just to be with you.”
“Then let me take you out,” I say. “I want to take you on an actual date.”
“I didn’t bring any fancy date clothes.”
I scoff. “You could wear a potato sack and still be the most beautiful woman in the room.”
She blushes, and I think that I’m a little in love with that color pink. “Okay. Maybe I should shower.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Why?” Nicola raises an eyebrow.
I kiss her slowly with every intention of arousing her. “Because after lunch I plan on bringing you back here and having my way with you one more time before we have to go back to pretending that we don’t want to be touching each other every second. And after that, I’ll happily recommend a shower. Hell, I’ll shower with you.”
Her voice has dropped into a husky register. “Somehow I think that kind of shower would only leave me dirtier.”
“That’s exactly the idea.” Grabbing my phone off the nightstand I click it open. “Here.” I hand her the phone open to the photos of her with her mouth wrapped around my cock. The photos are sexy as fuck, especially the ones where you can practically see the impression of my shaft in her throat.
Nicola looks at the photo. “Holy shit.”
“It looks good.”
“Not just good,” she murmurs. “That looks amazing.”
I laugh. “Better believe I’m keeping that photo on hand for whenever I need it.”
Predictably, she blushes, but she also flicks through the rest of the pictures, and when she hands me my phone back I see that she’s sent herself several of them. Which is perfect. If she loves pictures of her like that, I’ll be sure to provide more in the future.
I stand and move to my dresser, pulling out fresh clothes. Nicola does the same in her bag. I could easily make room in a drawer for her to keep things here. The idea of that kind of permanence hits me in the gut in a good way. I want so much more than a drawer. Hell, I want to ask her to move in with me right now. But even I know that we can’t move that fast, if only for the sake of other people.
For us, this has been such a long time coming that it feels like we’re moving slowly through nearly dried cement. To everyone else, when they find out, it’s going to feel like a whirlwind. But a drawer? That’s pretty harmless.
“Do you want a drawer?”
“What?”
I turn, gesturing to the dresser. “I’m hoping that this isn’t the only sleepover that you have planned in the near future, and I want you to be able to have stuff you don’t keep in an overnight bag. Plus, it frees you up a little bit from needing an overnight alibi.”
A perfect, bright, smile forms on her face. “That’s perfect. I can smuggle you things at work that I’d like to keep here.”
“I have the first thing to put in there,” I say, reaching into one of the still-full drawers and pulling out her thong from that day when I tasted her in the bathroom.
Her jaw drops. “You kept my panties?”
“Of course I did.”
She hits me lightly on the arm. “You’re such a pervert.”
“This is the part where I remind you that you left so fast that I couldn’t even speak to you, let alone tell you that I had your soaked panties in my pocket.”
“I suppose that is fair. I’m sorry about that.”
I smile. “It worked out in the end.”
“Yeah.” She grabs her bag and goes into the bathroom. “Be out in a second and then we can go. What are we having for lunch?”
Pulling out some jeans and a shirt, I slip into them while she’s out of sight because I’m still so tempted by her that being naked might just lead to leftover Italian food for lunch. “It’s a surprise.”
“Better be a good one,” she calls. But her tone tells me that she’s teasing.
“Don’t worry, it will be.” And after that I’m going to drag her back here and have her in my bed one more time before she has to leave. And maybe again in the shower.
I make quick work of the drawer I offered her, distributing the few clothes that were in it into my other drawers, so that when she steps out of the bathroom a few minutes later, I make a grand gesture to it. “Here you are, my lady.”
She leans up on her tiptoes and kisses me. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”
“Any time.”
“Ready to