The Greek's Marriage Of Convivence
5 parts Ongoing As the passionate encounter reached its climax, Nicholas found himself entwined in a whirlwind of sensation, his body moving in perfect harmony against the gorgeous woman in his bed. With the woman's each gasp and moan, he increased his pace moving against her, and before he knew he heard the woman's cries of ecstasy, she had reached her climax. Within the next few moments he followed in the way, lost in the throes of pleasure.
But as the waves of pleasure subsided and their bodies trembled with the aftermath of their shared climax, a heavy silence settled over the room. Nicholas collapsed on the other end of the bed, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.
"Oh! Nick!" Zephrine DeLa Croix, the French lingerie model was still caught in the haze of pleasure, reached out to him, her fingers trembling with anticipation.
Before she could embrace him, however, Nicholas moved with a cold efficiency, slipping out of bed and swiftly beginning to dress. His actions spoke volumes, a stark reminder of the reality of their situation. This was his domain, his sanctuary, and she was merely a fleeting visitor.
Zephrine pouted, calling attention to her Botox filled plum lips "Oh Come 'on Nick! Don't be like this!" She complained, like she always did.
But Nicholas had already buttoned up his shirt with practiced ease, Zephrine watched him, slowly getting out of the bed herself, still completely naked and at ease.
Zephrine's pout transformed into a sultry smile as she wrapped her arms around Nicholas's neck, pressing her body against his with calculated seduction. "How long are we going to keep sneaking around like this? Are you going to send me back home every night?" she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. "Don't you think it's time we made it official and moved in together?"
"I'm afraid that's not possible," he stated flatly, his tone tinged with disdain. "We're not in a relationship, Zephrine. In case you have forgotten, I'm already married."