Slipping off my coat, I draped it across the back of a chair and set my purse with it. Walking around the desk, my hips swayed with each step, and I knew what I wanted to do. I slid onto the desk, pushing his arms off it as I did. At first, Nicco looked shocked at the move, but as I centered myself in front of him and used my legs to pull his chair forward, he started to catch on. Scooting forward, he bracketed my legs with his arms as he trapped me in his embrace.
"Hmm. I like this position. Now, what are you going to do, Luscious Loren?"
"Well, first I wanted to talk about the other night, and then I thought we could have a little fun."
He moved back, allowing him to see my face, a serious look crossing his.
"Of course, beautiful. What do you want to talk about?"
"I… I didn't like how things ended the other night. I know we've just started dating and have already discovered my ineptness at it." I smiled, hoping to lighten the tense atmosphere. "But, I forgot an important thing to tell you. With my job, it comes with a level of confidentiality, and there will be things I'm not able to tell you."
He nodded, watching me closely. Biting my lip, I prepared myself to say the hard part. "It seemed like you punished me for it, though, and I didn't like how you withdrew both physically and emotionally."
He sat quietly for a second, and I hoped he was considering my words and not figuring out the best way to tell me to leave.
"Wow, I guess I need to get used to mature conversations if I'm going to date a therapist, huh?"
Cocking my head, I didn't understand what he was saying. "I don't understand."
"Well, maybe it's your job, or maybe your maturity, or fuck, both, but I'm used to the words, ‘we need to talk' to be accompanied by screaming, crying, name-calling, and me inherently feeling like an ass. So, to hear you address the situation calmly, lay out your feelings, and then allow me to respond, it's kind of blowing my mind, beautiful."
He stood leaning over me when he finished making us the same height on the desk. Leaning into me, he kissed me slowly, full of heat. His tongue licked at the seam of my lips, before swirling with my tongue. As things started to heat up, he pulled back, his eyes intense as he stared down at me, our breathing heavy. My lips felt swollen, and I wanted more, but I was glad he'd stopped before I lost my head. I needed to hear his answer first.
The physical aspect came easy between us, and in his hands, I felt safe to explore, and I wanted it in other areas. Vulnerability was scary, and I wanted to run and hide from it. The reward felt worth it, pushing me to share with Nicco and be known. Placing my hands on his chest, I waited for him to respond before I could give in to the pull.
"You're right, beautiful, and I'm sorry for withdrawing from you. It wasn't fair. I got in my head and was a little jealous. I'm sorry." He kissed me softly, sealing his words, and then pulled back, a question on his face. "I'm just confused about what you mean about your job."
"Oh, yes, sorry. My husband, I mean, my ex-husband, knew the drill. He'd been with me all through grad school and knew there might be times when I couldn't tell him how I knew something or how I knew someone." I paused, assessing him. "It's not me keeping things from you like in a normal capacity. It's different because of my job and what that entails. I meet a lot of different people and know a lot of personal details. I try to keep it all separate, but sometimes, life overlaps. Confidentiality is important to me, and I need you to understand that. My job and now the mentoring might create situations where I can't tell you things."
"Beautiful, you don't have to explain it to me. I get it. My family," he paused, "well, it's kind of the same way. We have secrets, and there are things I have to keep to myself. I don't want to lie to you either, but there might be times I have to. I messed up the other night, and I reacted poorly. I let my feelings get in the way of what I knew to be the truth. I promise to talk to you next time and not shut down."
Processing his words, I tried to understand what he was saying and if it was something I could deal with. "Will you ever lie about things that concern me?"
"No. Anything that concerns you and me is yours to know. I won't hide anything that will affect that. I promise."
Nodding, I sealed it with a kiss. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Yeah."
"So that's what a mature adult conversation sounds like, huh? I like it," he teased.
"If you keep saying mature like it means old person, I'm going to show you how I kicked Wells in the balls."
"Ouch, okay, okay," he chuckled. "Healthy. How does that sound?"
"Much better. Okay, young stud," I winked. "Now that you have me on your desk. What are you going to do with me?"
"Oh, beautiful, I have… so… many… plans."
Between each word, he punctuated it with a kiss and started to trail them down my neck. The v-neck of my shirt offered him an excellent opening to pepper kisses on my chest. Running my fingers up his neck, I threaded my fingers into his thick dark hair as he began to lick and suck my sensitive skin. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him more into me and felt his hard erection hit me right where I needed it.
Moans escaped me as I rocked against him, my head thrown back as I reveled in the sensations coursing through me. Nicco's hands grabbed onto my hips and scooted me further, our bodies melding together.
"You smell so good, beautiful."
Nicco's hot breath fanned over my skin and my flesh pebbled at the sensation. His hands moved over me, exploring all I had to offer him. Inching up my shirt, his thumbs traced patterns along the bare skin he uncovered. I was a writhing mess as I held his head to me and rocked against him. With my other arm, I pulled his shirt up, feeling his hot skin beneath it. Our moans echoed around the room, and I didn't even care if all of his employees could hear.