Unwanted Heat

Nicholas

For the last week, Alex has been attending several meetings offsite meetings on my behalf, but if I continue to miss important things, people will suspect something is going on. I’ve been stuck in the apartment for the last two weeks as my team tries to figure out who Richard is working with. So far, they haven’t found anything to tie him to New York.

After a call with him to follow up on a meeting he had last night over dinner with an owner of a company that we are submitting a proposal to, I realize just how important it is that I attend some of these dinners. So much of our business occurs outside of the office, it’s a key part of what we do. My next meeting is with Carter and Hunter to discuss my schedule for the next few weeks and how we can manage security at different events and dinners. Thankfully, we have a few days before the next one is scheduled, giving them time to finalize all the details. While it would be easier to stay at Accord Towers and continue to let Alex take care of these things, I can’t rely on him to close all the deals. It’s my name and face associated with PFS-people want to see and speak with me.

“Nicholas?” Kenzie knocks softly on my door.

“Come in, baby.”

“Julie has dinner prepared; I wasn’t sure if you were too busy-”

“I’m not, let’s go eat.”

Kenzie waits for me at the door, before leaving my office I lean down and kiss her soft lips. Her body immediately presses against mine; my hand goes to her hip as I hold her against me.

“Come, let’s eat before our dinner gets cold,” she blushes but by the time we reach the dining room it has faded.

“So I have some news,” Kenzie announces just as we finish with dinner. She seems a little nervous about whatever she is going to say, although I’m not sure why she would be nervous.

“Oh?”

“I’ve decided to hire Cara to manage the bakery,” Kenzie holds her breath, and I realize she was nervous about my response.

“That’s wonderful, Cara must be so excited.”

“I’m sure she will be. I… I haven’t talked to her about it yet. I didn’t want to say anything to her about it until I talked to you first.”

“Did you think I would object?”

“I wasn’t sure what you would think, you were nervous about me hiring Cara to begin with-”

“I was, only because I know her track record of staying with a job for any length of time. But I know she’s really happy working at the bakery; I think it’s exactly what she has been looking for, since she came back from San Diego.”

“That’s exactly what she said when I talked to her the other day. I wanted to make sure you were okay with it before I spoke to her about the position. I know mixing family and business can be weird, so I didn’t want to do it if you were uncomfortable with the idea.”C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

“Kenzie, the bakery is yours. I told you that I will help you if you want, but this is your decision. If you’re confident in her ability, then go for it. If things get complicated down the road, I’ll be here to help you if you need it. But, I don’t see it becoming an issue. You two seem to work so well together-”

“We really do. She has some great ideas for the bakery, but she only brings them up when asked. I know she doesn’t want to feel like she is stepping on my toes, but her ideas are really good ones. She interacts so well with all the customers: her bubbly personality makes her a hit with everyone.”

“I think she would be great as a manager for the bakery.”

“Really?”

“Really,” I chuckle at her obvious excitement. “Offer her the position; it would be good for her to work with Ginny closer before she begins to take her time off to visit her daughter.”

“That’s what I was thinking. She wants to plan a trip soon but with the press still on us… she was talking about waiting until things settle down and I can return to the bakery to manage things while she is gone-”

“Kenzie-”

“Obviously we don’t know when things will die down, but I don’t want her to have to wait. This way Cara can manage the bakery while it’s open and then we can work together after hours. I spoke with Hunter and he said as long as I went to the bakery after hours and entered from the side entrance that it wouldn’t be an issue.”

“No, I think that makes sense,” I’m not thrilled with the idea of her leaving condo, but I know I can’t keep her here forever

“Hunter said he would speak to Carter and make all the

arrangements so that perhaps we could go one day this week.”

“I met with them this afternoon: there are a few dinners and events coming up on my schedule in the next few weeks that I need to attend. They’re beginning to arrange security and will determine which ones are too much of a risk for me to attend, but the others I’m planning on attending.”

“Do you want me to… I mean…”

I know what she’s trying to ask; it’s still the awkward part of our arrangement. On one hand we are this normal couple, but on the other, we have the underlying arrangement, which is the entire reason we are even together right now. The reason that I signed the contract with Bridget, the reason that I married Kenzie… it’s still there and it’s always awkward when it creeps back into our current situation.

Part of me just wants to say fuck the arrangement, because things between us, as a couple, are going great, at least I think they are. But the other part still worries what will happen if I fuck this up? What then? On top of being completely heartbroken and devastated, I could be ruined in the press. And what if I told Kenzie I wanted to tear up our contract and she didn’t feel the same way? What if she liked the security of having it there? Until I know how she feels about it, I can’t bring it up… even if a large part of me wishes it didn’t exist.

“If Carter feels that security won’t be an issue, I would very much like you to come with me to a few of these boring dinners. They’re always better with you there,” I squeeze her hand as she smiles at me.

“Just let me know, but I’m sure my schedule will be free,” she laughs because we both know there isn’t anything on her schedule and hasn’t been since she had to stop working at the bakery.

“I’m sure it will be,” I chuckle and pull her closer to me so her body rests against mine. She lightly kisses my neck when I wrap my arms around her.

“I have a few hours’ worth of work to get through tonight; if you keep that up I’ll never get any of it done,” I groan as she nibbles on my ear causing my dick to stir.

“And that would be a bad thing?” I can feel her smile against me.

“I really need to finish this. Give me a few hours, and I’ll come to bed.”

“Okay,” I hear the disappointment in her voice when she pulls away. “I’ll be in the library if you need me.”

She walks slowly out of the room, and I immediately feel like shit. I’ve been avoiding her in a sense; we haven’t been intimate since I saw those pictures. I know I need to stop thinking of her as the woman in those pictures. I need to stop seeing those images every time I close my eyes. The Kenzie in those pictures is not the woman upstairs in my library or the one that just kissed me at the dinner table or the one that I had wrapped in my arms last night. The Kenzie in those pictures is not the woman who faced her own fears by placing my tie around her wrists so we could make love before we left Fiji.

Realizing what an ass I have been, I head out of my office to find her. The door to the library is open just a crack and I take a moment to watch Kenzie. She is curled up in the oversized loveseat that I had Carter arrange for her the day she moved in and fell in love with this room. She looks so relaxed, as if she doesn’t have a care in the world, despite the fact that her ex is likely working with someone who wants to ruin me in the press.

“Nicholas! I thought you had work-”

She is in front of me within seconds, and I quickly quiet her by kissing her hard on the lips. It takes her only a moment to get over the shock of what I did and to kiss me back. Her arms are around my neck, her body pressed against mine. This woman, this beautiful woman is all mine, and I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want her. I need to make up for the ass I’ve been; I need to take hours to worship her beautiful body. But right now, the only thing I can think of is how much I’ve missed the way her body feels against mine.

“I need you,” I whisper against her lips.

“Do you want to go back downstairs to our-”

“No… it’s been too long. I can’t wait,” I know I sound weak but right now, I can’t think of anything other than making love to Kenzie.

Without saying a word, she pulls away from me slowly and walks over to the love seat she was laying on when I walked in. I follow her, leaning on it before pulling her between my legs.

“You’re beautiful,” she has changed out of the jeans and shirt she was wearing at dinner. She is just in a pair of silk shorts and a matching silk tank top. Her hardened nipples confirm that she is no longer wearing a bra. My hands roam her body, loving the way the silk feels against her skin.

“Nicholas,” she moans when my fingers slide over her nipples, and her hips involuntarily move against mine. As I much as I wanted to spend hours worshipping her body, I quickly realize that will likely have to wait until round two-as it usually does. Right now, it’s taking everything in me not to tear off her clothes and sink into her. It’s been far too long.

“I’ve missed you… so fucking much. I’m so sorry-”

“Shhhhh… you don’t have to apologize.”

“I do-”

“I missed you so much. I need you; make love to me…”

And I lose it right there; her words are my undoing. I slowly lift the silk top over her head, tossing it out of the way before pushing her shorts to the floor. She steps out of them and takes her thong off, leaving her standing completely naked in front of me. I wrap my arms back around her, pulling her against me so I can feel every inch of her beautiful body. She moans the moment I slide my hand between her legs; her hands come between us so she can unbutton my shirt. Her movements are slow and clumsy as she tries to focus on what she is doing and not on what I’m doing to her clit right now.

“Nicholas!” she gasps as I slip a finger into her warm, slippery center.

With one hand on her sex and the other teasing her hardened nipples, her arousal kicks up a notch as her hands move all over me. My dick is strained against the zipper of my shorts, begging for a release. She must realize this because she reaches between us and within seconds frees me.

With my pants and underwear still around my ankles, I hold her tightly against me and lower us onto the soft chair. She follows me down, immediately straddling her legs over mine. It’s been too long since I’ve been inside of her; too long since I’ve made love to her. I realize right then and there that we haven’t made love since the morning after we admitted our feelings to each other. In some ways that seems like so long ago, but the reality is, it’s only been a short time since we admitted what we both tried so hard to deny.

“I need…” My strong, confident voice is gone, replaced with need and desire.

Without saying a word, she reaches between us and guides my throbbing dick to her hot, silky center before lowering herself onto me. Her eyes find mine, widening as she stretches to accommodate me. It takes everything in me not to thrust into her, but at the same time, I love the way she slowly sinks onto me. She wraps her hands around my neck, rising slightly before sinking back down taking me in completely.

“Oh God,” she gasps when I thrust up into her, pushing myself into her even more.

“I’m not going to last long… it’s been too long.”

With that, she starts moving against me, holding onto the back of the loveseat for support as she rides me. With her eyes closed, her head falls back, as her movements quicken while she chases her orgasm. I can’t take my eyes off of her: I watch the way her mouth opens in the perfect O shape, the way her breasts bounce with each movement and the way her lower lips are wrapped around my dick as she moves against me. I watch as she takes complete control of our love making-something that I have never allowed another woman to do. I’ve never made love to anyone except Kenzie, but I’ve also never let a woman take control during sex.

“Nicholas,” she moans, putting far too many syllables in my name.

Her walls tighten, trying to milk the orgasm from me and it’s all I can do not to come. I can feel how close she is, I can see how close she is by the way her skin is flush and her breathing has increased. Her movements are becoming more purposeful as she approaches her release. I’m gritting my teeth, as I can feel my own release threatening to spill over…

“Come, baby,” I beg her, knowing that I’m losing control.

Whether my words are her trigger or something else is, her movements change: she begins riding me harder and faster. Her head falls to my shoulder, just before she slides nearly completely off of me and then slams herself back onto me causing us both to moan in absolute pleasure. Knowing I won’t last more than a few more seconds, I reach between us and pinch her nipples.

“NICHOLAS!” I pull her down hard at the same time that I thrust into her sending us both over the edge together. She continues to convulse around me, even as she collapses on my chest, with my hands firm on her hips, I move her against me, letting us both ride out the last waves of our release.

I can’t believe I let that fucker deter me from making love to Kenzie. I vow in that moment never to allow anyone or anything prevent me from doing this ever again. When we’re together like this, everything is perfectit’s as if the outside world doesn’t exist.