Unwanted Heat

Kenzie

I wake up to an empty bed-Nicholas’s side of the bed is cool, so I guess he has been up for a while. A quick glance at the clock next to his bed confirms why: it’s well after eleven in the morning, the latest I think I’ve ever slept. I quickly get out of bed and wash up in the bathroom. Wanting to get out of the clothes I’ve been wearing for more than twenty-four straight hours, I head into the closet where I find an NYU T-shirt and a pair of his boxer briefs to throw on. Not the most attractive outfits, but it will have to do until I go upstairs to my clothes. Walking out of the bedroom, I realize the apartment is silent… like so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. For a brief moment, I consider that perhaps he went somewhere, but when I reach the kitchen I find him… cursing at the stove as he tosses a pan into the sink. “Everything okay?” I ask, desperately trying to hold back the laugh.

“Stupid, fucking stove!”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It either burns something or doesn’t cook it at all! It must have fucking broke when we were gone.”

“What are you trying to cook?”

“Eggs.”

“Why don’t you let me try and see if I can get it to work?”

“Don’t bother, I’ll get Carter to order another one. Clearly this one is a piece of shit!”

“Let’s at least see if I can get us some breakfast made since Julie is off today.”

“Fuck, I forgot.”

“Do you have any vegetables? I can make an omelet quick if you want.”

“I’m sure there’s probably some in here. I think Julie was supposed to have groceries delivered before we came home,” he pokes his head in the fridge while I try to find a pan that doesn’t have burnt eggs on it. I manage to find two clean frying pans just as he places a bunch of vegetables on the island. He looks from them to me, obviously not having any idea what to do next.

“You don’t cook much do you?”

“Not if I can help it,” he chuckles. “Julie always leaves frozen meals for me to eat on the weekends, usually I skip breakfast or just have a bowl of cereal. Obviously, I should stick to that rather than trying to cook.”

“Can you chop up those vegetables? I’ll start getting the pans hot

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“Not sure why you’re bothering, I told you the stove is a piece of shit!”

“I’ll tell you what, if the omelets turn out burnt then I will buy us breakfast somewhere.”

“Not that I will let you pay, but you have a deal.”

I shake my head at his idea that I can’t buy him breakfast-it’s one of the things I struggle with the most in our new arrangement. I don’t like spending someone else’s money, it makes me feel like I’m taking advantage of them and that I’m relying on them. I’d rather spend my own money and not be indebted to anyone.

“Is this enough?” Nicholas pulls my attention back to the present.

“Yup, perfect,” I take the bowl of vegetables from him and put them into the saute pan “Have you been awake long?”

“A couple of hours. I was trying to read through the hundreds of emails that came through while we were away last week.”

“Hundreds?”

“My inbox indicated I had more than five hundred new emails,” he shrugs. “It’ll take me a few hours to read through all of them, although Melody has already flagged any that she believes I should read first.” “Guess I know how you’ll be spending your day,” I laugh.

“I need to get through them today because I have a pretty busy week ahead of me. Oh, Melody set up a meeting for you, Tuesday morning, with the Director of our Finance Department. Will that work for you?”

“I’m sure it will be fine. I don’t have anything really going on this week. I’m going to try to meet with Ginny tomorrow afternoon, but otherwise I think the week is open.”

“If you are free, I have a business dinner Friday night that I was hoping you could attend with me,” he asks hesitantly.

“Sure, that’s fine.”

We fall into an awkward silence-we seem to be in some sort of a limbo between our new arrangement where I help him change his image for the press and our new… whatever we have going on between us since Fiji. Our arrangement has always been for me to accompany him to certain events, and with our “marriage,” it’s even more important now than it was before that I am seen with him. I think we are both are a little unsure how to proceed with whatever this new thing is that has happened between us.

“The omelets are done,” I place a plate in front of Nicholas, essentially ending the weirdness between us. “Wow… how did you fix the stove?”

“I didn’t, there was nothing wrong with the stove itself… I think it was user error.”

“What… oh…”

And like that things are back to normal between us.

He gives me a rundown of his schedule for the week, which sounds absolutely crazy to me, but I can tell by how he talks that he is actually looking forward to getting back to work this week. Although, I know he had fun this past week, I can tell how much he missed being at PFS. I hadn’t realized how much he gave up to plan the wedding and honeymoon for me. He could have easily spent the entire week working from Fiji, but instead, he barely spent more than a couple of hours on his computer or checking emails on his phone.

“Thank you for breakfast, Kenzie,” he pulls me off of my stool so I’m standing between his legs.

His hands are on my hips, and he is looking up at me-he doesn’t move to do anything more, but his eyes are full of questions. I’m kind of relieved to see those questions in his eyes; I was concerned I was the only one unsure of where things are between us. I think we are both wondering if what happened in Fiji will continue now that we’re back in New York, or if things would change between us, now that we’re back. Though, when I think about it, things started changing between us even before we left on our honeymoon. Maybe things would have evolved even if we had stayed in New York. The attraction between us has been there for a while, only increasing after I moved in.

I gasp when his lips suddenly crush against mine. I moan when his hands slip up the back of my shirt, all the while he ravishes my mouth. He groans in return when I cautiously run my hand over his ass, loving how he flexes his hips against me when I grip him. He lifts my shirt above my head, quickly tossing it on the floor as we begin to walk down the hallway. By the time we reach the bedroom, I am no longer wearing any clothes and he is standing before me only in a T-shirt. Before the door even closes, it’s on the floor and he is leading me to the bed.

“I need to taste you,” he whispers in my ear as his fingers tease my sex. My face heats up at his words-I don’t know that I will ever get used to how blunt he is in the bedroom.

He moves onto the bed, lying on his back, and I follow him, but before I can lay down, he grasps my hips me and moves me so I’m kneeling next to his head. He maneuvers me how he wants: I’m straddling his head while leaning over his firm abs. Before I can even think, he lifts his head and lazily runs his tongue along my slit, causing me to moan loudly. He groans and pulls me against him when I grasp his erection and bring it to my lips. Within seconds, we are both moaning loudly as we try to focus on the other person-

“You taste so fucking good.”

Nicholas’s fingers are in me, his mouth is on me, and I can feel myself falling apart against him. I’ve never felt like this with anyone else- I was never able to orgasm with-

“Hmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!”

The force and intensity of the orgasm surprises me. I’m completely unprepared for it. He holds my ass firm against him as my body shakes and bucks against him, the orgasm never seeming to end. When it does finally, he manages to move my body around, as if I’m a limp rag doll, so that now we’re facing each other. He brings me against him, his erection slides against my still throbbing sex.

“I want you,” he whispers against my lips.

“I want you, too.”

“I need to get a condom from our bag… I didn’t… there aren’t any in here,” he kisses me before slipping from the bed, to go into his bag which was placed in his closet. I think about what he said, or rather what he didn’t say…

“Found them,” he opens the drawer on his nightstand and tosses the box of condoms in there, keeping one out before climbing back onto the bed.

“You didn’t have any in here because…” I ask, unsure if I really want to know the answer. Are they not in here because he took them out before I moved in or-

“I’ve never… you’re the first woman to ever come in here, Kenzie. I’ve never…”

I silence him by kissing him-his answer was nothing I had expected, but for some strange reason it makes me smile to know that he hadn’t fucked other women in here. He obviously has a lot more experience than I do, so I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had said that the reason there were no condoms in this room was because he got rid of them before I moved in. I like that he sees that things are different between us. I could never do sex without an emotional attachment.

“God, Kenzie,” he moans as he slides completely into me.

He thrusts into me a few times, before slipping his hand under my back and turning us over while never losing our connection. I lay on his chest for a moment, loving how I can feel his heart beating just below mine. I kiss him before sitting up, groaning when he slips even deeper into me.

I reach behind me and hold onto his thighs, which immediately gives me the support I need. His hands are on my hips, urging me to move, as I feel his body tense below me. I move harder and faster, only vaguely thinking that he is likely watching me because in this position I’m fully exposed to him.

“Nicholas!” I gasp when his fingers suddenly find my clit.

He thrusts hard into me just as I come down; our names are on each other’s lips the moment our releases hit. He leans up, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulls me down so I’m lying on his chest.

“Take a shower with me?” he whispers.

“Sure,” I kiss him before slowly sliding off of him.

From the outside his shower looks huge, but once you have two people in there, it’s actually pretty cozy. There are two overhead rain showerheads, making you feel like you’re standing in the middle of a summer rain shower. There’s just enough room for us to be in here but not too much room like when we were in Fiji. I actually prefer this shower over that one because I can be closer to him.

After, he gives me another outfit to wear, rather than letting me go upstairs and grab my own. Obviously, at some point I will need to go up there since I can’t wear Nicholas’s clothes forever, but I don’t think either of us are in any hurry. The rest of the day is relaxing for me, I curl up on the big chair in the library, while Nicholas continues to read through his emails. Although he assures me it isn’t necessary, I cook us dinner rather than heating up something Julie had previously prepared. After spending the last week not cooking, I felt an incredible need to cook something rather than simply heating something up.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.