Catching Avery

Chapter 13

Greed: Because one night wasn't going to be enough. Ok, let me rephrase-because two nights weren't going to be enough.

Avery~

I was lying in Nicholas' bed, realizing that I wanted to live in it forever. He owned a California King that had a mattress made out of sunshine and miracles.

After we'd managed to catch our breath earlier, Nicholas had removed whatever had remained of our clothing, picked me up, then had carried me to his bedroom. The moment that my back had touched the sheets on his bed, I had started formulating a plan to murder him, take over his identity, then live in his bed forever. Though Quinn and Iz needed to help me work out a few of the details, I thought it was totally doable.

He'd also told me to stay put as he'd gone to dispose of the condom, but that demand hadn't really been necessary; I was never leaving this bed. Nicholas could afford to move elsewhere, so I didn't see the problem.

I turned my head as I heard Nicholas walking out of the adjoining bathroom, and let me tell you, the sight was magnificent. Nicholas was stark-ass naked, and that thick phenomenon of his was just swinging freely between his legs. Still, with the way that he was carrying himself, you would have thought that he was dressed in a ten-thousand-dollar Armani suit. The man did not lack confidence, and he ought to be confident as evident by my sore lady bits.

I could only stare as he made his way towards the bed, then pulled back the sheets to climb in on top of me. He propped himself up on his elbows, so that he could look down at me. "Like what you saw there?"

His weight felt like home, but of course I couldn't tell him that, so I settled on, "Eh, not bad."

He laughed because he knew that I was lying. "Well, I guess I'll just have to work out harder."

I wrapped my arms around his back, then started stroking his shoulder blades. I knew that he didn't need me to say it, but it was what I was feeling. "You're perfect, Nicholas, and you know it. You're absolutely gorgeous."

He regarded me thoughtfully. "Depends on your definition of perfect, Imp."

It was my turn to laugh now. "You are the definition of perfect. Hell, you, Chase, and Julian are like mortal gods, you guys are so beautiful. Don't act like you don't know it."

He leaned in to kiss me while he began to brush my hair back from my face with his hands. "Now, see? Julian, Chase, and I look nothing alike, yet you say that we're all three perfect in looks. So, my point stands. Perfection is a matter of opinion." After that statement, he initiated round two by shifting his kisses, so that they were trailing down my body.

I went for honesty again. "Well, I think you're perfectly beautiful."

Nicholas inched his way down my body until I felt him take both my breasts in his hands. "I'm not, but I'm grateful as hell that you think so, Imp," he whispered before squeezing one of my tits, then wrapping his lips around the hard nub. I arched my back in pleasure, giving him better access.

I let myself get lost in pleasure as he kneaded my flesh and worked his way from one hard, eager, sensitive nipple to the other. I slid my hands under the pillow, moving my arms to either side of my head, so that there was nothing in his way of devouring me.

Honesty kept flying out of my mouth as I whimpered, "You feel so good, Nicholas."

He finished his euphoric torture on my breasts, then started kissing his way farther south. "You got it all wrong, baby. It's you who feels so good."

I eagerly opened my legs wider to accommodate his body sliding down over mine, and I was practically panting with anticipation of when he reached his goal. Hell, when he reached my goal. After all, thanks to our lapse in judgment in the conference room, I already knew what he was capable of, and that had been without the luxury of time and a bed made of sunshine and miracles.