Page 16 of Good Intentions, Vol. 2

Nick pulled away, pushed the button and said, “Take me to the Hilton.”

“Yes, Sir,” was heard through the speaker in the doors and hearing the word Sir, I gave Nick a wicked smile before I leaned over his lap, opened his zipper freeing his hard cock and took him in my mouth.

The rest of the ride was filled with silence, that was occasionally broken with Nick’s groans.

It was the best time ever.

Until now.

“What do you mean?” I whisper. I don’t have the energy to even lift my head from his chest. And his fingers that are drawing random patterns on the small of my back and my ass are lulling me to sleep.

“I want to be with you,” he says simply.

I close my eyes, thankful that he can’t see my face.

I want that more than anything, but I’m realistic enough to know not to ask for it.

Still, I admit, “I want to be with you too.”

He doesn’t say anything, but the breath he takes is big enough to lift my head up. I ride it the rest of the way and look at him through the dark.

He’s face is turned away from me, looking at the lights of the city that are trying to pour into the room and break this moment.

“Can I ask you something?” I gulp.

“Yeah,” he sighs. Almost as if he knows what I’m about to ask.

“Why are you here?” I want to and don’t want to know the answer at the same time.

He doesn’t need me to explain what I mean. He knows exactly what I want to know.

“Because I can’t be with Claire anymore, because she made my life a living hell, because I go to bed every night alone,” he pulls me back to his body and says softly, “because I love you.”

“But why not-”

“One day I’m going to figure things out. One day I’m going to be free. One day this will all be over,” he clears his throat and doesn’t say anything else.

What does that mean?

Will he divorce his wife?

Will we be together then as a normal couple?

Or will we be over?

I don’t ask any of these questions. I lean over him, cup his face turning it towards mine and against his lips, I whisper, “One day.”

*~*~*

Four weeks later...

The movement of the sheet as it trails down my naked back, raises goosebumps along my skin.

“Morning, pretty girl,” Nick murmurs in my ear the greeting I get to hear almost every morning. The one I daydreamed about. The one I finally have.

For the last four weeks, we’ve spent almost every night together.

After that night in a hotel room, and after he asked the next day that I spend the night with him, I threw all caution to the wind and brought him here.