2. Fantasies fulfilled

 

Chapter 2

 

Nicole's POV

 

 

My hands flew to the collar of his shirt, unbuttoning it with a pressing need as I ground on his knee that was bent in between my legs.

 

Our bodies heated up, entwined with each other as his hands started to roam my body, flicking my shirt off and unclasping my bra with a fluency only an expert like him could achieve.

 

“Oh, your skin is so smooth. Why have you been hiding this D cup underneath those ugly outfits all this while?” he stepped back to admire my chest as my bra fell to the floor, the same movement with which his shirt fell to the ground and I finally saw him in his full beauty.

 

Chest chiselled like a Greek god, and a tattooed paragraph on his upper left chest.

 

“Wow,” I drooled before leaning in and grabbing his nipple in my mouth, it hardened as my tongue rolled around it.

 

“You are one wild card, Nicole,” he let out a breath of alcoholic air.

 

“This has always been a fantasy of mine,” I confessed as I dared to look in his eyes.

 

The emerald of his eyes carried the usual tease that I’ve always found so damn attractive.

 

“Same here! My turn,” he smirked as he started to trail kisses down my neck, from my lips down to my shoulders.

 

His knees landed with a thud on the ground as he grabbed my left breast in his hand and started to suckle on the right one.

 

I’d never found my body attractive, plus the fact that I’d been bullied for not conforming to beauty standards all my life.

 

It was why I wore baggy clothes that didn’t fit my body. That way, people would focus on my outfit being the problem and not my body.

 

But right now, as my eyes rolled to the back of my head in pleasure, I felt gratified, like I was some sort of goddess, getting the worship of a Greek god.

 

Xavier Wolfe had standards, high standards and that's why I loved in secret, thinking he would never see me that way, yet here he was kneeling down to trail kisses all over my body.

 

My nipples were hard as he nicked and suckled on them.

 

The sensation was out of this world and it had me grabbing his dark brown hair in my fists just to keep him in place.

 

“Puah!” he let go of my boobs and raised his eyes to look at me.

 

I leaned in for a kiss and we had a brief one, more intense although shorter than the first.

 

“I’m going down,” he said with his now swollen lips.

 

I nodded and spread my legs so he could raise my skirt up to my waist, leaving me exposed as soon as he dragged my panties to my ankles.

 

A cold breeze blew and suddenly I felt self-conscious.

 

He just kept staring without taking any action.

 

Was it because of that?

 

“I’m sorry,” I started to close my legs together as I let go of his hair, “I didn’t shave.”

 

It was healthy to leave the hair out, plus I never went on dates that encouraged me to shave, so it was a full bush down there.

 

“You are so beautiful, Nicole,” he muttered in amazement and that was when it occurred to me that he was staring in awe, not what I thought. “What’s a little bush when I finally get to have you,” he said as he cupped my ass in his big palms and licked between my lips from down up.

 

It was slurpy thanks to the fact that I was already wet before he came in.

 

“Awn,” I moaned at the electrifying feeling that made my legs suddenly go limp.

 

“Sweet. Moan my name,” he called as he took another dip, twisting his tongue at my entrance and entering me without any warning.

 

My knees buckled and I fell backwards. My back sliding down the door with the same ease with which his index finger slid inside me.

 

“Oh god,” I moaned as he grabbed my waist and held my knees over his neck as if I didn’t weigh a thing.

 

My hips bucked as he moved his fingers in and out, in and out and when I thought 

 

I would reach that edge, he stopped sucking and fingering me altogether.

 

I looked at him in shock and panic.

 

Had I done something wrong?

 

“The next time you call someone else’s name that is not mine, I would stop,” he said, his voice carrying every word like a threat.

 

My heart constricted with fear as goosebumps filled my skin.

 

“Please don’t stop,” I begged with desperation.

 

The teasing was not enough, I needed more, so much more than my fingers could offer and he was the only one who could give it to me.

 

“Xavier, fuck me with your tongue, please,” I begged as I grabbed his hair once more.

 

“I thought you’d never ask,” he smirked and buried his head in between my thighs again, never once complaining whether I squeezed too hard or not.

 

He just continued lapping and eating me out with the ferocity of a starved animal.

 

Then he introduced his index finger then his ring finger.

 

All three fingers inside me with his tongue teasing my very sensitive clit brought 

me to that edge again.

 

Just a few more strokes and I would come.

 

“I’m gonna cum. Faster, faster,” I rode his face just as fast as his fingers pumped inside me until a bright light flashed at the back of my eyes and I blacked out for a second.

 

My whole body shuddered from the orgasm and when I came to, he was wiping his fingers so elegantly with a handkerchief, like a prince that had just eaten a four-course meal.

 

I got to my feet holding the door knob for support with an unrelenting blush on my face.

 

“That was incredible,” I found myself saying as he turned to me, an obvious smile on his face.

 

He gasped, about to say something when his phone started ringing.

 

I recognized that ringing tone because not only was it different from the one on his business and regular phone, but every time the phone rang, he would leave everything he was doing to get a private space before answering it. And tonight was no different.

 

“Please excuse me,” he said with a glance before resuming his focus to figuring out which pocket it was rung out from.

 

I bent to pull my pants up, before slinging my bra strap over my shoulder and awkwardly wearing my t-shirt as I exited his room to enter his main office which I then exited from my office.

 

The clock struck 9 pm as soon as I sat behind my desk with a heavy sigh.

 

I finally slept with my boss only for him to get a call from probably one of his whores who he did not hesitate to dismiss me for.

 

Who did I think I was anyway?

 

I was just his secretary and the fact that we had sex for the first time tonight probably means nothing to him.

 

I didn’t even have the time to properly lament about my situation when he barged out of his office, still shirtless.

 

I hurried up to my feet trying my best to remain professional in front of his naked chest.

 

“Where is my key, I need to get somewhere immediately,” there was a sense of urgency that confused me. My body raked with jealousy as I reached for one of his car keys on my desk. But instead of handing it over, I decided to confront him.

 

“You are drunk and you’re in no place to drive. You could get in an accident,” I said, clenching the keys in my hands.

 

Sure I was worried about him getting behind the wheels in this state, but the emotion that actually made me flare up was jealousy.

 

The thought of him running into the arms of another woman after what we just had left a bitter taste on my tongue.

 

Was I that bad that he couldn’t wait to do it with someone else?

 

“Accident? You think I have the time to be worried about that when my daughter is 

lying on the hospital bed?” he growled with an anger that immediately changed the dynamics.

 

“Daughter?” I gasped.

 

Xavier Wolfe had been the number one most coveted billionaire bachelor in the country, yet he had a daughter?

 

Was he secretly married or…? I looked him up and down, unable to find an answer or understanding.

 

“I can call you an Uber instead,” I said as I took out my phone and opened the transport app.

 

“I can’t wait. I need to see Loise now,” he paced front and back and for the first time I noticed the wrinkle on his forehead, “Do you know how to drive?” he suddenly asked out of nowhere.

 

“Well, I have a driver’s license but I…”

 

“Good, drive me with the fastest speed to Saint Lake Hospital. I’ll pay you double your overtime of the whole month,” he said as he hurried towards the VIP elevator.

 

I jogged to catch up with him as he clicked on the golden buttons in front of the elevator.

 

I didn’t have the time to feel good about stepping into the elevator that only elite business partners got to use, instead, I started to get overwhelmed with the nervous energy he was exuding.

 

“She would be fine, you should wear your shirt so you don’t catch a cold,” I said, trying to comfort him with whatever I could reason with.

 

“Just drive. Nothing should happen to my daughter, or else I would make sure those doctors lose their jobs and regret their lives.”

 

If there was one thing people knew about Xavier Wolfe, it would be the fact that everyone who went against him was faced with an end worse than death.

 

But this time, his tone was lined with something else... fear.