Page 52 of Stick to the Deal (Friendship Springs Romance #3)

Do-Over

I turn and check my reflection one last time, the tulle frill along my right shoulder grazing my cheek.

The black-and-white silk bodice hugs my body before flaring out from a dropped waist in a dazzling layered skirt dotted with crystals.

My scarlet lips smirk as I scan myself down to the same rhinestone studded heels I wore that first night.

Tonight is Reginald’s thirty-fifth birthday, and I’ve transformed myself into the black swan for him. I’ve arranged for dinner and the NYC ballet’s rendition of Swan Lake, followed by a speakeasy downtown with rare scotches. It’s going to be a fantastic night.

If I can get him out of the house.

Clutch and wrap in hand, I head down to Reginald’s office. Between the two windows, the Valkyrie photograph hangs in a simple silver frame, the focal point of the room. I tried to convince him to move it to our bedroom, but he insists on keeping it here where he can enjoy it awake.

In front of the photo sits my husband at his L-shaped desk, back to the door. He’s hunched over his laptop, fingers flying over the keyboard.

Quietly, I slip into the room, carefully dropping my items in a nearby chair. I sneak up behind him, bending over so my lips hover by his ear. “Don’t you know hunching over like that is bad for your back? ”

Quick as a snake, he turns, grabs me by the waist and sets me on the surface. The briefest flash of a grin shows before he buries his face in my neck. “I think my back is just fine.”

He spreads my legs with his knee. Those hands pull me to the edge of the desk. His hardening cock rubs against me and we both moan at the contact.

My head falls back, and he uses the opportunity to nip my throat.

“Wait,” I cry through the haze, splaying my hands on his chest. “What about dinner?”

“I’d rather have you.” His voice rumbles and his eyes darken.

I rub my needy core against him, desperate for friction. “Fine. But I’m not missing the ballet.”

Triumph flashes a moment before he dives for my neck again.

“No marks! Nibble on this side.” I arch the other way, giving him full access to the side obscured by the stiff black ruffle.

His lips latch on to the skin below my ear like a man starved, serving a maddening contrast to the gentle fingers lowering the single strap.

My hands grip his shirt, pulling him even closer, then stroke down his stomach to wrestle with his belt buckle.

I groan with satisfaction as I free him from his pants, his cock hard and heavy in my palm.

My fingers encircle the base of his shaft, giving a slight squeeze.

I gather the pre-cum at the tip before working it down his length.

He rewards me with a hungry groan. “Time to unwrap my present.” Those silver eyes stare down at me as he backs up until he can lift my skirts to better view my lace covered center. “Are you already wet?” Reginald pushes the scrap of fabric aside.

I follow his gaze and see my bare pussy glistening in his office lights.

“Is this all for me, Princess?” He touches me almost reverently, then those same two fingers thrust into me, wrenching a moan as my back arches. “You’re going to scream for me, and then I’m going to fuck you on this desk. Is that a problem?”

I shake my head no, unable to speak as he drives in and out of me.

His palm slaps my clit with each stroke, causing a fresh gush.

The sound of my wetness around his fingers is loud in the room.

Every sense is full of him, my orgasm builds, and I spread wider.

A silent request for him to give me what I want.

He increases the pace, curving slightly to better rub my G-spot. His other hand caresses my throat and jaw. “So beautiful. Give me your screams, Princess. I want them all.” A blunt forefinger pulls my lip. My tongue darts out to swirl the tip before my mouth closes on it, sucking.

My legs tremble. I rock my hips, riding his hand. I’m close but I need something more.

Reginald removes his fingertip from my lips with a pop.

I whimper at the absence. Then a completely new sensation builds as his finger brushes my asshole, slowly pushing past the tight muscles. My entire body clenches down at the invasion, setting off my orgasm. I scream his name as my vision goes white.

My elbows give out and I lay back, panting for breath. When I open my eyes, Reginald is standing between my knees licking my cream off his fingers.

“Delicious.” He hooks the sides of my thong, gliding them off my legs before tucking it into his back pocket.

“This is going to be hard and fast if you want to make the show.” He grips my hips, tilting them up and entering me with one strong thrust.

My back arches off the desk, and I lock my ankles behind his back.

One hand slips further beneath my ass, holding me up. The other tugs on the bodice of my dress until my breast pops free. Reginald lowers his mouth, biting my nipple ever so slightly.

The sting of pain travels directly to my clit as I cry out. Another orgasm builds.

“Now I want to feel you gush on my cock.” His hips snap, pounding into me with such force, I’m afraid I’ll fall off the desk. “Touch yourself. Stroke that greedy cunt and make it cum.”

My fingers rush to follow his command. Hungry for his praise.

“That’s it, Princess.” He stands, lifting my ass to spread me still further to him. His strokes impossibly deeper.

My pussy quivers around his length. I rub faster, looking for that peak.

“Look at me when you fucking cream,” he snarls.

My eyes open, focusing in on his. The intensity in his expression sends me over the edge. I hold his gaze as wave after wave of pleasure rack my body.

“That’s my good girl.” His cock swells and I know he’s close. I slip my hand between us and cup his sack, squeezing slightly. His eyes widen and his thrusts lose their rhythm. “Fuck. Nicolette.” With one last thrust of his hips, he empties himself into me.

He lowers his lips to mine, both of us panting for breath between kisses .

When he slips from me, I whimper at the loss. His eyes rake across my still splayed form, glittering with satisfaction.

I shudder as his fingers stroke my slit, pushing his cum back inside of me. “I’m going to be hard all night knowing you’re still dripping.”

“Does this mean I’m not getting my underwear back?” I arch a brow.

Pouting, he pulls my thong out of his pocket and gingerly works it up my legs. “This is only because I don’t want anyone stealing a peek of what’s mine.” He helps me up and steals a kiss as he finishes his task of adjusting my clothing. “I’ll run upstairs and change. Give me five minutes.”

I smile to myself as I set his desk to rights, stacking papers and gathering spilled pens.

A knocked-over object in the corner catches my eye.

Flipping it over, I find a hinged double frame with our wedding picture on one side and the cocktail napkin contract on the other.

My heart warms as my fingers touch the glass over our signatures.

“Ready, Princess? I grabbed you a makeup-wipe, your lipstick got smudged.” He doesn’t sound the slightest bit sorry.

“You kept this?”

He walks around the desk, pulling me into the circle of his arms. “Of course. I’m happy we threw the terms out the window, but I never want to forget our first meeting.” His lips capture mine in a sweet kiss. “Now come on. I want a redo on our second date—without my mother and brother.”

I laugh as he tugs me down the stairs and out into the summer night.

L ater that night, I lay with my head on his chest, spent from another round of lovemaking, and deep in thought.

“What’s on your mind, Princess? I can feel you thinking from here.”

I look up at him, debating if I should voice my thoughts or not.

“What is it?”

“Did you hear from your parents today? Or your brother?” A muscle spasms in that granite jaw and I kick myself for bringing down the mood. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up. ”

His large hand strokes down my naked back, sending tingles across my skin. “It’s alright. You can always speak your mind with me.” His chest rises and falls beside me. “Not a word. I think that ship has well and truly sailed.”

I push up on my elbow and cup his tense face in my hand. “Are you ok?”

Love shines in his steel eyes as he turns and kisses my palm. “Of course, Princess.”

Every bit of his body language screams his sincerity, but that little bitch at the back of my head whispers doubts. I know he loves me, but will he still in five years? Ten? What happens when he realizes he alienated his entire family for me?

My tongue swipes across my dry lips. “Do you ever regret it? I mean, if you hadn’t married me, you’d still be…”

He sits up swiftly, cradling my face between his hands. His eyes are fierce as they stare into mine. “Not for one second. For the first time, I get to write my own story, and I wouldn’t have had the nerve if it weren’t for you. You are my beginning and end, Princess. There is no me without you.”

“I haven’t heard from my grandmother either. For all I know, I’ll be cut off, too. What will we do then?” A traitorous tear trickles down my cheek.

He catches it with his thumb. “Then we’ll dive into the lake together.

I’ll sell my London flat for a tidy profit.

Even if we never see another penny from your trust fund and we have to scrimp and save for the rest of our lives, I’ll always choose you.

” He kisses me, telling me without words the depths of his feelings.

I return the embrace, pouring into it everything in my heart.

When we break apart, slightly panting, Reginald lowers his forehead to mine. “Between your photos and my magazine, I’m absolutely not worried.”

Laughing, I push him back down against the pillows, laying across his chest. When he rolls me under him and makes love to me again, I think life is perfect.

Well, almost.