Page 10 of Wicked Desire (Sapphic Billionaire Club #2)

Grace

N icole looked adorably befuddled, a nice change from the grumpy anxious expression she’d been wearing since I picked her up. Even the champagne hadn’t calmed her down.

When she stood there without moving, I gently pushed her down onto the bench seat and knelt down to remove her shoes. I gave her feet a squeeze, one in each hand, then I braced myself on her lower thighs, lifting up on my knees until we were face to face.

She seemed unsure of herself now, something which I wasn’t used to with Nicole. It made me feel something I’d never felt before – protective.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I told her softly.

I really wanted to take things to the next level with her, to explore this simmering passion between us, but if she needed time, I would damn well give it to her.

Her spine straightened. “I want to do this,” she said.

“Oh good, because I’ve been dying to taste your pussy.”

I unzipped her pants and gripped them along with her underwear.

“Lift.”

Nicole braced herself to lift her hips, and I slid her clothes down past her knees, and off her feet. I took a second to drape her pants on the couch behind me – no sense in getting her designer pants all wrinkled – then turned back to get a look at her.

Nicole sat with her legs together so tightly that I had to roll my lips in to keep from laughing.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked.

She nodded. “I’m not… I haven’t been with a lot of people. Male or female. I mean, there’s been a few, but not really a lot. And not for a while.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good, baby.”

I pulled her knees apart, taking a moment to stare at her pussy before leaning down to lick along the outside of her slit. Nicole made a little choking noise that turned me on more than I already was.

I lifted her legs, resting them on top of my shoulders, then pulled her closer, shifting both of our bodies until I had easy access. Then I started to explore her with my tongue, sliding up and down between her folds, paying close attention to what she seemed to like.

“You taste delicious,” I said, looking up at her.

She looked debauched, still wearing her little suit jacket and sophisticated blouse but naked from the waist down. Her eyelids looked heavy, her face soft. She was so fucking beautiful it made my chest ache.

Spreading her lower lips wide with my fingers, I returned to the task at hand, roughly licking her from top to bottom until Nicole was grinding against my face and pulling at my hair, trying to direct me to her clitoris. I circled around it until she was shaking, then I pulled back.

“Does that feel good?” I asked knowingly.

Nicole opened one eye and did her best to give me a glare, but she couldn’t pull it off.

“You know it does. Why did you stop?”

“I thought I’d edge you for a while.”

Her second eye opened and her mouth dropped. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

I loved how needy she was right now. Loved that I’d been the one to make her this way.

“Do you need to come?”

“You know I do,” she said impatiently.

I slid one fingers insider her opening, watching her face as I leisurely slid it in and out a few times.

“Ask me nicely.”

I couldn’t resist messing with her.

Nicole huffed impatiently, then screwed up her eyes, took a deep breath and gritted out, “Please make me come.”

“Okay, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

I added a second finger and started pumping in and out roughly. Then I lowered my head and caught her clitoris between my lips, gently sucking her swollen bud into my mouth.

“Ahh!”

“Shh, you don’t want the crew to think there’s a problem and come out here and see you like this, do you?”

I saw the moment that it registered that we were not alone, that we could be discovered at any time. Moisture gushed around my fingers and Nicole grabbed a throw pillow, pressing it against her face as the first tremors of her orgasm hit.

Ah, so my girl liked the idea of being caught. That was interesting.

Then I took her clit into my mouth and sucked it hard. Nicole was thrashing on the couch, practically strangling me with her thighs. I worked her over with my hands and mouth until she sagged back against the couch in exhaustion. The pillow fell away as she sighed happily.

My own nipples were hard enough to cut glass and my panties were soaked, but that sated expression on her face was all I needed right now. We had an entire weekend in Malibu to do more, so I licked her moisture off my lips and pushed up to my feet.

“I’m going to review those documents.”

Nicole blinked at me. “Um…”

She still looked a little stunned when she joined me a few minutes later after a detour to clean up in the bathroom. We settled in to work for the rest of the flight, but the air was thick with anticipation, and every time our eyes met my excitement ratcheted up a little more.

By the time we arrived at the house in Malibu, we were both more than a little riled up.

And by riled up, I meant horny as fuck. My eating out Nicole was a prelude to the main event, something that we’d both been painfully aware of, and we were scarcely through the front door before we flew together, kissing and exploring each other with our hands.

We somehow made it to the nearest bedroom where we fell on the mattress and used our hands to bring each other to orgasm before we even got our clothes totally off.

When we were done we lay there, side by side, not talking.

Usually the first time you slept with a person it was awkward.

The timing would be off, or things would be a little clumsy while you learned each other’s bodies.

But not with Nicole. We were immediately in sync.

Cuddling with her after – well, that was something that didn’t come naturally to me. But it did with Nicole.

The next twenty-four hours passed quickly. My friend had offered the service of her private chef, who came in to make us a delicious dinner, leaving a frittata for us to heat up for breakfast. After dinner we watched a movie, then headed to bed where we had sex again.

And then again when we woke up. I couldn’t get enough of Nicole, and I had the feeling she felt the same.

“We agreed to one night,” I reminded her as we lay in bed Saturday morning. “But how would you feel about going for two?”

“I’d feel really good about it,” Nicole said, stretching up to nip my collar bone. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Same.”

To my surprise, Saturday passed quickly.

We went for a swim in the pool while our chef prepped food for the rest of the day as well as the next morning, assuring us that if we needed anything else we should call.

Looking at the amount of delicious food the man had left us that only needed to be heated up, it seemed unlikely.

It was a good argument for hiring a personal chef.

Maybe Ariel, Maeve, and I could share one?

After our swim we hung out on the patio enjoying the sun and talking, getting to know each other better as people as we shared our stories. At least until we both fell asleep in our loungers.

It was like we were in our own little world here in Malibu I thought when I woke up, making me glad that I’d suggested that we come here.

We would have been fine at my place, but chances were good one of my friends would have stopped by and interrupted us.

If I’d told them not to, that would have made their curiosity even worse.

This little trip gave us the opportunity to really spend time together and learn about each other without worrying about work.

The only problem was that the more time I spent with Nicole, the more I liked her. Not just as a friend, but as a woman. I couldn’t get a read on her, so I didn’t know if she was feeling any kind of way about me, or if she was only here for the sex like we’d initially discussed.

I was dying to know, but I didn’t want to ruin our fun.

Suddenly, I felt a stab of panic. What was I doing? This had the potential to go very wrong. Was I making a big mistake? It wasn’t like me to feel uncertain, but then again, it wasn’t like me to be considering a relationship either.

As I watched her napping next to me, her face soft in sleep, I wondered if I should suggest dating.

But what if we weren’t on the same page?

With a sigh, I decided to keep things casual until we were finished with our Grant Park College application.

There was no sense making things awkward if I was imagining something between us.

I just hoped I wasn’t imagining it.