บททั้งหมดของ When Love Lasts: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

NICHOLAS I latched onto her wrist as I gauged her reaction carefully. Her cheeks were flushed from her orgasm, and her eyes were wild and aroused. I had really come to love this expression on her face. As I guided her out of the kitchen, I found myself enraptured by how badly I wanted her; how badly I wanted her crumbling under my touch. I felt her hand grab the back of my shirt as she tried to slow down my long strides, but that was the last thing I wanted to do. I pulled her down the familiar long hallway until we stumbled upon the last room I never thought I would come back to: my childhood bedroom. I swallowed back the bittersweet memories triggered by the peeling cream walls and musty smell as I turned to face Ophelia once more. My breathing hitched as I took her in. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks were flushed red and her dress was hitched halfway up her thigh. My God, she was really hot. I began to unbuckle my belt, but she stopped me. "Let me," she said softly and erotic

NICHOLAS My phone had to chime at least a dozen flat electronic notes before I finally gave up on trying to go back to sleep, then I answered it. “Do you have you any idea what time it is?" I snapped into the phone. "Yes, it is 11 AM. Where are you?" the voice at the other end said and I bolted upright. Shit. It was Martha, and I had an appointment with her at 9 AM. "l was held up,” I lied smoothly, but the tutting on the other line told me she didn't believe it in the slightest bit. “For personal reasons," I added, hurriedly glancing at my personal reason who was still fast asleep beside me. Her blonde locks were shading everything except her lovely pink lips from view. “Is your personal reason Ophelia? Because you still haven't told me how it went with her." "There is too much to tell over the phone. Can we just cancel this appointment? I will still pay for your time," I suggested.There was a beat of silence, before she started to say, "Fine, but…" Since I had already heard

NICHOLAS Three hours later as I jogged back from an impromptu dinner with some fellow business men, I passed by a restaurant . 'Aventi's' read the name on th front sign. Hmm. Maybe I should take Ophelia there. Woah! Where did that come from? I questioned myself in my mind.I was alone in the elevator as I stretched out, centered and calm for the first time since I employed that enigmatic woman. The fact that even more food had been delivered to my office also helped my mood. I was not hungry but I would eat it because I would feel dreadful for weeks if anything here went to waste. And it was not a feeling I would tolerate. The gradually setting sun outside informed me that it was approaching evening now. Wow, Taylor and I must have been talking for a while. Originally, she clearly had intentions to talk to me about what she had witnessed earlier today but since I was known to be quite cogent, steering the conversation in the correct direction was an easy enough task. In the end,

OPHELIA I reached up to his second shirt button, then I planted a kiss on his chest as I undid each of them. He groaned as his chest started to rise and fall with his rapid breathing. I loved how I affected him. In one swift movement, he suddenly grabbed me around the waist and lifted me onto his lap. His lips found mine, and his hands curled around my head and held me as our tongues intertwined. Abruptly he knelt up, knocking me off him and leaving me breathless. He slowly ran his hands down my legs and then grabbed my left foot. "You have such sexy legs. I want to kiss every inch of them," he said erotically.My heart thrummed against my chest as he pressed his lips against my big toe and then grazed the pad with his teeth. Everything below my waistline convulsed instantly. His tongue glided up my heel as his teeth skimmed my ankle. He trailed soft and wet kisses up the inside of my calf, and I couldn't help but wriggle beneath him. “Keep still, or we will have to start all ove

NICHOLAS I checked my watch and I was relieved to see that there was only about an hour left before the end of the flight. Thank God, I thought. I wanted to get off this cramped plane as soon as possible. I had plans for this vacation. Real plans. And although I did hope to solve some of our problems along the way, I also wanted to explore more with Ophelia. Sex with her so far had been… well, beyond anything I had ever experienced. But I also wanted to do more. So much more. Just as I was thinking about this, a flight attendant appeared with trays of food balanced in her arm. My stomach grumbled in appreciation. I had been so devoted to beating up punching bags at the gym this morning that I must have forgotten to eat breakfast. Suddenly, the enormity of that realization hit me and I almost doubled back. Did this morning's events really distract me so much that I forgot to have a meal? I didn't think I had forgotten a meal in… well, forever. The flight attendant's wide smile li