Ineffable (10 page)

Nori snorted. “Whatever. Did you not hear me say she dumped him for another man?” He flicked a dismissive hand. “The fact that she replaced him so quickly – with one of his business associates at that – should negate any finer feelings for her at all. She’s a disloyal, money grubbing, cunt. He’s well rid of her and the dick head partner he’s no longer in bed with. We just can’t get him to see that.”

“He must have loved her.”

“Love! You sound so American right now it’s scary.”

“And you sound like such a dick right now it’s scary.”

Nori’s brows blended in with his hairline. “What?” he laughed.

“Dude. Grow a heart. Your friend’s is broken. Can’t you find any sympathy for him?”

Seeing how pissed she looked, Nori realized he’d better speak more carefully, lest he widen this hole he suddenly found himself in.

“I thought you’d agree that he had a lucky escape. That you would see the good in what’s happened.”

“As opposed to being sentimental over lost love and sympathetic for the pain your friend’s dealing with?”

“Well, yes. You’ve never struck me as being particularly sentimental. You’re just the opposite. Practical, straight forward. You’d never lie and behave the way that trollop did.”

“No, but I’m not a machine, Nori. Man.”

They’d pulled up in front of her building. He quickly paid the cabbie and as he used his key to let them in he said, “I’m sorry.”

She shrugged, tossing her clutch down and immediately pulling the pins out of her hair. He watched as she kicked off her shoes and plopped onto the couch, absently picking up her last project. But she didn’t pick up any tools, she just turned the earring over and over in her hands. He doubted she could even see it. What was wrong with her?

“Is something wrong?”

She frowned, seemed to consider his words. “What day is it?”

“The 17
th
.”

She laughed softly. “I have PMS. No wonder I’m so touchy.”

He relaxed. PMS he could handle. He didn’t want to, it meant he wouldn’t be able to touch her for nearly a week, but he could.

“Does your belly hurt?” He sat beside her and pulled her onto his lap.

She shook her head. “No, I don’t get bad cramps or anything. I suffer more emotionally. Irritability, I cry more, that type stuff.”

He nodded, massaging the back of her neck with one hand, and running a hand up her skirt with the other.

“I like this dress.”

“Tommy picked it out.”

“She has excellent taste.”

“You’re only commending her choice because it covered my ass completely and is easily pushed up and out of your way.”

He grinned and kissed her, his fingers flirting with the edge of her bikini panties. They were cut lusciously high on the thighs.

“You know me too well.” He stared at her as he realized he spoke the truth. Margot did know him well. Better than any woman he’d ever dated.

“I have to go out of town in a few days.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmmm. I almost forgot about it, but Tommy text me before dinner to remind me. I have an event and some meetings.”

“Where?”

“LA.”

Shit! He had a bunch of shit he couldn’t cancel. “How long will you be gone?”

“I think three days.”

“Jesus, Margot.”

He pushed her off his lap, and she landed on the couch with a muffled fabric plop.

“What’s your problem?”

“I can’t go with you. I have meetings all day for the next two days.”

“I didn’t ask you to go with me.”

They stared at each other.

“Nice,” he said, and walked into her bedroom.

Shit, she thought. Open mouth, insert foot. Okay, poorly played, Goti. She hadn’t meant to hurt him. It was just the truth. She hadn’t thought to ask him to go with. Which, since they were now fighting, was fucking stupid.

She dawdled going to bed. Cleaning up, sorting clothes in the laundry room and starting to pack. She took forever to wash her face and clean her teeth, taking a shower and buffing and shaving everything that needed it in the other bathroom.

Nori was asleep when she crept into her room. Oddly disappointed she lay down beside him and turned out the light.

He obviously didn’t expect to have sex that night. But about an hour after he fell asleep, she woke him with her mouth on his cock. By the time he realized what was happening he was already close.

“Wait,” he whispered, laughing. “Darling, wait!”

“Come on,” she urged, hand busily tugging his balls in the rhythm she knew drove him crazy. “I need some.”

His heart leapt, sleep falling away as though it was 9 am and he was fresh from a work out. He loved it when she was hungry. But it was always good to tease a woman. Fucking with her head was almost as important as making her come. Fortunately, he excelled at both.

“Do you,
mon coeur
?

He laughed softly when she tried to pull him on top of her, easily resisting her insistent tugs as he nuzzled and kissed his way down her body. She subsided when she realized which direction he was heading, no doubt thinking there was an oral orgasm in her near future.

Nori had other plans. He knew she was close. She was restless and wet and hot, so he licked her slowly and thoroughly, raising the heat another notch and making her run ever wetter. Her long fingers tugging his hair only spurred him on, made him more intent to torture her with pleasure as he gently sucked and finessed the famished pussy under his tongue.

He brought her to the edge not one, but twice, reveling in groans thick with pleasured disappointment. Her slender thighs trembled around his ears, and he pulled her open wide, knowing she liked being vulnerable under his hands.

When he brought his finger into play and circled her walls she cried out, and he grinned and gave her another, curling them gently as he sped up his pseudo thrusting ever so slightly.

She was shaking now. One fast lick and he knew she’d go off like a rocket. He was almost sad it would be soon be over. He loved the sound of her panting breaths, the desperation as she held him close. But mercy went two ways. So he licked faster and harder and was rewarded with an orgasm that shook her so hard she yanked his hair.

“Mmmm.”

She was limp now. He wished there was more light so he could see her clearly, sprawled out, limbs heavy, mouth turned up and happiness glowing all over her skin.

“Right back,” he promised, untangling himself from the sheets to quickly visit the toilet.

After peeing he washed his hands and face quickly, gargling and grinning at his smug expression in the mirror. His turn!

The next day he walked in on Tommy talking business, her rump swaying gently in front of Margot’s frig.

Nori stared at her, pitying Dom even as he admired her plump hips and shapely ass. Jesus, Margot might look like this if she had a little more meat on her bones. Maybe he should bring home a cheesecake. No, she liked apple pie.

“Well, then. Good,” she was saying to whoever was on the other line. “Fuck him, and I don’t mean literally.” She saw him and nodded. “I gotta go. Send me specs on that, yeah? Peace.”

“Where’s Dom?” He followed her into the living room.

“On his way. Says he got tired of waiting on me. It’s like, six.” She plopped down on the couch.

Nori rolled his eyes and took a seat next to her. “God. Men can be so dramatic. Where’s my girl?”

“Out.”

“Store?”

Tommy nodded, now busy texting or sending someone a message or uploading a photo.

“Do you ever stop working?”

“Yes,” Dom answered, walking in carrying several paper grocery bags. “When I make her,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.

“Yes,” she whispered against his mouth.

“Margot’s downstairs in the lobby with a ton of bags,” Dom told him.

Nori left immediately, but not before he saw Dom pull Tommy to her feet and head toward the guest room.

Margot was already at the front door.

“Hey,” she said, pulling a cart forward.

“Hey. Let me help you. I was coming down.”

“Thanks. Dom took some bags, and I had the cart so I’m good. How are you?” she asked, following him into the kitchen.

“As soon as I put away these groceries I’m going to fuck you.”

Her brows rose. “Yeah?”

“Okay,” and she turned and ran, pulling her clothes free.

She had just closed the shower when he opened it.

“Out.”

“Wait a minute,” she said, reaching for the soap as he reached between her legs.

“Top and tails,” he said softly, not minding the spray in his face as he watched her soap under her arms, her breasts, neck and face. Her little butt, lower back, hips and finally in between those slender thighs got a brief wash before he shut it down.

“Enough.”

“You don’t wanna wash my back?”

His eyes gleamed at her teasing, but he gave her an impatient look. “Out,” he insisted.

“Out,” she agreed, grinning as she stepped into the towel he held open. She stared into his eyes as he dried her, letting him see how his touch affected her.

“You want me.”

She nodded.

He started breathing through his mouth, nostrils flaring to get more air. “I need to be inside you.”

“Then do it,” she said, and the towel dropped.

Seeing her in all her glory was like getting a shot of adrenaline right in the cock. He wondered if there could ever be a time when she did not make his blood run hot. He rubbed his nose in her neck as he squeezed her. She always felt so good in his arms. No matter what happened while he was away, when he returned to her, he just felt good.

She never disappointed. He loved how she arched when he ran his hands all over her, how she couldn’t keep still. She was probably already damp in his favorite place, and not because of the quick wash. He reached to check, but she moved away.

He scowled to see that a joint and a fancy gold lighter, undoubtedly left on her bureau by that cretin Tommy, had distracted her.

“Will you marry me?” he asked only half joking in his bid to recapture her attention. He huffed irritably when she blocked his hand from its goal.

She leaned back to let him ogle her breasts while she hit the joint; she let it out good and slow. “Do you have good credit?”

Nori laughed, surprised. “Immaculate.”

“Do you want me to quit working?”

“No.”

“Will you expect me to put all my money in with yours?”

“No.”

“Will you want a prenup?”

“Yes. And so should you.”

“I do.”

He mentally exhaled in relief.

“Do you believe in monogamy?”

He grinned, sprawling back on the bed with his arms outstretched. “What do you think?”

“No prevaricating. Just answer straight out.”

“Yes. Absolutely. I will share you with no one, and you don’t have to worry about me cheating.” These days the thought of touching another woman was actually a little disgusting. “Now, come here. Don’t make me chase you.”

“Too bad. I like it when you chase me.” Obediently she put the joint down and climbed on top of him.

He laughed, suddenly ridiculously happy as he pulled her close. He sighed as he ran his hands over her butt, those extraordinary breasts swaying, his blood spiking as he squeezed, fingers open and hot as he investigated her thighs, the back of her knees, her calves, even her feet. “You do?”

She nodded.

His arms tightened around her back as he devoured her mouth.

“I have three homes,” he said when he had to break away to breathe. “One here in Chicago. One in New York and my mother left me her Paris home when she died. Are you tingling,” he whispered, sucking hard on her neck.

She nodded fast.

“Tell me where.”

She hesitated.

“Don’t tease me,” he warned softly. “Answer.”

“Breasts, between my legs, my skin, my neck, lips. Please,” she turned into his kiss and moaned in disappointment when he released her. She opened her mouth to complain, but then he pulled her close again, and everything was okay.

He ran big hands over everything she needed him to touch, everything he’d made tingle and pulse and ache for the rough caresses he now gave so generously. She almost wanted to thank him, it felt so good to have him rub that hard cock between her legs while he rooted like a hungry child at her breast.

It took maybe two or three heated breaths before he got her on her back. Heels up, lost to anything but his rhythmically moving hips and hand fulls of lean, churning ass, she arched and ground herself against him until she came apart.

She knew he loved it, how things sped up, how rough she got, the bite of her fingertips in his shoulders or back, knowing she couldn’t control herself, that she was wild and gasping underneath him.