Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males (89 page)

***

That night was magical.
 
They went back to Red’s house in
Connecticut, and he let her drive all the way home.
 
The car handled like a dream, although
she had to get used to the gas pedal being so responsive.
 
A mere ounce of pressure from her foot
and the car would jump forward.
 
Red
seemed to enjoy watching her struggle to control the beast, as he referred to
it.
 

It made the drive fun and different.
 
Red acted as though a huge weight had
been lifted from his shoulders.
 
He
was joking with her and being relaxed and lighthearted.
 

When they got home, he carried her across
the threshold of the entrance to the main hall, both of them giggling like
school kids.
 
And then it was
straight up to the master bedroom, where she laid on the bed as he stared
deeply into her eyes.

They looked at one another for a long
time, smiling.
 
“I could just look
into your eyes all night,” he said, brushing her hair from her forehead.
 
“I thought I’d lost you forever, but
you’re here with me.
 
It’s like a
dream.”

“I’m so glad you came and found me
tonight,” she said.
 

“I’ll always come for you,” he told
her.
 
“Always.”

“And don’t ever let me take another Yoga
class,” she laughed.

“Never.
 
You’ll get private lessons from now on.”
 

“Tell me you’ll never let me go,” she
whispered.

“I’ll never let you go.”
 

“Promise me.”

“I promise, I swear to every god in the
universe.”
 
He kissed her lips
gently, and she opened her mouth for him.
 
Nicole put her hands on his chest and rubbed down to his stomach, felt
his whole body shudder as she touched him.

“I want you to make love to me,” she
whispered.

He began to slowly undress her, and she
undressed him.
 
Pulled his shirt up
over his head and ran her hands along his washboard abs.
 

“Nicole…” he moaned.

Both of them had their shirts off
now.
 
Nicole had just a bra on, and
Red slid his hands beneath it and caressed her nipples, pressed the bra upwards
until it snapped off her entirely, exposing her bare breasts.
 
She laughed.
 
“What’s that, a trick you learned from
all those years of womanizing?”

“First time that ever happened, I swear,”
he said, holding up his hand.

“I don’t know if I believe you.
 
But I don’t really care.
 
Kiss me.”

And he did kiss her, more passionately
than ever.
 
They savored each other,
taking their time, nothing was rushed.
 
And for the very first time ever, Nicole sensed that he would allow her
to take a little control if she wanted.
 
He was allowing her to touch him without asking permission, even if she
wanted to touch his bare skin.

This new twist somehow made contact
between them all the more intimate.

Red kissed her lips and then he kissed
her forehead.
 
Then he kissed her
cheeks, and her eyelids when she closed her eyes.
 
“Don’t ever stop kissing me,” she told
him.

So he put his lips to every inch of her
burning hot skin.
 
Her arms, her
shoulders, her neck.
 
He spent time
kissing and nibbling her ears, whispering his love for her.
 
“I’d do anything for you, Nicole.
 
Just tell me.”

She murmured for him to keep doing what
he was doing.

He licked her nipples, first stimulating
one and then the other, until they stood erect.
 
He ran his fingers across her nipples
and she moaned, crying out.
 
Red
leaned in again and flicked her nipple with his tongue, and then he began sucking
and sucking.

“Oh god,” she cried.
 
“Don’t stop, it feels so good.
 
Please don’t stop.”

He sucked and licked, and the feeling was
incredible.
 
Her slick lower region
moistened as he continued to pleasure her.
 
Soon he was going down on her, and every sensation she had, as his lips
and tongue explored her entrance, was like blossoming fireworks—each new
explosion set off a chain of other explosions.

With her eyes closed, she could see the
explosions in her mind’s eye, blooming in all different colors and shapes.
 
“Oh, god, Red!” she cried out, as his
fingers began stimulating her clitoris at the same time that his tongue slid
inside her.

The explosions were reaching a crescendo
now, and she was screaming in total abandon.
 
Her entire body contracted as if in
pain, but it wasn’t painful at all—it was just so intense and every nerve
ending was sensitive to the point of being too much to take.

She had the most intense, profound,
liberating orgasm.

After she’d finished, she lay breathing
rapidly, her heart racing.
 
One of
her hands fluttered weakly up to her face.
 
“Oh.
 
Oh my.
 
I can’t—I can’t even speak right
now.”

Red slid up next to her, pressing his
warm body against hers.
 
His lips
were against her cheek and then her ear.
 
“Watching you get pleasure from what I do is the most amazing thing I’ve
ever experienced,” he told her.
 
“I’ll never grow tired of making you happy, Nicole.”

“What about you?” she said.

“What about me?”

She turned to him, regaining some of her
wits.
 
“I want to give you
pleasure.”

“It’s okay,” he said, kissing her
forehead lightly and stroking her hair.
 
“It’s not about me tonight.”

“It is for me,” she told him.
 
And then she kissed his bare chest,
licking his salty skin, tasting his nipples.
 
His body was rock hard, partly from
excitement, but she also knew this was difficult for him.
 
He was giving up some of his legendary
control to her.

She would make sure he didn’t regret it.

Nicole kissed his belly, licking down to
where the tip of his erect penis could be felt through his pants.
 
She quickly unbuckled them, as Red
moaned with anticipation.
 
She slid
his boxers down at the same time as his pants, and then she softly kissed the
tip of his beautiful cock.

His body tensed even more, but she could
tell it was from enjoyment.

“I think I might explode in a second,” he
whispered hoarsely.
 
“I can’t
control myself.”

“You don’t need to,” she said, grinning
as she took him into her mouth, at first delicately.
 
But then she aggressively slid down his
shaft and took him further and further, and he thrust his hips into her.
 

“I can’t hold out, it feels too fucking
good,” his hissed through his teeth.

She started to stroke the base of his
penis while she bobbed up and down on the head and upper part of his
manhood.
 
She’d never felt anything
so hard in her life; he was like steel.
 

And then he was exploding, crying out as
he came.

She took it all in, swallowing it just as
she had last week.
 
Only this time,
she was choosing to do so, she’d taken control of it into her own hands.
 
Nicole enjoyed his climax at least as
much as he did, and she had a tiny ripple of an orgasm herself as he finished
in her warm, wet mouth.

***

Later that night, after both of them had
showered and changed, Red ordered Chinese food and it was delivered to their
door.
 
“Best in all of Connecticut,”
he told her, carrying the plastic bags full of takeout into the dining
room.
 

It was a little strange eating in such a
fancy room, especially knowing that just a few days ago it had been the scene
of Red’s outburst.
 
There was no
sign of any of the wreckage though—the room was immaculate as it had been
the first day she’d seen it.

He opened the little boxes and doled out
food onto beautiful plates for the two of them.
 
Then they sat next to one another at the
large wooden table and ate, talking and laughing as they did so.

“Why does Glen blink so much?” she asked
him.

He stared at her.
 
“I don’t know what you’re talking
about,” he said, and then started blinking rapidly.

Nicole put a hand over her mouth to cover
her laughter—she nearly spit out her food.

“Do you think Remi might be bisexual?”
she asked.

“Don’t be ridiculous.
 
That woman’s never touched a man in her
life.”

She giggled again.
 
“Red!”

“I’m serious,” he said.
 
“Why do you think she likes keeping you
around the office late at night?”

“Shut up.”

He smiled.
 
“I shouldn’t talk out of school.
 
I mean, she hasn’t mentioned anything to
you about it.”

“No, but I just get that feeling.”

He grabbed a pork sparerib with his hand
and took an enormous bite.
 
“Nicole,
are you trying to tell me you have Gadar?”

She smiled at him.
 
“It’s nice seeing you this way.”
 
She put her feet up on his lap as she
twirled some lo mein on her fork.

“What way?”

“Relaxed.
 
Funny.
 
Being yourself.”

He smiled back at her.
 
“You bring out the best in me, Nicole.”

“Not always.”

“Always.”
 
He suddenly put his plate on the
table.
 
“Hold on a sec.”
 
He swung her feet gently off his lap and
then walked out of the room.

“Where are you going?”

“Be right back!” he called out, and she
heard his footsteps retreating down the hall.
 

She kept eating the food.
 
She was ravenous—Red was right in
saying it was the best Chinese food in Connecticut.
 
She couldn’t imagine anything tasting
better than this.

A couple of minutes later he returned, a
strange glint in his eye.
 

“What are you up to?” she said, sitting
up straighter in her chair, suspicious now.

“I’m fixing a big mistake I made,” he
told her.

“What?
 
What are you talking about?” she asked,
as he walked directly towards her.

And then he was dropping to a knee right
in front of her, and revealing the engagement ring in his palm.
 
“Please forgive me, and make me the
luckiest, happiest man in the world.
 
Nicole, will you still marry me?”

It was the second proposal, and she knew
what every person in her life would think about it.
 
But she still didn’t care, because deep
down she knew it was the right thing.
 
She smiled with tears in her eyes.
 
“Yes, of course I will.”

He put the ring on her finger and then
they hugged and kissed.
 

Things really were different now, she thought,
surprised at the change in him.

He got to his feet and sat next to her
again, and the two of them finished eating their food.

When she was stuffed to where she was
going to burst, Nicole patted her stomach.
 
Somehow, patting her tummy had made her think of pregnancy and
motherhood.

And that made her think of Red’s mom, and
the horrible way she’d treated him growing up.

“I was wondering,” she said carefully,
not wanting to upset him after such an amazing night together.

“Yes?” he asked, dabbing at the corners
of his mouth with a napkin.

“You still have contact with your
mother?”

For a split second she saw his guard come
up—like an iron gate suddenly slamming closed.
 
His eyes grew instantly cold and
distant, his jaw set.
 
But then it
was as if he sensed what was happening and deliberately forced himself to let
it go.