Chapter 3

Fiona POV

He’s mesmerizing.

I can’t tear my eyes off him even if I wanted to, which might seem weird, but after today, I let myself go a bit. My eyes wander his body, taking in the handsome face with sharp angles, the heat in his bright eyes, and wide shoulders that just scream for someone to be thrown over them.

His muscles are perfectly toned, straining against the fabric of his suit jacket in a delicious way that sends tingles zipping through my body. Then, my eyes connect with his again, and my mouth goes dry from the heat I can feel from across the room.

Damn.

With a body and face like his, he must be either a stripper or a call boy. No regular person looks that good, especially in a place like this.

I let my cheek fall into my palm as I stare at the gorgeous man. He’s older than me, probably in his thirties, or maybe a bit older, but that definitely doesn’t stop him from looking like the most delicious snack.

I’d love nothing more than to slide that jacket off before unbuttoning his shirt and taking my tongue to his—

Shaking my head at the dirty thoughts, I sit up straight. Then I scold myself. I’m not engaged anymore. Andy dumped me, so I need to move on… my eyes slide back to the man, and I bite my lip. Maybe what I need is a distraction, and he could just be the sign to confirm my thoughts.

So, before I can stop myself, I stand up and walk toward him. His eyes don’t leave me, even as I stop in front of him and hook my arm around his neck.

The man turns into my hold, our chests brushing, and doesn’t move away when my lips brush his neck. A zing of anticipation races across my skin, sending heat pooling in my core. He smells like snowy cypress, and I want to bury myself in the scent.

A little moan falls from my lips as I rub against him, kissing his neck and jaw. A reeling, unsteady feeling hits me, and my knees buckle.

“Woah,” a husky voice murmurs at the same time an arm wraps around my waist. I hum and lean against him, pushing up on my tip toes to kiss his soft lips.

“Nolan, my name.” His husky, hard voice makes me shiver. His sensual lips brush mine as he leans in, and I think that must be his fake name.

“Why don’t we cherish this precious night?” I murmur, pulling him impossibly closer. Heat rolls through me, and my breasts push against his hard chest, making me want him even more.

A low growl rumbles around me just as arms sweep me up off the ground.

***

“I… oh, Goddess,” I moan, rocking my aching pussy against Nolan’s thigh. His fingers brush my waist, making me gasp and lean in, pressing my lips against his. They feel like coming into a warm home when you’ve been freezing- that feeling of heat and comfort and all over pleasure.

“Fuck,” he growls. The word rockets straight to my core, and I grind against him. His hands tighten on my waist, and when the sound of fabric tearing reaches my ears, I gasp. The flimsy pins keeping the back of my dress together pop off and it slides down my body.

Then, I’m suddenly on my back, looking up at Nolan and watching as his piercing green eyes follow my dress down my body as he pulls it off.

My head spins from the sexual tension, the drinks, and the man underneath me.

“Please,” I pant, lifting my hips. “Please touch me.”

Another growl and his lips are on mine again, his hips rocking against mine in the most amazing, mind-shattering way. I moan as his hard cock drags up my pussy. My pleasure builds, and I lift my hips again, silently begging for more.

Strong hands wrap around my waist, grab my ass, and jerk me forward. He grunts, I moan, and our bodies grind against each other. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, pulling him closer and slamming my lips to his as he speeds up the thrusts, rubbing and grinding against my panty covered center.

“Nolan, yes!” I cry, and my vision spins as an orgasm crashes over me and sends me over the edge.

***

Stretching, I turn over and slowly open my eyes. I rub at my temples, freezing when I notice Nolan sleeping beside me. Last night flashes before my eyes, and I bite my lip to stop any sound from coming out of my mouth.

After several orgasms, heavy petting, and the most amazing sex of my life, I fell asleep. I hadn’t planned to, but I was tired.

Guilt and embarrassment wash over me as I crawl out of the bed and gather my dress up. I pull it back on as best as I can, clamping my hand around the excess material to keep it from falling.

On weak legs, I walk over to my wallet and open it. There isn’t much in there since I spent most of my money on the taxi ride to the venue, but someone who gave me such a good night deserves a tip. I glance back at Nolan’s sleeping form, sigh at the sight of his exposed and chiseled abs, and then grab the remaining money from my wallet.

I’d love to stay longer, have a repeat of last night, but I need to leave. I need to make a plan for what I’m going to do now, so I set the money on the bedside table where Nolan will easily see it. We’ll never see each other again, so I let the guilt fall away as I quietly leave the room and leave Nolan behind.

Nolan POV

The glass barely touches my lips when the scent of rich roses and orange blossoms floods my senses.

“It’s our second chance mate,” my wolf says, perking up to full attention.

“Wait here,” I tell my Beta Nate before pushing up and leaving our booth. I’d wanted to relax, but her scent calls to me. The beautiful, yet dazed looking beauty at the bar. I move to the bar, several feet down from her and watch as she downs drink after drink, her tears mixing with the alcohol.

Then, like she felt me, she turns and looks directly at me.

I’ve never been with a woman without knowing her origin, even if she is my mate, but the way this woman looks at me, with heat that has my wolf pushing me to move to her.

Subtly, I reach my senses out and frown when I don’t sense a wolf within her.

“It’s a miscalculation,” I tell my wolf. “She’s not one of us.”

It doesn’t stop me from staring, though, as she looks at me with wonder and curiosity. Her eyes sparkle under the dim lighting in the bar, and as she stumbles over, they never leave me. Mine never leave her.

My wolf screams that she belongs to us, and he purrs in satisfaction as she throws herself at me, rubbing up against me like a cat in heat. My body reacts before my mind does, picking her up and bringing her to my usual hotel suite.

Her touch is intoxicating. The little breathy moans she lets out drive me wild, and I can’t stop myself. I give her the pleasure she begs for, ignoring the fact that I don’t even know this woman’s name.

She takes the pleasure, returning the kisses and grinds into me as I slide my fingers through her wet pussy, circling her clit and making her gasp.

Her scent seeps into my skin, making me dizzy with need as I nibble and kiss along her neck, giving her anything she begs for and relishing in the pleasure that connects us.

***

“There’s no trace of the woman,” Nate says.

Shit.

I pick up the wad of crinkled bills that had been sitting on the bedside table when I woke up.

When I look up at Nate, I find him staring at the wad of cash with a disgusted look. I’ve never been paid for pleasuring someone. It feels almost dirty, like the money sitting in front of me.

From how she snuck out before I woke up, the girl wasn’t searching for more than a bit of fun. She clearly is treating our encounter as if she were a cowgirl looking for a one time ride and nothing more. If she wanted to run, what do I care?

Shaking my head, I swipe the money into a desk drawer and turn my attention back to Nate who is holding a stack of folders.

“The candidates for your personal secretary,” he says, passing the folders to me. I take them and set them down in front of me as he continues, “Do you need to arrange an interview?”

I glance at the door, wondering which candidate is outside, before something catches my eye. A familiar photo sits at the top of a resume that is currently in the trash can near the corner of my desk.

“No need, I want her.”