Take the Money and Come

Chapter 7: Thwarted Hunger

Chapter 7: Thwarted HungerNico met her gaze then, and instantly desire flared, fiery golden flecks captivating her. She wanted him now, but she wasn't completely certain she could stand, suddenly realizing the alcohol had crept up on her. So, she climbed up, crossing the short distance between them across the table. Their eyes still locked, her lips descended on his this time, kissing him with the same urgent need she felt welling within her the night prior. His hands were on her waist, pulling her off the table and into his lap, her dress hoisting up to the top of her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him. He pulled her hard against him deepening the kiss as Sarah's hands explored every inch of him she could reach, running her fingers over his broad chest and back, his muscular shoulders.

He broke the kiss then but his lips never left her, kissing his way down her neck, over her collarbone to tease the upper swells of her breasts above the top of her dress. Leaning her back against the table, he descended lower still, finding a n****e through the fabric and teasing her with his tongue. She moaned as his teeth grazed her through the dress and his hands came up to squeeze her t**s. She writhed and the movement wriggled the hem of her dress up higher, revealing her smooth, naked p***y. Nico groaned and slid her up further so she was laying on the table. One hand left her t**s, his fingers finding her clit seconds later, rubbing her slowly. She watched as his fingers moved to part her lips, spreading her open wide. She cried out in pleasure as two fingers slid into her wet slit. He plunged in and out slowly at first and she could already feel her o****m building quickly. His pace increased gradually bringing her ever closer.

Then his fingers were gone and Sarah whimpered at the loss. But, his tongue replaced his fingers seconds later, teasing her clit before sucking her into his mouth. The sensation was exquisite. He continued to suck for a moment before releasing her, parting her lips with his tongue as he'd done with his fingers just moments ago and then plunging in deep. Thrusting in and out, she knew it wouldn't be long, thrashing about wildly as her o****m continued to build. Just a few more seconds and then...her back arched off the table as her p***y started to spasm around Nico's tongue, cumming harder than she ever had before. He stood then, unzipping the fly of his pants. She leaned up on her elbows, her eyes locked on his massive, rock hard c**k.

And that's when he saw it; the telling sway of her body. He didn't know how he hadn't recognized it sooner. It had just never crossed his mind. There she was, completely open to him; he was poised at her hot, slick entrance, and with the thrust of his hips he would feel her sheathed around him. He'd only known her since last night, and still it felt like he'd been waiting a lifetime for this moment. But although every fiber of his body was screaming at him to proceed, he couldn't. It suddenly made sense to him; why she had become so open and chatty about herself. And now, why her body moved like she were just a little dizzy. Sarah was drunk. She had been doing a hell of a job acting unaffected, and damn how he would love to ignore it now. He knew this was precisely what she'd come here for tonight, but s*x with a woman who wasn't in complete control of her faculties...it just wasn't his thing, especially with Sarah. It seemed she'd been used and abused over the years and he wasn't going to add to the list of people who took advantage of her, even it felt like utter torture to resist. Hell, realizing her drunken state, he was beginning to feel guilty for what he'd done to her already.

Mustering up every bit of strength he possessed, he stepped back, painfully rezipping his fly and slowly sliding Sarah's dress back down over her thighs. He wasn't surprised by the confused look on her face, but he was shocked to see the hurt in her eyes. He barely knew this woman and yet he found himself more than willing to hand over his fortune happily in that moment to banish the pain he saw there. She thought he was rejecting her, and he was guessing by the latest in her string of bad relationships, that scumbag had likely done something to make her feel like she was somehow inadequate.

“Damn!” he whispered the curse, reaching out to pull her upright. “I want you Sarah. God, how I want you right now.” He took her hand, moving it to his painfully hard c**k to show her. “But, you're drunk, and I can't let this happen.”

She had no idea how difficult this was for him. He did the wrong thing all the time, it was exactly what was expected of him. He hated to admit it but he was good at it, and it had become easy, no more difficult than breathing. It would be so easy to do the wrong thing now; to strip her naked, to cover her body with his, to bury himself deep inside her. But the thing was, Sarah had no idea who he really was. She thought he was some decent guy with a well-paying job and an average, ordinary, dysfunctional family. And if that's what she saw, then he had the opportunity to be that man in her eyes, if only for a brief amount of time. She was in Boca Raton for two weeks, that's what she'd said. If he could talk her out of this one night stand, and instead convince her that a short-term fling wasn't such a bad idea, he could remain that man for a little longer. And, his own twisted motives aside, as painful as it was to resist, the idea of sacrificing this one time with her for the possibility of having her night after night was enough to bolster his determination enough to stay strong.

“I'll take you back to the hotel,” he whispered, forcing the words past his lips.

Sarah shook her head adamantly, though the motion set her body to swaying more, trying to regain its balance, and Nico was certain then that he'd made the right call. She was far more drunk than he had initially thought.

“I'm not going back to my hotel. Callie will never let me live this down.”

He smiled at her stubbornness. “Then you'll come home with me.”

Nico wasn't certain it was the best solution; he'd mustered enough strength to get her out of here, not to spend the entire night just a few feet away from her soft flesh, her delicate curves, her hot, wet...

“f**k!” he cursed silently, chastising himself for already allowing his mind to lead him down that road.

She was too far gone to object; the three or four glasses of fifteen proof wine taking their toll. He'd probably find it cute that she could hold so little liquor if he didn't still desperately want to f**k her. It was going to be a long night. Helping Sarah outside, he guided her toward his car, opting to take his own Mercedes rather than calling on his driver.

It only took a few minutes to make it back to the hotel—little did Sarah know that he was actually staying in her hotel's penthouse suite. The hotel was one of his family's many holdings, and he found it easier to reserve the suite whenever he was in town rather than worrying about purchasing a house or condo. She weakly protested as he pulled into the hotel's front drive, but when he reassured her he wasn't taking her back to her friend Callie, she believed him, and ceased her protest. Two minutes later, Nico pushed open the front door to his suite, helping Sarah inside. She'd refused to let him carry her down the halls, but now behind closed doors, he lifted her up in his arms easily, carrying her to his bedroom and laying her down gently. She sighed contentedly as he covered her with a blanket—the more layers between them, the better, Nico thought.

“Don't leave.”

She'd opened her eyes as he turned to leave the room, objecting to his retreat. Gritting his teeth, he sat down at the edge of the bed, reining in the urge to throw off the blanket and tear her dress from her soft, slim body.

“No one has tucked me into bed since I was nine years old,” she sighed, and then she was quiet for a moment. “Why did you stop? You didn't have to, you know?”

“You were drunk, and I won't do that, not to you. You're a very good actress, but I don't believe you're the drunken, one-night-stand kind of woman. When I have you Sarah—and I will—I want every part of you. I want to know that every bit of you wants it just as much as I do. I want to look into your eyes when I'm deep inside you and know you'll never forget a single moment.”

Nico breathed deeply, trying to regain his composure. He was beginning to wonder if being good was really worth it; this seemed like the cruelest torture imaginable. He could end it so easily. She wouldn't resist; within seconds, she'd be wet and eager in his arms.

“Goodnight Sarah.”

He rose from the bed, speaking more harshly than he had intended, but he wasn't sticking around to apologize. Nico was out the door and halfway through the suite in seconds, pacing back and forth across the grand living room as he breathed deeply, trying to calm his raging hormones. He contemplated heading out the door, knowing he could have an easy lay in his arms within minutes, but it wasn't what he wanted. And so, he sank down on the plush leather sofa and continued to breath in and out deeply. Fortunately, he wasn't left to his own thoughts for long; his phone rang less than two minutes after sitting down—a work emergency, of course. He was at the same time relieved by the distraction and disgusted by what he had to do. His last thought before heading out the door; he really wished he was the decent guy the woman asleep in his bed thought he was.

Sarah awoke to the sun blazing in the room through the open curtains, surprised that she had slept so late. She stretched, rubbing her eyes to banish the last vestiges of sleep. Slipping her legs over the side of the bed, she realized something was amiss the second her feet touched the floor. This wasn't her bed. Looking around, this wasn't the suite she was staying in either. Where was she?

It came back to her suddenly. She'd been at the restaurant with Nico last night, so close to what she'd been after when he'd stopped abruptly. The rest of the night had been a bit of a blur, recalling him lifting her up in his arms, sitting at the edge of the bed. She had no idea at the time the wine had so much alcohol; she'd always assumed it was a pretty safe bet. Now she most certainly knew otherwise. If it hadn't been for the damn stuff, she'd be thoroughly laid by now. But he'd stopped...what kind of guy worries that he'd be taking advantage of a woman—particularly when he knew s*x was exactly what she had wanted.

She stood, smoothing her dress and running her fingers through her hair. Padding quietly out into the living room, she looked around, taking in the enormous suite. Looking outside, she recognized the same view she'd had from her hotel room balcony yesterday morning. Was she in the same hotel? Odd. Odder still was the fact the suite appeared to be empty; no tall, dark, sexy man in sight. Locating the kitchen, she was just about to open the fridge to rummage for something small to grab when a knock sounded at the door. She wasn't sure if she should answer it at first. After all, this wasn't her hotel suite. After a moment, the knocking continued, and then again. Walking over to the door, she peered through the peephole to find a pair of authoritative looking men standing on the other side of the door. Not realizing there was an intercom, she opened the door slowly.

“Good morning. Can I help you?” she asked cordially.

“Is Mr. Nico Rossi in, Miss?” one of the men inquired, holding up an FBI badge.

“I'm afraid not,” she answered.

“Do you know when you expect him to return?” the other man asked.

Sarah blushed lightly, knowing she didn't have an answer, nor an explanation for why she was in Nico's suite without any idea when he'd be back. She just shook her head.

“We'll try again later then,” the first man told her, handing her a card with his extension. He was silent for a moment but didn't turn to leave. “You don't really look like you belong here, Miss. I don't think you realize what you're getting yourself involved in. You could be in danger. Please be careful,” he spoke emphatically before nodding once and heading back toward the elevator.

Sarah closed the door slowly, all the while her mind was racing. “What I'm getting myself involved in? Please be careful?”

What was going on? Was Nico in some kind of trouble? As a wealthy businessman, had he been the recipient of some sort of threat? Or...was Nico the threat? That's why the FBI agent warned her to be careful? Panic flooded through her. She looked around the suite quickly, making sure she hadn't left anything behind and then turned for the door, wanting to get out before Nico returned so she'd have time to sort this out.

Throwing open the door, she ran out and straight into a broad, muscular chest.

“Oh!” she cried.

Arms came around her then, grasping her by the hips and moving her backward into the hotel suite. There was no hope of escaping now. What sort of trouble had she gotten herself into?