2 comments/ 8046 views/ 1 favorites Looking for Love Ch. 01 By: endlesskiss Club Knight The music was flowing through her veins. Ne-Yo's Champagne Life poured from the speakers. The men were on the hunt and the women were hoping to be caught. This was definitely the spot to be after hours for those who have hardly worked a day in their lives. This wasn't a regular night club where ladies get in free before eleven and gentlemen dressed in the newest gear they just purchased with their whole check after work. No, this was Knight, the place to be and be seen. Exclusive membership was required as well as a hefty bank account and a desire to remain private in this small piece of heaven known as Knight. Men didn't talk about the newest Jordan's that hit the stores; they discussed the stock, the newest cars on the market, and how just having money makes them wealthier than what they already are. Anastasia Blac loved it. She could feel a tingle down her spine from the many looks cast in her direction. She had been away from the limelight for awhile but she was definitely back and here to stay. This was her haven, her home away from home. Styled in five inch red stilettos and a red Herve Leger sleeveless dress which hugged her milk chocolate body in all the right places, she was dressed to kill. A tight eighteen inch black weave hung straight down her back. There definitely was no stopping her tonight. Anastasia was on a mission. She, like the rest of the patrons, was searching for something or rather someone. Unlike the women who wanted to be caught, Anastasia was on the hunt. She needed a benefactor and there was no better place to be than Knight. The rent on her penthouse was due in two weeks and the new Versace fall line was about to hit stores, so she had to be prepared. Money was running low so she needed to find Mr. Right Now, well, right now. Just as she caught the eye of a well dressed gentleman in an all black suit with matching vest and tie she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Oh my God, it is you!" Anastasia looked into the eyes of Nicole Pierce. If she ever believed in having best friends Nicole would definitely be number one on the list. Nicole reached out and pulled Anastasia in for a tight hug, "Where the hell have you been girl? It's been almost two years since I've seen you and definitely more than seven months since I've spoken to you. You look great." Anastasia looked at Nicole in her all black Gucci pantsuit and Louboutin heels. Nicole looked like a million dollars, not that Anastasia would ever tell her that. "Well what can I say, travel definitely agrees with me," Anastasia laughed. Nicole looked her up and down, "You are really glowing girl. That was some vacation you took." Anastasia shrugged her shoulders "A lady never tells." "HA," laughed Nicole, "if you think you are keeping this to yourself you have completely lost it. What is his name and what does he do?" Anastasia looked briefly uncomfortable. She had wanted to keep everything about her getaway under wraps but she knew Nicole would badger her until she spilled. Besides she trusted Nicole, at least with this info she did. She scanned the club for a vacant lounge area then tugged Nicole in the direction of a low round unoccupied black table with two black high backed seats. Once they were seated she caught the attention of a waiter and ordered two glasses of white wine. "Maybe you should brace yourself Nicole. This is kind of big news." Nicole took a deep breath "you didn't kill someone did you? I couldn't take it if you did and I really wouldn't want to know because then that means you would have to off me and I wouldn't go down without a fight." Anastasia rolled her eyes, "I thought I was the dramatic one Nicole. Calm down, it's nothing criminal." "Okay then, what is it?" Anastasia saw the waiter heading in their direction and waited for him to sit their drinks down and walk away. "I met someone," she said. "Well that much is obvious Ana; the question is who you met." "Remember when I told you I felt as though I were in a rut and needed adventure in my life before I'm fifty?" Nicole glanced toward the ceiling, "Ana, you're still a few years away from thirty; don't tell me you're having a midlife crisis." "Well, no but I didn't want to turn into a bitter old woman thinking about all of the things I didn't do," Anastasia said. "That is such a crock of shit Ana. There are so many things wrong about what you just said but the main one is the crap about the things you didn't do. Don't you mean the men you haven't done?" Nicole asked. Anastasia rolled her eyes "Fine Nicole, the men I haven't done. Geez, talk about touchy". "Anastasia, if you don't tell me who you met I will hurt you," warned Nicole. Anastasia looked around and lowered her voice as she leaned toward Nicole. "I was with Spencer Reed." Nicole's mouth dropped open. She had actually lost the ability to speak. "Nicole, please close your mouth. It looks as though it's open for business." Nicole shut her mouth with a snap as she continued to stare at Anastasia. "Please tell me you're joking Ana," she pleaded. Anastasia shrugged her shoulders. "It just sort of happened." "That is such a load of bull. That didn't just happen. Are you crazy? Your father will kill you when he finds out. Not to mention the tabloids will have a field day if they catch news of this." "Well it's a good thing they won't catch news of this isn't it Nicole. As a matter of fact if they did just happen to hear about Spencer and I, then I'd know exactly who opened her mouth," hissed Anastasia. "And as for my father finding out, I could care less what Kristoff Blac has to say." Nicole downed her glass of Pinot before rising. "I'm heading toward the ladies room. You will finish telling me everything about Spencer Reed when I return," Nicole warned, then picked up her clutch as she headed downstairs. Mr. Blac "Mr. Blac, there is a Peyton March on line two inquiring about the legal contracts," his secretary buzzed through the intercom. Kristoff Blac sighed as he tilted his head back. "Put him through to John Williams. John probably knows more about the contracts than I do anyway." "Right away Mr. Blac," she said. Kristoff stood from his high back comfort chair behind the dark wood desk. He walked over to the window to admire the view and take his mind off his troubles. There was so much on his mind. Mainly, his daughter Anastasia. She was his pride and joy as a child. Stubborn and willful much like himself. But there was also a side to her that disgusted Kristoff. She was spoiled and selfish, just like her mother Martine. She thought the world revolved around her and her own needs. Glancing at the file on his desk, Kristoff knew Anastasia thought she was punishing him. If she only knew in the end she would only hurt herself. He knew all about her so called vacation. He knew exactly who she was with also, Spencer Reed. Reed was a borderline criminal who hid behind legit companies to make his money. He used them to clean up his image and the companies used him to cut through the red tape. Kristoff was disgusted just thinking about Reed and his daughter being in the same room together much less. No, he wouldn't let himself go there. Not tonight. He wanted to reach out to Anastasia but he was tired of the arguing and dishonesty. Kristoff glanced at the phone one last time before walking to the coat closet and shrugging into his dark gray blazer. He wouldn't give himself a headache trying to understand his daughter. Not that he would stop trying but he refused to waste another moment on this when he had more important things to do. Like contacting his ex-wife about a vicious voicemail she left on his phone. The night was just beginning. THE EX- MRS. BLAC "Ma'am, the fare is two dollars, not seventy five cents," the bus driver said. Martine couldn't believe this. First her car service didn't show and now the city bus driver was harassing her for an extra dollar and twenty five cents. "Do I look like the type of person who carries change? Hell, do I look like I even want to be on this bus. You're lucky I had seventy five cents. Now shut up and drive the damn bus. You're supposed to be on a time schedule." The passengers applauded her as Martine walked to a single seat and gingerly sat down. God...I hope I don't catch anything sitting on this bus, Martine thought. An elderly woman wearing a worn brown coat smiled cheekily at Martine as she faced the window. She thought about the turn of events tonight. How did this happen, she thought? How did I end up on this bus with these people? Martine checked her phone for the third time. No one was returning her calls. Anastasias' phone went straight to voicemail,then again she expected no better from her only child. Josephine, her former sister, wasn't answering her phone either which wasn't surprising considering the argument they had earlier, but now was not the time to hold a grudge. She needed Josephine. After all, she was living with her rent and food free. She glanced at the time on her watch then caught the eye of a young man watching her. If he even thinks I am one to be messed with he has another thing coming, Martine thought. She returned the young man's stare. "I suggest you turn your thoughts in another direction because if you're considering taking me on you should know I am packing and I never miss." The young man smirked, his blue eyes laughing. "Lady, I wouldn't dream of it. Besides I have no doubt you'd put me in my place." He rang the bell and stood to exit at the next stop. "Of course who's to say I wouldn't like it," he laughed as he got off. Martine shook with laughter as she watched him exit. These young ones were a trip. On a good day she would be tempted to give him just what he was asking for but she had to get home. That is if she still had a home. Her cell phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced at the screen and sighed with relief as she answered, "Nice of you to call me back." Kristoff sighed, "Martine, I do work. I can't come running whenever you call." Martine whispered angrily into the phone, "You mean to tell me after all this time; you can so easily dismiss me. After all the years we spent together?" Kristoff remembered all of the years they spent together vividly which made it so easy for him to ignore Martine. "You said on your message that you were stranded. Do you need help or not Martine?" Martine glanced around the bus, "I absolutely need help. I'm on the bus heading towards Josephine's house because the driver failed to show and after many attempts to call I decided rough it. But I'm not quite sure if I'm heading in the right direction." Kristoff shook his head, Martine was never headed in the right direction. "If you're on the bus then you aren't stranded Martine." Martine pulled the phone away from her ear. "Did you hear me Kristoff? I'm practically in the middle of nowhere. Browns Bank should be coming up in about ten minutes. I could get off there and wait for you to get me." Kristoff sighed heavily, this was the last thing he needed. He knew he shouldn't have returned her call. "If you know Browns Bank is coming up on your route then once again, you're not stranded. You know exactly where you are. You're obviously on the M33 so stay there and exit at the last stop then walk about 3 miles until you reach Josephine's," Kristoff laughed. Martine's brown complexion reddened with anger. "You are such a bastard Kris. How can you desert me like this? This is just like you." Kristoff cut her off before she could continue her diatribe. "Look Martine, just stay on the bus until the last stop and you will be picked up. I refuse to argue with you. The car will be there before the bus, now I'll talk to you later. Goodbye." Kristoff hung up the phone as he squeezed his eyes shut. He called his driver and sent him to Briar Hills for Martine as he headed home to relax. Glancing at his reflection in the rearview mirror he couldn't believe what he saw. At just fifty years old he developed dark circles underneath his dark brown eyes. It was bad enough his low cut started to go gray a few years ago, now he developed circles around his eyes. He could already feel a headache forming. He decided tomorrow he was going to work from home. As he waited at the light heading toward his penthouse his cell phone rang. He glanced at the caller id on the display. A smile graced his well shaped lips as he answered. "Hello sweetheart." His deep voice was a mere caress. "You've been on my mind all day." Looking for Love Ch. 02 Nicole finished checking her flawless makeup and black signature shoulder length bob in the mirror. Satisfied with what she saw, she left the restroom and headed for the table then came to a stop as she didn't see Anastasia. I'm going to have to put a GPS device on her, Nicole thought. She took a seat at the table and looked around for the waiter to order another drink. As she finally got his attention she caught a glimpse of Anastasia talking to a handsome gentleman in the corner. Nicole ordered her drink and sat back to wait. Finally Anastasia strut across the floor towards her. "You don't waste any time do you?" Nicole asked. Anastasia smirked in response and settled into her seat. "What can I say? I know how to catch what hasn't even been thrown yet" she laughed. Nicole shook her head and sipped her drink. When she was around Anastasia she definitely needed a drink. "Now before we continue onto my favorite subject, which is me, I want to hear all about you. As you said it's been too long since we've truly spoken. How are you and that delicious boyfriend of yours, you cradle robber?" Nicole laughed aloud, "I am not a cradle robber Anastasia. Ray is only two years younger than me." Anastasia shrugged her shoulders. "Well when you were starting preschool he was a baby so I'm just saying..." Nicole shook her head. "We're good." Anastasia was shocked. "That's it? I thought the man hung the moon and the stars. And now you're just good?" she questioned, "you mean to tell me the honeymoon is over?" "You always exaggerate Anastasia. We are, were having some issues but we got past them. Things are better than ever," she lied. Anastasia shook her head, "You always were good at hiding your head in the sand ostrich," she sighed. She watched Nicole cringe at the childhood nickname. "You thought this man walked on water a year ago. You were ready to marry him and play mom to his child. What changed?" "Nothing changed." "Oh cut the bullshit. Just a year ago he could do no wrong. You were so wrapped around that man's finger his shit smelled like roses," Anastasia huffed. Nicole thought about what she said. Anastasia had a point. She did put Ray on a pedestal. He was perfect or at least she thought he was. What she found sweet in the beginning became bothersome, for example, his close relationship with his ex. "Okay, so maybe I had my head in the clouds but things are different now." "And again I ask, what changed?" Nicole hesitated, "Tracie." "I knew it," said Anastasia. She knew from the beginning of Nicole and Ray's relationship that Tracie would be a big problem. After all when has an ex-wife ever been a good thing? "What did the bitch do?" Anastasia said. "What hasn't she done? She calls constantly, always about Kennedy. Kennedy did this, Kennedy did that. Isn't she so talented? I think she takes after your father Ray," Nicole mimicked. "And Ray just eats it up. Then I look like the evil stepmother if I want to talk about something other than Kennedy. Don't get me wrong Anastasia, I adore that little girl but she's not mine. I deserve to talk about things that don't involve children." "What has Ray said?" "He looks at me like I've grown another head. He doesn't understand because of course he eats it all up. For instance, Tracie went away on business for a week so Ray had Kennedy but the minute Tracie returns and picks up Kennedy it wasn't even two hours before she was calling to talk about the cutest thing Kennedy said in the car on the way home. The child is six. Is what she said really so interesting that Ray had to stay on the phone almost an hour?" Nicole huffed. "Wow. I mean I know Tracie is sneaky, but I thought Ray would have more sense than to play into her games." "Well apparently not. Anyway our issues just ballooned from there and we've been stuck in a rut for months." "Maybe you need some time apart, some space to clear your head," Anastasia suggested. "Yea, maybe I should leave for almost two years then Ray would welcome me back with open arms," she joked. "Honestly I don't know what direction we are headed in, but I at least want to know if we have any gas in the tank." Anastasia nodded her head in agreement. Nicole took a deep cleansing breath and sipped her drink. The cold drink felt good in the warm atmosphere. She didn't know if she and Ray would make it and at this point it was becoming easier to admit it to herself. For so long she put his needs above her own but no more. It was time for a change. Anastasia signaled for the check. "So now that I'm caught up on Ray. How's work? I read about your promotion to fashion editor at Mix magazine." Nicole smiled as Anastasia paid for their drinks. "Work is great...It would be even better if Tracie wasn't my boss." "What!!!" Asia screamed. "You cannot be serious. Not only do you have to deal with her in your personal life but now she's involved in your career." Nicole couldn't believe it either. She was even considering leaving Mix magazine but it would be career suicide if she did that. Besides it's not like she and Ray were ...she shook her head of her thoughts. Nicole and Anastasia grabbed their bags after settling their bill and began walking toward the exit. "Well I don't know about you but I've enjoyed our talk. Now I'm going home to rest and relax. It's been a long day," Anastasia said while yawning. "Sure Anastasia and I suppose you and the gentleman you were talking to earlier who just so happens to be heading towards his own car are going in different directions?" Nicole questioned. Anastasia smiled at her friend. "I think you were a lawyer in a past life. Don't worry Mom, I'm heading straight home I swear," she said cheekily. Nicole sighed, "And I think you're avoiding the question but that's ok. We will talk later." Anastasia laughed as she opened the door of her red BMW. "Oh we will definitely talk Nicole. For example, we will discuss that you have a glow that rivals my vacation when you've been stuck here working. And since you and Ray have been having some issues, I'm willing to bet he isn't the one putting that glow on you or should I say in you. So you are right, we will definitely talk later," she said as she slid in and closed the door. Nicole watched as Asia wheeled out of the spot and headed toward the exit with her male companion following close behind. She shook her head and hopped in her black SUV. She should have known Asia would pick up on the smallest change. Nicole pulled out of the parking lot and headed home. She and Ray were barely speaking. She knew it was only a matter of time before they broke up and while she would be heartbroken she knew they couldn't go on as they were. Nicole sat at a red light and knew she couldn't be alone tonight. She made a u-turn not knowing if she was making the right decision or even if he would be home but she needed someone tonight and he was the only man lately to bring a smile to her face. Kristoff pulled into underground parking at his penthouse and sat in the car for almost ten minutes wondering how he got here in his life. When he married Martine nobody could tell him they would be divorced and barely civil. He thought he would be preparing to walk Asia down the aisle to her husband, glad that another man was making her happy. But he and his daughter weren't speaking and she was nowhere near marriage. But they would get past this like they've gotten through other difficult times. He exited the car and headed toward the elevator catching it as two older women were exiting. The elevator ascended to his private floor on the thirtieth level. He stepped out and walked into his living room turning on lights as he went. Kristoff headed toward the bathroom for a hot shower to wash the lingering effects of the day from his thoughts, staying in the shower thirty minutes too long, but it felt good. He looked at his light brown body in the full length mirror appreciating what he saw. He was fifty years old and looked damn good due to constant visits to the gym and a healthy diet. He was still as muscular as when he was in his thirties and he knew women appreciated his good looks. He considered calling his friend for a visit but changed his mind. It was getting late and he wanted to wake up early. He walked naked to the bed and slid between the sheets his eyes half closed. Something was buzzing in his ear but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. He opened his eyes squinting in the dark. The clock showed it wasn't yet 2am. He rubbed the sleep from his eye and snatched up the phone. "What?" he growled into the receiver. "Mr. Blac, you have a visitor and she said it was important," the doorman responded. Kristoff sat up wearily. He knew this was Martine. He didn't have the energy to fight with her at this late hour but he knew she would cause a riot if she didn't get her way. Josephine must not have let her onto the grounds. "Send her up Alex. Thanks," he said before hanging up the phone. Kristoff slid from between his black silk sheets and threw on a pair of silk boxers. He padded tiredly to the elevator doors and pressed the code for the doors to open once the elevator arrived. He walked into the study and poured himself a glass of bourbon. He heard the elevator doors open and pictured her stepping out as if she owned the place. "I'm in the study," he called. He could hear her heels walking across the dark hardwood floors and come to a stop at the entrance to the study. "You can stay in the guestroom tonight Martine but that's it. You'll have to convince Josephine to let you stay there or find another place to set up lodgings but it won't be here," he said with his back turned. He heard muffled laughter and turned around ready to tell her off when he stopped, shocked by who he saw. "What...what are you doing here?" he growled out. She stepped into the room in black stilettos and a black trench coat. "I thought you sounded lonely on the phone earlier. I figured you could use some company." She unbelted the coat and let it slide from her nude brown body to the floor. He went still with lust, his heart stopping in his throat. She was perfection, but also forbidden. She walked to him and took the glass from his hand. He watched her sit it on his desk before taking his hand in hers. "I missed you. I missed us," she moaned in his ear. He went still as her flat stomach came flush against his erection. He looked into her eyes and saw the exact same thing he was feeling; lust. "Damn Nicole I missed you too," he groaned as he bent towards her lips. Nicole gasped as Kristoff grabbed her waist in his hands. His hands were slightly calloused, a man who wasn't afraid to work with his hands and God did they feel good. His tongue lightly caressed her lower lip as he picked her up and sat her on the desk. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close. "God Nicole," he groaned into the crook of her neck, "a part of me wants to stop but the other part..."he stopped on a groan as she pushed his boxers over his ass. "Stop talking. If I wanted to talk I would have phoned a friend." Kristoff laughed as he kissed her into silence. She took his ass into her hands as he rubbed against the most sensitive part of her. Nicole leaned back on her hands as he kissed down her neck towards her collar bone. Kristoff teased her nipples with calloused fingers and she moaned in satisfaction. He grinned as she trembled, loving her reaction to his touch. Just whispering in her ear made her moan. The way her light brown skin glistened in the light turned him on, but almost everything she did excited him. He licked his way to her left breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Nicole could feel her wetness on her thighs. Damn, he was good. He palmed her right breast as he continued suckling the other, soft hands embracing his face as he pleasured her. Nicole whimpered as Kristoff pulled back to look at her. "Please don't stop Kris," she pleaded. He grinned at her as he reached behind and pushed his papers and files off the desk. "Oooh we are so about to get our freak on aren't we?" Nicole asked laughing. Kristoff chuckled as he pushed Nicole onto her back watching her full breast jiggle with the movement. He pushed his boxers fully off as he watched her caress her wetness. He loved when she touched herself. She was so secure in her body and he delighted in watching her start without him. Nicole bit her lip, her fingers gliding over her clit. The orgasm was just within her reach. The fingers of her other hand caressed her nipples. The double assault of pleasure was pushing her closer to the edge. Kristoff snagged a chair and sank into it as he watched Nicole perform her one woman show. He was up close and personal and he wouldn't have it any other way. Nicole was turned on knowing Kristoff was enjoying the show. Her fingers sank into her heat, hips undulating under the pleasure. "Do you like this Kris?" moaned Nicole. Kristoff licked his lips, "You know I do. Damn, you look good baby, all wet and juicy." Kristoff watched as her eyes closed. He pulled his chair closer and gripped her thighs. Her wetness dripped onto his desk. His erection was heavy with want for her. His hands stroked her inner thighs as he leaned closer to her sex. Kristoff dragged his thumb down her clit, his erection jumping as she moaned. He leaned forward and stroked her pussy with his tongue. Nicole jumped as his tongue dragged through her wetness. He pulled her to the edge of the desk and sank his tongue into her while massaging her inner thighs. She caressed his short hair and gripped his face between her legs. He sucked her clit between his lips, nibbling lightly. Pushing her legs back, his tongue stroked in and out of her pussy, simulating sex. Kristoff held his tongue deep inside her moving it slowly back and forth. She screamed his name. Enough was enough, she was ready to get down and dirty. Nicole pushed his head away from her, "please stop," she begged. Kristoff, breathing heavily, smiled at her. "I don't think so," he said licking her essence from his lips. He placed his thumbs on her pussy and held her open as he took liberty with her body. He then took his index finger and sank it deep inside watching her through heavy lidded eyes. Nicole tried to escape the sensations, the pleasure was too intense. She cried out as Kristoff added another finger to his foreplay. He stroked in and out slowly then stood up and leaned over her body. Nicole shivered under his stare. She whimpered as he pulled his fingers from her core. "Stand up," he ordered. Nicole sat up trembling. He smiled seeing how shaky she was. Kristoff eased her off the desk and turned her so she was facing the window beyond the desk. Lips and tongue slid down her neck and spine. He placed her hands on the desk and pushed her forward. He eased her left leg onto the desk. Now that was his favorite position to see her in. Leaning back to have a good look at her, he gazed at her sex licking his lips. "Hurry," she moaned pushing back against him. Nicole looked over her shoulder at Kristoff as he braced his left hand on her hip. His stroked his cock with his right hand and ran his thumb over the wet tip. He loved making Nicole wait. He tapped her pussy with his cock repeatedly, loving the feel of her wetness. Nicole moaned in pleasure. "Kristoff," she responded hoarsely, "please put it in." Kristoff rubbed against her opening; then teased her by pushing just the head in before quickly pulling away. "Kristoff," she screamed, "stop teasing me." He chuckled deeply before teasing her again. Kristoff then pushed two inches into her and held her hips tightly to keep her from moving back. He wanted her to just feel his thickness inside her. Nicole's fingers clawed the desk, her stomach clenching in excitement. Kristoff took a step forward adding another inch. Damn, she felt amazing. Her head bowed down, back arching under the pleasure. He wouldn't trade this for anything. He felt his orgasm creeping closer and closer. Before he lost it completely he eased in until she was full of hard and hot eight inches. He stopped in order to control himself feeling a tingling in his spine. He felt Nicole clenching him with her inner muscles. The tendons in his neck stood out as flexed inside her. Nicole gasped as she felt him flex in her. Kristoff slid out until just the head was inside. He sank back in slowly, repeating the back and forth motion. He wanted to go slow but the tightening of his sac was making it hard, literally. Bracing his legs on the floor, he set to work at a pace that rocked them both to the core. His hard thrust caused Nicole to brace her arms on the desk. She met him stroke for stroke loving the feel of his cock in her. The feeling was so intense. He palmed, then slapped her ass, making it jiggle. Pure lust was driving them to completion. She licked her fingers and took them on a journey to her pussy, lightly caressing her clit. Kristoff slapped her ass again. "Are you touching yourself?" he asked. Nicole whimpered, "Maybe." "Did I give you permission to touch yourself?" "No," she moaned. Kristoff stopped mid thrust. "Move them." Nicole thought about disobeying but knew if she did he would make her wait all night to reach satisfaction. She gazed at him, her light brown eyes sparkling, as she removed the fingers from her pussy. His gaze was predatory as she slipped those same fingers between her lips and sucked them. Their craving for each other reached new heights. Their bodies began to move in a rhythm neither could stop. His thrust went deeper and harder. Never had it felt so good between them, so right. Kristoff was on the brink of explosion, he moved faster, teasing her clit with his fingers, bringing her to the edge. Nicole screamed as she felt the orgasm slam into her. Her muscles massaged his cock deep inside. Her head hung low, sweat glistening on her skin, making her look like liquid gold. Her hazel eyes had a direct view to his tight balls resting against her. She hadn't realized he had stopped moving, holding deep inside of her. "Are you finished babe?" he asked. "Almost," she whispered feeling tremors throughout her body. Kristoff tightened his hands around his hips and pulled all the way out before slamming deep inside over and over again. Now that Nicole had gotten hers it was definitely about time he went after his. His thrust shook her to the core. He felt his legs shake, and his cock hardened even more, if that was possible. Nicole cried out feeling another orgasm approach. Kristoff exploded. His movements became jerky. He could feel his semen shoot into Nicole as she cried out with another orgasm. Sweat dripped into his eye. He kept moving, trying to give her his all. Nicole collapsed onto the desk, no longer able to hold her weight up with unstable arms. She felt Kristoff step back still holding her and collapse into the chair while he was deep inside, her body milking him. She felt his fingers tangle in her hair to pull her head onto his shoulder. She turned her face to his jaw, her breathe coming in pants against his neck. Tilting her head up towards his, Nicole licked his lips before he opened his mouth to caress his tongue with hers. He slowly pulled back and looked into her eyes. "I missed you too," he whispered. Looking for Love Ch. 03 Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing the bed and the bodies in it with a golden glow. Silk sheets wrapped intertwined bodies as though they were cocooned. Nicole opened her eyes then groaned when hit with too much light. She tried to turn away from it but was trapped by silk sheets and an arm around her waist. "Kristoff," she groaned trying to wake him up. Sometimes it took a marching band to wake him up when he was tired. He didn't budge an inch; her back pressed against his front, she could feel his cock harden and his breath hitch. Now she definitely knew he was awake. Oh, well, if that's the way he wanted to play it, Nicole thought. She raised her arm, the sheet dropping to her waist exposing her breast. She rubbed against his erection enjoying the feel of him against her. His hand began to inch up to caress her breast, feeling her nipple harden he rolled the bud between his fingers, lightly pinching and pulling. "I knew you weren't sleeping," Nicole whispered. He smiled against her neck as his fingers made a downward slope toward her sex. A gasp escaped her lips as her clitoris was used for his personal pleasure. The sheets were pushed down their body as Kristoff maneuvered her onto her back. Eyes hooded, he watched her bite her lips as he stroked her towards an explosion. He moved down her body, his middle finger stroking deep inside. Lips placed moist kisses along her lower abdomen, before he shifted lower. Nicole gasped as she felt his tongue lick her, then blow lightly on her clit, his middle finger slowly driving her insane. "Are you going to come for me?" he asked. Nicole whimpered and nodded her head yes. Kristoff withdrew his finger and latched on with his mouth like a starving man, his tongue stroking deep within her. Her sweetness dripped onto his tongue sparking his taste buds. She was so damn soft. Nicole tried to pull away from the intense pleasure, but he held her hips in place refusing to give her an out. He nipped her flesh with his teeth before he soothed it with his tongue. Kristoff pulled away to gaze at her pink wet flesh. His placed his thumb at her opening, teasing her. His lips lapped the wetness of her inner thigh. She begged and pleaded until finally he replaced his thumb with his mouth again. This time there was no teasing. He had a goal and it was his jobs to finish it. His tongue stroked deep, fast and furious while his finger slid in beside it. It drove her crazy because he didn't slide his finger in and out of her; no he placed it deep and wiggled the tip back and forth as though coaxing her orgasm to come forward. Her hands grabbed the sheets to keep from vaulting off the bed. He stayed with her as he manipulated her g-spot. Her scream echoed off the walls as her body tensed in orgasm. He loved watching her come, lips parted in pleasure as he satisfied her. Nicole rode the wave; her body tingling in the aftermath. She stroked his hair; his tongue continuing to caress her. Struggling to sit up, her limbs felt weak. There was nothing like morning delight; Starbucks had nothing on this. Laughter spilled forth as she leaned against the headboard. Kristoff sat up as well, happy to have put a smile on her face. "So I take it you're pleased," he said. Nicole sighed as she closed her eyes. "I am definitely pleased." Leaning against the headboard she linked her fingers with his and stroked his arm. Time was always of the essence when they got together. They were both so busy; these stolen moments were a blessing. Kristoff pulled her into his arms. "Well I am glad. Now when we last spoke you said you were going home. What happened?" Nicole took a deep breath and let it out. "I was lonely, if you can believe that." "I thought you went out with a friend." Nicole glanced toward the window. "Yea I did. What time is it?" she stalled. Kristoff glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "6:17." "Don't you have to get ready for work?" "No," he answered. "I decided to relax today. Now we can stay in bed for hours." Nicole stared at their intertwined fingers."Maybe, or we can actually leave your apartment. I'm tired of staying in, afraid of who might see us." Kristoff scoffed unbelievably. "Nicole, do you hear yourself? I mean seriously, do you think about what you're going to say before it actually comes out of your mouth." Wincing at his harsh tone and words, she pulled her hand from his. "I just meant I'm tired of being cooped up inside." Kristoff swung his legs over the side of the bed to the floor. She watched him stroll to his dresser and retrieve a pair of boxers then stroll to the walk-in closet and start pulling out clothes. "What are you doing?" Nicole asked. "I'm about to take a shower then we can waltz through town so everyone can see us. Isn't that what you want? The only reason I prefer to stay inside is because you are still in a relationship, or did you forget that?" Nicole refused to answer; she looked around for her duffle which Kristoff had retrieved after round two of sex. She couldn't walk out in her trench coat in the morning. In the dark of night it was sexy, but in the light of day, a trench coat with nothing underneath was nothing short of trashy. After spotting it in the corner of the master bedroom she grabbed it and headed for the bathroom, brushing past Kristoff and closed the door in his face. The last thing she wanted to do was argue with him; she never won when they did. Sure she had issues; she was in a complicated relationship, her boss hated her and was trying to sabotage her slowly dying relationship with Ray, and we can't forget the whole sleeping with her best friend's father. Reflection caused her to wonder how she became this woman; one who cheated, lied and faked her way to happiness. Relationships weren't built on mistrust; they were built on trust and respect. But it wasn't just her issues with Ray that was tearing Nicole apart inside; it was her confusing relationship with Anastasia's father. There was a spark between them yet he tried to fight it, putting distance and a wall in the middle. Was she right to keep Ray hanging on a string while she continued to sneak around? No. But she couldn't help it. She did not trust herself to make the right decision. Sometimes the head and heart go to war with each other, each side refusing to trust the other. Her head told her to be realistic, trust that she and Ray could build something solid, something lasting. Then her heart joined the conversation, insisting that being happy was all that mattered. Except Kristoff wasn't seeing it that way, he was living in the moment, not thinking about the future. Nicole tried to let it hurt, but her heart had other ideas. She tried to remain callous and distant as well to even the playing field; it didn't work. Stepping under the hot spray, Nicole felt a headache approach. She needed to get it together but it was easier said than done. Kristoff looked at the bathroom door, knowing he'd hurt Nicole's feelings, but facts were facts. He couldn't walk in there and make things better for her, his job wasn't to hold her hand when life got too tough. He knew she wanted more from him emotionally but he wasn't ready for that. After years of dealing with his ex-wife Martine, he felt he was unable to involve himself so deeply in another relationship; especially with someone as young as Nicole. He also couldn't forget she was involved with someone else; not that it mattered much to him. A man of his stature was used to getting what and who he wanted. Listening to the running water he took a seat on the bed. Emotions were complicating the issue; maybe it was time to end things between them. He didn't want to but he may have no choice. Having known Nicole since she was a young girl he didn't want to hurt her feelings, but he also wasn't ready to be so serious. Also if he allowed what they had to go somewhere, he had to brace for the fallout. Anastasia and his ex-wife, Martine would flip, as would Nicole's parents whom he has known for years. His associates would clap him on the back for sexing someone so young, but they'd think he was a fool if he got serious with her. Hearing the shower shut off, Kristoff braced himself for the cold shoulder Nicole would throw his way. Nicole quickly threw her clothes on and took a deep breath before opening the door. "I'll be out of your way in a minute; I just need to find my shoes." Kristoff sighed, "I never implied you had to leave Nicole. But you have to admit I'm right; you want to parade what we have in front of the world without thinking of the repercussions." "You are right Kris, I apologize for overreacting," Nicole said. "But I really should go, there's a meeting tomorrow I have to prepare for." "Are you sure? I would like it if you stayed here today. I'll even watch those sappy Lifetime movies with you." Nicole smiled sadly, "I would really like that too, but I've been falling behind on work lately so I need to catch up." Kristoff nodded knowingly, watching Nicole walk into the living area and retrieve her shoes. He wanted her to stay but he couldn't make her. Following Nicole into the living room, Kristoff picked up the duffel bag and handed it to her as she stepped in front of him. "I'll call you tomorrow; see if you want to head to dinner." "Okay." Kristoff entered the code for the elevator. Smiling at Kristoff, Nicole leaned up and kissed him, long and deep. Pulling back they were both out of breath. Nicole placed one last kiss on his lips then walked into the elevator. She looked into his eyes as the doors closed between them. Leaning her head against the doors, Nicole felt like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. Once the elevator hit the main floor, Nicole rushed to guest parking and turned in her ticket. Arguing with Kristoff left her emotionally exhausted because she wanted something he wasn't willing to give. Even when she ended things with Ray, Kristoff would make up another excuse to remain at arm's length. Nicole was realistic enough to see she put herself in this position. What man would commit to a woman who was involved with another? She was foolish to fall in love with Kristoff. Anastasia, Martine, her parents and let's not forget Ray would certainly object to this relationship; hell Kristoff was objecting to it. The sane thing to do would be to move on with Ray but the longer she stayed in this relationship, the more suffocated she became. Driving out of the garage, Nicole headed home to get some work done; she wasn't lying about that. She also thought maybe staying away from Kristoff would knock some sense into her. He wouldn't return her feelings and she needed to get used to it, which meant no more jumping into bed with him hoping to hang onto any little piece of him she could get. Nicole never thought she'd be the starry eyed little girl trying to win some man's heart. She was strong, accomplished, had a good head on her shoulders and was one of the top fashion editors in the industry. She shouldn't have to beg for any mans attention. Pulling into her driveway, Nicole pressed the garage opener, thankful to see the spot next to hers empty. Guilt overwhelmed her as she thought about Ray. He didn't deserve her deceit and she had to be honest with him. She vowed to call him after she got some work done and some time to herself. Entering the kitchen through the garage, Nicole stepped out of her shoes and tossed her bag on the chair. "I see you finally made it home." Nicole could have sworn she jumped ten feet into the air. "Oh my God, What are you doing here? You scared the shit out of me." Nicole put a hand to her heart trying to ease its pounding. Ray was sitting at the kitchen table eating a breakfast of pancakes and scrambled eggs. How could she not have smelled the food coming inside? Ray remained at the table, watching Nicole. "What are you doing here? I thought you would be at your place." Ray stared at her in silence for almost a minute, his blue eyes tight with anger, before answering. "I took Kennedy to school this morning, and then decided to swing by here to see my baby; only you weren't here." He continued to stare at her as he chewed. "Why are you looking at me like I did something wrong," Nicole asked. "Why do you look guilty?" Ray countered. "I've been calling your cell phone all night and it's been going straight to voicemail. Do you want to explain that?" Nicole got a mug and poured herself a cup of coffee, stalling. "I'm an adult. I don't need to explain myself to you or anyone else." Ray stood, plate in hand, "You do when your boyfriend couldn't reach you and you're sneaking in with a duffle bag on your shoulder." Ray walked to the sink to wash his plate. "I'm waiting Nicole. Where were you?" "I'm not Kennedy, Ray. Don't talk to me like I'm a child." Ray stared at her, "you're right Nicole. I don't have any right to question you; you're a grown woman capable of taking care of yourself." Nicole could feel the anger emanating off of him in waves. She watched as Ray walked out of the kitchen, back straight, his military training evident. She knew it was wrong and he had every right to be suspicious but Nicole wasn't ready to tell him the truth. She followed him upstairs and watched as he started removing his clothes from the closet. "What are you doing?" Nicole panicked. Ray continued packing without once looking in her direction. He'd had enough. It was tiring, being given the cold shoulder time and time again. What man would sit back and say nothing when his woman came home after the sun rose with a duffle bag on her shoulder? Ray was sick of the games, he was a grown man and he obviously needed a grown woman who was honest with him. He wouldn't continue being her lap dog anymore. He loved her but he refused to be a fool for her. Nicole stood in the doorway of her bedroom watching him pack, knowing she couldn't let him leave. She didn't want to hurt him but what did she expect, she knew she had to fix this as soon as possible. Walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his waist, Nicole leaned her head against his muscular shoulder. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her lips caressing the blonde hair at the back of his neck. Ray stopped moving and absorbed the weight of her words. "Please," Nicole pleaded. "Where were you?" he asked. Nicole closed her eyes, wishing she were anyplace except in this moment. Telling the truth at this time was not an option. She wasn't ready to let him go, not yet. "I was with Anastasia," she lied. Ray turned in her arms, held her face in his hands and stared into her eyes. "Say it again." Nicole stared unwaveringly, "I went out with Anastasia. She had a little too much to drink so I drove her home and slept in her guest room." Nicole maintained eye contact with him knowing it was important. Ray was an army man who prided himself on the truth and looking anywhere but his eyes would be telling. Tear pooled in her eyes as she lied to him again. He didn't deserve this, he was a good man. "And you just happened to have a change of clothes with you?" "I'm a fashion editor Ray. When have you ever known me not to have another outfit in my car? I'm prepared for any clothing emergency that might come up." Nicole was disgusted with herself. Lie after lie kept coming out of her mouth and she couldn't stop it. "If I searched your bag, would I find condoms or wet panties, or maybe a ripped blouse, huh? Tell me." Nicole pulled away from him. "Do you want to search my bag Ray? If that's what you want just say it. I have nothing to hide." Ray pushed her out of his way and went downstairs to retrieve the bag. If she had nothing to hide then he had every right to look. Unzipping the bag he pulled out two pairs of shoes, a cosmetic bag and a flat iron before he got to her clothes. Nicole had followed him into the kitchen where he was going through her things. It was irrational but she felt violated all the same. He pulled out her dress, turning it inside out, inspecting it before he did the same with the rest of her clothes. "There's no underwear in here," he stated harshly. "I'm wearing it Ray. God, are you serious?!" "Hell yes I'm serious Nicole. Did you think this was a joke? You mean to tell me you have on the same underwear from last night, but clean clothes?" "I washed it for crying out loud. It's a thong; it dries in like two seconds. Do you want to call Anastasia or better yet would you like to give me an exam next?" Nicole held her breath, terrified. She knew Kristoff had her clothes cleaned while she slept, like he always did. But she honestly didn't know what Ray would do next. Ray took a deep breath, putting his head down. His shoulders shook with frustration. "I'm sorry," he said tightly. "I shouldn't have taken it this far, but can you blame me?" He tossed her things into the bag and collapsed into the kitchen chair. Nicole sat across from him with tears in her eyes. She was sorry too, sorrier than he would ever know. She knew she should have come home last night but she fucked up and now had to claw her way out of it. "No," she said softly, "I don't blame you." They stared at each other for a long time. "Where do we go from here?" she asked. He put his head in his hands. "I don't know Nicole. I don't want to be the kind of boyfriend that's paranoid, checking your clothes and calling you nonstop. But we have to be real with each other. I had the right to be worried about you and it didn't help matters that you skirted around the issue when I asked you questions. Now I'm going to come straight out and ask you. Are you cheating on me?" "No." Ray let out the breath he was holding. "Okay." He stood up and pulled Nicole into her arms. She wrapped her arms around him tight, hating herself for the pain she would inevitably cause him. "I love you," she whispered into his chest. "I love you too," he said, swallowing hard. Nicole pulled away, rushing from the room with tears in her eyes. "I'm going to finish putting your stuff away because I don't want you to leave, okay?" Ray watched as Nicole walked towards the living room. Feeling his phone vibrate he pulled it out of his pocket. "Hello," he answered. "Have you spoken to her?" "Yea," Ray said tiredly. "Well what did she say?" Ray looked in the direction Nicole went then at the duffel bag. "She said she was with Anastasia. Look, I have to go, I'll talk to you later." Ray hung up the phone. He was a fool, maybe the biggest fool ever, because his girlfriend just lied to his face and he let her.