell in my body had instantly responded. My breasts were fuller and heavier, my nipples were so tight and jutting, and they ached awfully, my clit throbs, and I'm wet. A kiss shouldn't unravel me so. But his kisses always do.

“I'm sorry. I have to take this,” he said regretfully. “Go to the master bedroom, Andrea, and wait for me. It's the last door on the left. I will be with you shortly. I just need to answer this call, it's important.”

I nod dumbly, my brain still fried from the most amazing kiss of my life, with the beach kiss rating second.

“I won't be long,” Nicklaus murmured, and took my mouth again with a groan, as though he couldn't help himself, pulled back, planted a kiss on my cheek, then picked up the phone. He turned and stalked into his office.

I sat on the baby grand waiting for my weak, as Jell-O legs to learn their functions again. When I finally stood up, I straightened my blouse and decided to wait for him in his room as he'd ordered.

If I weren't so turned on and he wasn't my boss, I would have let him know how I felt about him ordering me about. But I let it go. I remember to grab my phone from the dinner table before taking the stairs.

Just as he'd said. The master bedroom is the last door on the left. Nicklaus' room is spacious, with a massive four-poster bed at the center and half a dozen pillows.

There's a small glass table in the left corner with two high-backed chairs, and a sliding door that leads to the terrace overlooking the New York skyline.

From where I stood, I could see the big swimming pool, glistening with blue water, pool beds with umbrellas at the sides, and something that looked like a cabana, or was it a gazebo?

I couldn't see properly, so I wouldn't know until I've got a closer look. Nick's terrace and pool reminded me of the beach penthouse pool, only on a larger scale and even more beautiful.

Now I'm sure the beach penthouse wasn't as impressive to him as it was to me, because he already got something better. My eyes fall on the right corner, near the door I'd just come through. There's a little bar, and on the counter, there's a bottle and a glass with half a drink inside.

There are two doors inside, I'm guessing one is a bathroom, the other a closet. I walk around the room, curious about Nick's private place.

The room is immaculate. There's no personal touch anywhere that would clue you in to the owner's personality, not even a picture. The paint, bedsheets, and curtains were all dark gray.

My eyes went to the massive bed where, in a few minutes, I'm going to lose my virginity. That too, to none other than Nicklaus Montgomery. My stomach churned with nerves.

My God!

I can't believe I'm doing this, my stomach flutters, my palms are sweaty. I'm nervous, not panicking. With Nic k, I never was, when it came to him, my body didn't lock up in fear.