The Only Way is Up

Part Thirty One

Chapter Thirty One

"You don't have to go to work, take another sick day...please."

Max wrapped his arms around Nicole from behind, his lips flush against the skin between her shoulder blades, the words a soft rumble against her skin. He had no intention of letting her go for several reasons. Firstly they'd just spent a monumental night together that he really didn't want to end, secondly, he wanted to take her out again, do what he'd never done before, spend quality time with a woman, and thirdly, she'd had virtually no sleep.

At some point over night, she'd lost some of her insecurities and thrown herself wholeheartedly into enjoying herself. Which only added to his need to keep her close.

Pulling her back, he planted his lips on hers. There was a slight moment of hesitation, a moment when he wondered if she'd stand by her guns. But then her lips parted, her tongue snuck out to meet his, and she clung to him, as though her life depended on it.

Wrestling her back on to the mattress, within moments he was in his favourite place, his face buried between her thighs as she exploded beautifully.

"I've got to go to work," she breathed as he came back to join her on the pillows.

He merely grinned, "I wanted you to remember me all day..."

"When I fall asleep in my nine am meeting it will be you that I am silently cursing."

Stroking the hair from her eyes, he kissed her again, "good. I'm tempted to cover you in hickies, so that you remember me even more."

Rolling her eyes she shook her head, "I have a job to do, a professional job; I can't turn up with love bites like a teenager."

He studied her for a long moment, "you make me feel like a horny teenager, and the thought of hickies on your chest REALLY turns me on."

"You are one sick man."

He waggled an eyebrow deviously, then when she rolled her eyes again, he dropped his lips to the slope of her left breast and ran his tongue over her skin for a moment, then clamped his mouth firmly, sucking hard. She tried to fight him off, but he was stronger than her, hard, muscular. Within moments she was running her hands over his spine and groaning at the contact.

When he lifted his head he was grinning, and he hardened against her thigh as he admired his handy work, "now that will keep me hard ALL day, you know how hard that'll be when I'm having the shit pounded out of me in the gym?"

"You did it!"

She kissed him briefly, then sat up, "now I HAVE to shower." He gave her a longing look. He'd dreamed of sharing that with her, but he had to take baby steps, she still wasn't a hundred percent comfortable. "Can you get the coffee on?"

"So how was your evening?"

Nicole groaned, she'd called Kim on her lunch break to see how their first night as a family at home had been. Instead she was having the third degree. "It was fine, the afternoon was fine, the evening was fine..."

"And the night?"

Nicole blushed and was glad that they were on the opposite ends of a phone call, memories of the night, the morning and everything in between flashed into her head, the long leisurely loving, the hard aggressive sex, the teasing, the tasting. It was an erotic and exotic night, fulfilling all that she wanted, without ever knowing that she wanted it all.

Obviously the pause, the delay in response allowed Kim's mind to run to overtime.

"OMG! Did he stay over again? Was it as good as first time? Are you seeing him tonight?"