Stealing the Billionaire's Heart (5 page)

Nick gave a chuckle as she
monopolized the space below the showerhead. “Shares well with others,” he
commented teasingly. “And has the vocabulary of a true lady.”

Nixie couldn’t help but grin. “No
shit,” she said with a giggle. After a pause, she added, “Hand me the shampoo.”

He did as she asked, holding the
bottle out.

Nixie eyed the fancy bottle
suspiciously. “You probably spent more on your shampoo than I did my car.”

Nick gave her a sly grin.
“Probably.” He popped the cap and squeezed some into her palm. “Welcome to the
life of the privileged.”

“I better not get too used to it,”
Nixie said, lathering it through her hair. “I’ll never want to go back home.”

“Then don’t,” Nick retorted. After
the comment left his mouth, he looked flustered.

Nixie frowned in puzzlement,
rinsing the shampoo from her hair. “Nick…” She looked up at him to find his
eyes glued to her breasts as the bubbles from the shampoo slid down them.

He glanced up, saw her pointed
stare, and had the decency to blush.

With a huff, she snatched up the
body wash and began vigorously scrubbing her skin. “Nick, what do you want from
me?” She gave him a helpless look. “I just…what do you want?”

“Honestly?” he whispered huskily.

Nixie bobbed her head, waiting for
him to up and break her heart with some callous comment. She would understand
his distrust of her after the circumstances of last night, but it would still
sting.

“I would really, really like for
you to suck my dick.”

Nixie blinked in surprise. The
request was so simple, so honest, that it made her laugh. “That,” she said with
a crooked grin. “That I can do.”

* * *

As soon as the words were out of
his mouth, Nick mentally kicked himself. What kind of request was that? What
sort of asshole came out and made such a blunt request?

Then Nixie started laughing, and he
thought he would die of mortification.

To his utter surprise, she then
agreed to his off the wall request and dropped to her knees in front of him. So
the laughing wasn’t cruel mocking. She genuinely found him amusing.

Nixie’s mouth closed over him, and
he let out a low moan.

He was still partially soft, so she
fit him entirely in her mouth. Within seconds of her sucking, he was
extraordinarily hard.

Nixie went at him with an impatient
rhythm, sucking and licking as if she wanted instant gratification. She just
might get it if she wasn’t careful.

“Whoa…Nix…” He had to swallow back
a howl of delight. “Babe…slow down. You’re gonna make me…”

She either wasn’t listening or
didn’t care. Instead of slowing down, she added to what she was doing. Her left
hand slid up his leg and she squeezed his testicles while her right hand
wrapped around his base. She began pumping up and down along what she couldn’t
fit comfortably in her mouth.

This time, he tried shifting away
from her. “Nix!” He sucked in a gasp as she flicked her tongue over the head of
him, completely ignoring his plea.

When he tried to pull away, she
grabbed his hips and pulled him forward, shoving his erection deep into her
throat. She continued to slide her fist around him while her mouth twisted as
much of him as she could, her tongue swirling in a pattern that was driving him
crazy.

He could feel his orgasm
approaching, but could do nothing to stop it.

She wouldn’t let him. She had him
at her mercy. She attacked him with a vigor that had him seeing spots.

When he was nearly to the point of
insanity, orgasm hit him in a blinding explosion of sensations. Nick buried his
hand in her hair and groaned in delight.

* * *

Nixie heard his primal growl, felt
his hand bury deep in her hair, his fingers pressing against her scalp. A
moment later, her mouth was filled with warm, salty liquid. She did her best to
swallow it, but was silently grateful to the shower for washing away anything
she missed.

She continued to suck and lick at
him until she was sure he was completely finished and every drop of liquid was
gone. When she was certain that he was done, she sat back on her heels and
stared up at him.

He had his eyes closed and was
working on catching his breath.

Nixie smiled, feeling satisfied
with the job she’d done. A frown touched her lips at that. Sure, she’d done well,
but why did she do it? She’d entered the room with the intention of tracking
down her clothes and leaving. Instead, she’d once again fallen victim to Nick’s
charms.

Shame on him. He was corrupting
her, turning her into a sex-crazed maniac. Climbing huffily to her feet, Nixie
stared daggers at him, waiting for him to open his eyes.

He slowly peeked them open and
jumped in surprise at her expression. “What?” he asked cautiously.

“Where did my clothes go?” Even she
was surprised when her tone came out as practically a snarl. She felt a stab of
irritation at the look of relief that crossed his face.

“I gave them to the maid to have
washed.”

Nixie blinked at him in shock, the
aggressive look wiped clean off her face to be replaced with disbelief. “You
sent my clothes away?” She quickly recovered and made an agitated huff. “What
am I supposed to wear?”

Nick surveyed her thoughtfully.
“Personally, I think you look pretty good as is.”

Her eyes narrowed even more. “I am
not running around naked all morning.”

He gave a cute, boyish pout as his
arms snaked around her waist, pulling her against his slick chest. “It’s quite
convenient for sex, though.” He leaned down and kissed behind her ear.

Nixie almost melted into a puddle
but stood her ground. She couldn’t fall victim to him again. Her heart would
never survive it. She was doing herself a favor by getting out before she fell
too hard for a man she could never be with. “Who said we’re going to have sex
again?” Her voice was a challenge and she raised her eyebrows at him.

“What kind of gentleman would I be
if I was to satisfy my own needs and leave you aching with desire?” he
whispered into her neck.

Nixie tried to stop herself, but
couldn’t help running her hands along his chest. “Who says I’m aching with
desire?” she asked weakly.

Nick slid his knee between her
legs, rubbing his thigh against her.

She whimpered, leaning into him
against her will.

“That does,” he said with a grin.
He grabbed her hips and slid her body further up his thigh. “It would be unfair
of me not to pleasure you. Having sex is the only good solution.”

“Is this more sex of the
unprotected variety?” Nixie asked pointedly, trying to scare him into releasing
her.

“Absolutely,” he groaned, seemingly
enjoying the mere thought of it.

Okay. Not the reaction she’d been
expecting. She looked up into those gorgeous blue eyes and felt herself
relenting, could feel her good intentions slipping away. “It’s a nice thought,
but…” She paused with a soft hiss as he rubbed his thigh against her. “I don’t
think it’s possible for you to be ready again so soon. Surely, it will take…a while…”
She trailed off as he pulled her fully against him so she could feel that he
was indeed physically capable of pleasuring her at that very moment.

“I don’t think I’ll have any
trouble rising to the occasion,” Nick said wickedly. He put a special emphasis
on the word ‘rising’ that had her knees shaking with the promise that was left
unspoken on the air.

“Oh…well…” Nixie managed to get out
between the soft kisses he was giving her. “I suppose…” She never got to finish
her sentence.

Nick covered her mouth with his,
drowning out any protests she might have. His hand grabbed her thigh and in one
smooth motion he wrapped it around his waist, sliding inside of her.

Nixie let out a shaky moan and
wrapped her arms around his back to keep herself from sliding to the floor.

As she fought to not make
embarrassing yelps, Nick pulled her flat against his body then pressed her back
into the cold tile wall.

She gave a gasp at the chill it
left against her skin, but quickly forgot all about the wall as Nick began
thrusting inside of her. “You…” she whimpered. She lost all train of thought,
any sense of where she’d been going with that sentence as he nipped at her
throat.

Nick moved inside of her, his
breath coming out in short gasps. “This is what sex is supposed to be like,” he
breathed against her ear.

“Uh-huh.” Nixie panted, moving her
body in time with his. He’d taken the words right out of her mouth. Being with
Nick was like nothing she’d ever experienced. It was something she’d never even
thought was possible. It made her think that everyone before him had been doing
it wrong. Very, very wrong.

With each thrust, with each stroke
of his body inside of hers, Nixie felt herself getting closer and closer. She
was trying to hold back, trying to enjoy what could possibly be the best sex
she’d ever experienced in her life, but it was impossible. Instead, she just
gave in to what her body wanted. She dug her nails into his back and let orgasm
wash over her in a wave of pleasure.

* * *

Nick was concentrating on the
noises Nixie was making. Each time he shifted or moved, he’d pull another soft
cry from her throat.
 
He was so caught up
in just listening to her enjoyment that her orgasm blindsided him.

He hadn’t been prepared for it. He
was close enough himself that the sudden way her body tightened around him
threw him over the edge before he’d been expecting it. With a groan, he gripped
tightly to her hips as he finished.

A minute later, he was panting out
each breath and his legs felt like Jell-O. Unable to even move, he simply
leaned his head down onto her shoulder, letting the warm water stream down his
back.

Though it was tempting, he knew he
couldn’t stay like this all day. He had a meeting at the refinery at
eleven.
 
He had enough time to eat
breakfast, get dressed, and be out the door. “I have a meeting in a couple of hours,”
he started.

She tensed in his arms. Before he
could even finish his sentence, she untangled herself from his arms and pulled
away from him, her eyes looking everywhere but at his face. “Oh…I understand,”
she said softly, but her voice begged to differ.

Nick wrapped his arm around her
waist and tilted her chin up with a finger, forcing her to look at him. “I want
you to have breakfast with me before I have to leave.” He gave her a reassuring
half grin. “I also want you to leave your number so I can call you when I get a
free moment.”

Gray eyes searched his and he
couldn’t help but notice the hopeful expression on her face. “You’re not just
saying that, are you? It would be extremely rude… If you don’t plan on calling,
I’d rather you say so now.”

Something about her boldness was
refreshing to him. “I wholeheartedly have every intention of calling you. I
just have to go to this meeting. If I don’t, the workers will start to talk.
I’ll end up in the tabloids as the worst boss in all of history. I’ll lose my
status as most eligible bachelor.” He teased her with a playful grin. “That
means I’d stop having evenings like last night.”

Nixie couldn’t help but laugh. “You
poor baby.”

He leaned down and brushed his lips
against her. “I know.” He kissed her again, his lips lingering against hers.
“You don’t want the tabloids saying such bad things about me, do you?”

“Of course not,” she agreed
playfully. “Lord knows you don’t have a billion dollars and more money than
you’d ever need to buy such tabloids and fire anyone who had the nerve to trash
you.”

“Hmm…I think you’re on to something.”
He wrapped her in a big, fluffy towel. “Maybe I
can
afford to skip out
on my meeting.”

Nixie rolled her eyes at him as she
stepped out of the shower.

He immediately noticed the
uncomfortable look on her face and raised an eyebrow in question as he wrapped
a towel around his waist.

“Um…clothes…”

Nick nodded toward the bedroom.
“I’ll lay something out on the bed for you.” He then motioned toward the sink.
“I already put out a toothbrush. When you’re ready, just meet me in the dining
room, okay?”

She nodded, glancing suspiciously
at the counter as if she didn’t trust he’d done something as kind as leave a
toothbrush out for her.

While she was busy eying the
toothbrush, which in his defense was still in its original packaging, he picked
up the necklace that had brought them together. He let it dangle off the end of
his finger until her gaze slid to it.

Her eyes narrowed and he knew she
was waiting for some sort of accusation. Instead, he simply said. “Turn around
so I can put it on for you.”

“Why?” she asked in confusion.

“Because I want you to have it,” he
said simply. When she didn’t move, he gave a sigh and grabbed her shoulders,
forcing her to turn around. Unclasping the latch, he lifted it around her neck.