Blame it on the Champagne (Blame it on the Alcohol #1) - Fiona Cole Page 0,101

moved to another and another, one tiny orgasm after the next until Nico finally took mercy on me and slowed his fingers, letting me come back from the suspended explosion. When he finally sat back, I was crying, unable to catch my breath. He pulled me onto his lap and held me close, letting me cry out whatever he set free.

I didn’t even know what had me crying, but the emotions drowned me, and all I wanted to do was confess my love and climb inside him forever.

“You did amazing. So perfectly beautiful. I can’t wait to get you home and make love to you on every surface we can. We can mark it as our own—make it our home.”

My body wanted to react to the way he said “make-love” instead of fucking, but I was too exhausted to think, let alone move my mouth and ask him. I tucked it away for later and curled tighter.

And that’s how we spent the rest of the flight. Me in his lap as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. At one point, he shifted me astride his lap, slipping inside and moving my hips slowly, not taking his eyes from mine once. When we finished, he slipped free and continued to hold me close, not bothering to wipe away the cum slipping down my thighs.

I didn’t bother to wipe it away even when we deboarded and climbed inside the back of the car.

While I relaxed the closer we got to home, Nico’s nervous bounce and nail-biting came roaring back.

“How about we order in and open the red you liked so much? The one we got in Sicily,” he suggested.

“Okay. That sounds nice.”

While I smiled, Nico nodded, his smile there, but forced.

“After we unpack, we can eat, and then…then maybe we can talk. I-I have something I want to tell you.”

The hesitant, stuttering words gave me pause. The way he sounded like he was choking them out sent off alarm bells. But I didn’t want alarm bells. I wanted my husband. I wanted to start our future together. Maybe tonight was the night.

“Okay. I have something I want to tell you too.”

My heart skipped a beat in my chest, knowing I was setting myself up in a way I couldn’t get out of, but I didn’t want to.

New York welcomed us back with the first cold weather front, and maybe a fire and red wine—naked—would be the perfect time to let him know I loved him. If he tried to run, I’d sway him with my body and convince him of the benefits of staying.

He gave me a firm nod, squeezing my hand tight.

I took extra care to get out of the car as my torn panties were stuffed in Nico’s pants pocket. Hours later, and I could still feel the stickiness between my thighs. I bit my lip, blushing at the secret no-one else knew but him.

He took my hand in his and led me in. We’d just cleared the glass doors to the lobby when a haggard-looking version of my father shot up from a chair and stormed over. He didn’t have a tie; his shirt was wrinkled, and his hair strayed in all directions. He stomped closer, his face growing more and more red, his eyes glued to Nico.

Until he got only a few feet away, he acted like he didn’t even see me. But then his ire redirected to me, and I took a step back, never having felt such anger directed at me.

“What the fuck did you do?”

Thirty-Three

Nico

“Fuck,” I whispered to myself. Vera’s hand gripped mine tighter, and I snapped into action, moving to stand between her and her father.

“To your own fucking family, Verana. Your mother would be ashamed of you.”

“I-I don’t—what?”

Her tiny, stuttering voice stabbed at my back, and it was like an out of body experience. I stood to the side, watching the bomb slowly drop on us all, knowing there wasn’t anything I could do.

“Verana, let’s just—” I tried to get her upstairs, but her father was having none of that.

“You spoiled little fucking brat.”

“Papa. I—”

“Just because I wouldn’t give you a fucking job, because it’s not your role in this family—something you’ve known and accepted since you were little. You lash out and marry this fucking snake and give him your shares. Is that what it was about? You married him so you could work with him to take my company out from under me. You wanted to steal it like a