The image of Daria reaching her orgasm did it for him as well, and with a guttural growl, Nik’s hips jerked as he shoved his cock into her pussy as fast and as hard as he could. A couple of thrusts was all it took before he, too, was spending himself, throwing his head back as he filled her pussy with his cum.
When the last shudder faded, he opened his eyes and saw Daria watching him. Pulling away, he tore a sheet of paper towel from the counter and wiped himself clean. After, he did the same for Daria, ignoring her protests about doing it on her own. When she was clean, he helped her dress and the moment she was back on her feet, Nik leaned down to kiss her, his tongue driving in for the sweet, drugging taste of her mouth.
Nik lifted his head.
“You kiss super good,” Daria mumbled.
“And you’re no doubt flattering me for a reason.” He squeezed her bottom. “So what is it?” Because now that his cock was no longer in control of his brain, Nik knew that Daria’s sexual ambush had to have a reason.
“I don’t know what you mean...” She pouted.
The pout still did it for him, and scooping her up in his arms, he stole a kiss from her mouth before bringing her to the couch.
When he was seated, she curled readily in his arms, her head on his chest.
“Well?”
She started playing with the buttons of his shirt. “I know we’re supposed to go out tonight, but...”
Nik frowned. “But?”
“Is it okay if we stay here instead? An emergency at work – a former client – came up and...”
He nodded. “You don’t have to explain. I get it.” He cupped her chin. “That’s really it?”
Daria blinked at him innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Precocious little vixen,” he said in Greek.
She jumped off his lap. “Even if you don’t admit it, I know you’re saying something bad about me.” She glared down at Nik. “Right?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He mimicked her tone perfectly. In front of him, Daria glared harder, but they both knew it was a losing battle she was fighting. And it was.
She burst into giggles. “I hate that you’re getting too good at that.”
It was his favorite sound, her giggles, but Nik knew he would never admit it to anyone. Nodding when Daria excused herself to go to the bathroom, he took his phone out immediately, which had been vibrating in his pocket the moment he had arrived at Daria’s apartment.
When he saw it was Miranda’s friend Danny calling, he answered right away.
“Thank God you finally answered.” Danny was babbling. “Miranda told me not to bother you because it’s a Friday, whatever that means, but...” Danny’s voice became hoarse. “She tried to take her life, Nik. You have to come here. She’s in bad shape.”
****
AFTER GIVING HER EYELASHESone last brush of mascara, Daria leaned back and studied her face in the mirror.
Dramatic makeup? Check. Windproof hairstyle? Done. Hot little black dress? Owning it.
Satisfied, she left the shower and headed towards the bedroom door, intending to surprise Nik. Earlier, she had begged off going out, lying about having so much work. But actually, she had baked a cake for him, and it was to celebrate their second month together.
But when she opened the door, she was the one surprised instead, catching Nik on his way out.
“Nik?”
Nik stiffened at the way Daria’s voice shook. Forcing himself to turn around, he met Daria’s bright gaze and said curtly, “I’m leaving.”
“But Fridays are mine—-”
He cut her off. “I received a call from Miranda’s staff. She’s in the hospital and under suicide watch.”