Not Quite Juliet: A Club Imperial Novel (Silver Soul Book 1) (38 page)

I swiped the keycard over the door, and the lock popped. I pushed the door open to find the room was dark. Kind of. Dozens of candles flickered in the room, making me smile. The honeymoon was about to start. I moved to slip off the heels I was wearing.

“Leave them on.” Nick was somewhere in the room. “No waterbeds here, kitten.”

I smiled and slipped off the jacket, hanging it up. I finally walked into the room, and looked around. Candles everywhere lit the room softly. There was a bucket of champagne by the gently bubbling tub-for-two, the sheets were pulled back on the king bed. Nick, my husband–shut up, Fan bitch, you’re done!—was sitting in the chair with his back to me.

I walked over and ran my hands across his naked shoulder. “Why, Doctor. One might think you were trying to seduce me.”

“One might.” He tipped his head back and looked at me. “One might be correct.” He took my hand and kissed it softly, then stood up. He was wearing the black pants from earlier in the day, slung low. He was gloriously naked from the waist up.

He ran a hand down my neck and over my shoulder. “I like this shirt.” He traced the very visible lines of the black lace bra with his fingers. “Isn’t this a fashion no-no?”

“No one saw it.” I ran my fingers teasingly through the smattering of hair on his pecks. “I had the jacket on all day. Everything I did, or didn’t, put on under that suit is for you and you alone.”

Nick reached into his pants pocket. “You seem to have left something behind, Mrs. Dovadsky.” He unfurled the tiny little panties I had stuffed into his pocket when I left him at the hotel earlier.

“Those weren’t even worth the effort.” I plucked them out of his hand.

“You drove panty-less all the way out and back?”

“I did.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist and yanked me in close. “I love your aggressive sexuality.”

“I love you, and I love your sex.” I breathed. “We’re barely going to see Hawaii, aren’t we?”

“Oh, now, we’re going to see plenty of Hawaii.” He started to unbutton my shirt. “Just that it’s going to be from many different vantage points.”

“You are fantastically dirty.” I unbuckled his pants and dropped them off his hips. Better.

“Mmm,” he agreed, and my skirt fluttered to the ground. “Oh, kitten. You went all day without those indecent panties?”

“All day.” I stroked him through my new favorite boxers: red satin with wide gray pinstripes. “I drove all the way out, stood in front of the judge, delivered the papers and drove back. All without those tiny little panties.” His hand massaged my ass. I slipped the shirt up and over my head, throwing it on the pile.

“Goddamn.” Nick palmed my lace covered breast and plumped it softly. He was instantly hard in my hand, and his mouth covered mine, taking possession of me. He tasted like champagne and strawberries.

“You know what?” I breathed against his lips. “Let’s drop the seduction. I want you in the bed, and I’m a sure thing. We can seduce each other later, over and over. But right now, doctor, I just want you to fuck me.”

“Shit, kitten, you know how to turn a man on.”

“Just my man.” I stepped out of his arms and laid myself back on the bed: lacy bra, garter belt, thigh-highs, and shoes. And Nick couldn’t take his eyes off me. He dropped his boxers and fisted his own erection. I eyed him up, smirking. “Is that for me?”

He slunk on to the bed with that glorious cock bobbing, and covered me with his incredible body. His hand slipped my breast out of the cup and teased the nipple with his fingertips. “You know it is, kitten. It’s always for you.” He nestled himself in my wet, waiting folds as he suckled on my breast. He slid easily along my sex, the decadent sensation making me even more wet.

“Stop teasing.” I was panting. “I want you in me.”

He slammed himself into my throbbing channel, eliciting a startled and satisfied gasp from me. “That what you want, kitten?”

“Yessssss.” I arched up into him.

He thrust mercilessly into me. He always knew what I needed, what I wanted. I hooked my legs around him, pressing one of the heels into his ass to remind him that this was fast, hard, dirty and only for him. I wanted to be wanton with him, I’d worn nothing under my skirt for him. I’d thought about him, naked and erect between my legs all day.

“Make me come, Nick.” The sound of my voice was raspy and raw with desire.

“I love doing that.” He licked my pebbled nipple, and nipped around my areola.

“Come with me.” I reached my hand down between us, pressing on my clit with my palm and scraping my fingers along his hot, impossibly hard shaft.

“My pleasure.” He started thrusting harder, pummeling my sex. It was one of my greatest turn-ons; seeing him losing control while he fucked me, had sex with me, made love to me. I wanted him deeper than he was already—I tossed my other leg out to the side to allow him to drive himself into me. Raw sex, and yet as passionate as we could dare dream to be, it was only when we were together that we found this perfect give and take.

His head dipped down to grab my nipple with his teeth. He bit down just hard enough to pull it, causing a terrible and wonderful pain at the same time. I yelped, wanting to scream. My orgasm roared to the front and I wanted it. “I’m coming.”

“Good girl.” Nick’s voice was a growl. “Good girl. Come around me. Come.”

He slammed into me without restraint. He yanked the other cup of my bra down, releasing me as he snagged the nipple again. The bite rang through my body and as he hit bottom inside me, the orgasm took me down, shaking, shivering and barely able to draw a breath. I bore down on him, the pulse of my walls caressing him inside me.

Before I could call his name, I felt Nick peak and spill inside me. His heat spread through me and I heard him gasping my name as he filled me again and again.

We were breathing hard, in time, and we gentled each other down from the amazing height we’d reached with kisses that went from burning passion to tender caresses and quiet nips. He withdrew from me, leaving me wanting. I tamped the desire down for now. We had two weeks in Hawaii to be as horny, kinky and naked as we wanted.

Nick lay down on the bed next to me and pulled me in close to him. “Fucking hell. I love you, Morgan. I love you so much.”

“I love you right back, Nick.” I ran my fingers up and down his arm. “I can’t imagine a more awesome life than the one we have.”

“It will only get better than it is today.”

“You’re still writing lyrics.”

“Can’t help it. My muse does that to me.”

I leaned up on and looked into his eyes. “Never stop writing lyrics.”

Nick’s smile was gentle. “That’s an easy promise. Because I’ll never stop loving you.”

A
rmed with her Bachelors of English, Literature from Montclair State University and a pen name,
Katherine Rhodes
has set her mind to writing erotic romances which are kinky, dirty, and fun. She is a lackadaisical laundry goddess, and resides in Philadelphia with her husband, three cats and a beta named Fishtian Grey.

Club Imperial is her first foray into the word of erotica.

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Club Imperial Series

Consensual

Broken Bonds

Not Quite Juliet