The Return of the Tycoon (3 page)

“Don’t worry,” he remarked drily. “It’s not sleep I have in mind.”

***

To her credit, Julie managed to exit Geraldi’s without stumbling. Nicholas walked next to her, his hand hovering nearby, ready to support her at the first sign of swaying. But Julie seemed determined to prove her sobriety and independence, and she pulled it off too. Outside, Nicholas eyed his bike. Could Julie really stay on the back? Taking her by the chin, he tilted her face to meet his. Her dilated pupils made him skeptical.

“Maybe I should have a car sent around,” he suggested. They’d shared three pitchers of beer, and all but two slices of a large pepperoni pizza. True to her word, Julie kept up with him. Yet, here she stood, zipping his jacket and rolling the sleeves, swaying only the tiniest bit in the cold night air.

“Nope,” she insisted. “I’m fine.” He shook his head, marveling at her stamina for someone so small. They heard thunder, and Julie felt a drop of rain on her skin.

“Nick,” she whispered, turning to him. “Listen. It’s the thunderstorm. Just as back then. You remember?” She came close to him, her eyes looking straight into his.

“I do,” he answered.

Nick slid his helmet over her head and buckled the clasp, his fingers brushing the velvety skin of her throat. He paused, an old familiar ache building inside him. She leaned into him, his heart thudding loudly.

“Kiss me, Nick,” she whispered. Had he really heard her right? Nick looked in Julie’s face, and she smiled back, her lips parted. Maybe it was just the alcohol talking. Had this been another woman, he would have gladly taken what he wanted, sober or not. But when it came to Julie, Nicholas wanted to know she truly wanted him. Tempted, he brushed his thumb against her flushed cheek, warming his hand.

“Are you not angry with me anymore?” he asked. The moment the words left his mouth, Nicholas mentally kicked himself. Her eyelids shot open, sparking a green flame as her body stiffened, the old hostility returning with a vengeance. She opened her mouth to speak, but this time, Nicholas didn’t hesitate. Gripping her firmly by the shoulders, he brought his mouth down hard, crushing her lips against his. Nick expected her to fight back, to bite him even, but Julie just melted into it. He groaned when her tongue met his, exploring him with equal passion, her taste bringing back so many memories of rainy nights just like this so long ago.

Nicholas’ hands slid under Julia’s T-shirt and along her smooth skin, pulling her body closer. Julie was in a daze, lost, transfixed. She moaned, rubbing her slight frame against him. Nick’s mind went wild with the thought of her naked skin against his. It was all he could do to keep from taking her right there on the sidewalk. He tore his mouth from Julie’s mouth, running a hot trail of kisses to her ear.

“
Jules
,” he heard himself groan. Her hands slid over Nick’s chest, rubbing his nipples through the T-shirt.

After all of this time, after all of the nights he had spent wondering how he had let this precious little thing get away from him, she
had fallen back into his life.
And s
he wanted him, wanted him now.
With his cock beginning to strain inside his clothing, he squeezed her tiny hand in his, and he leaned back against her, silently thanking any god that was listening.

They stumbled
to a darkened side street, one that ran past the back of a number of buildings, and that was contained behind a ser
ies of high chain link fences.
Hand in hand, they turned and followed the dark alley until they were safely out of sight of the main street.

When they had walked to a point that Nicholas judged was sufficiently dark and quiet, he stopped, his heart pounding, and he tugged Julia’s hand gently and guided her back again
st the fence.
With an
unsteady step, Julia complied.
Through the darkness, he could clearly make out the look of pleading desire in her eyes that he remembered well from so long ago.

He would have her again.
Right here and now.

Kissing her, he pressed her hands back against the fence, and she
wrapped her fingers around it.
The gesture was so madly submissive, and it made her firm little breasts press urgently ag
ainst the fabric of her shirt.
He snaked a hand up underneath it, across t
he smooth warmth of her belly.
He pushed the shirt up towards her neck, his hand finally cupping her now exposed breast.

Oh God, it had been so long since he had felt that beautiful t
hing in the grasp of his hand.
She moaned as he roughly caressed
it.
That was it; she liked
it a little rough, didn’t she?
He pinched her nipple hard before bringing his hands down, under her rumpled shirt, to her waist.

She moaned softly.
So, she still liked it that way, he thought to himself.

Emboldened, he grasped the waistband of her little pajama bottoms and pulled them down hard, t
aking them down to the ground.
Her hands still entwined in the fence, she stood, then, bared to the night.

He was intoxicated by the familiar sweet smell of her, and the sight of her, and the feel of her bare flesh against his.

Staring up at her bare sex, Nick was once again
captivated by her raw beauty.
With her hands wrapped around the fence behind her, and her legs spread apart, she was a sight from his dreams. 

Her little legs shivered in the dark alley, and he knew what she
liked, and he gave it to her. He leaned in and teased her clit with his tongue, smiling
, from down there, as her body writhed uncontrollably, just as it used to for him, when he gave that special pleasure to her.

She rocked against him, leaving his face wet with her proof of arousal. 

“Oh,
Jules
,” he moaned, with his mouth against her, using his pet name for her. “Come for me,
Jules
.”

And she did.

He loved the old familiar way that her body quivered when her orgasm took her, and th
e sounds of pleasure she made.
Someone turned on a light in the alley as she moaned for him, and he looked up at the bared parts
of her body in the pale light.
God, she is beautiful, he thought.

As her orgasm subsided, Julia unwrapped one hand from the fence and grabbed Nicholas by the hair, drawing h
im up to her mouth for a kiss.
Still wet and pungent f
rom pleasing her, he complied.
She made no secret of tasting her juices on him; that had always driven him wild.
 
“
I love tasting myself on you,
”
Julie gasped, pulli
ng his mouth down to her lips.
Nick’s head spun. Heart pounding, he fumbled with his belt, his mouth never leaving hers for a second. Her hands met his, impatiently working the buttons on his fly.

Nick reached up, taking her little hand in his, and massaging it gently for a moment, he pushed it back
up to its place on the fence.
She gripped it again, and held on, while he rushed to open his pants.

“Christ,” Nicholas swore when her small hand encircled his fully engorged cock, sending a new shiver of desire tearing across his flesh. Impatient, he pushed her hand aside. Nicholas wanted to be only one place anymore, and that was deep inside Julie. Grabbing her behind the knees, he lifted her to his waist.

Dropping them, his hardness came out into the night there in the alley, and he wasted no time press
ing it up against her wetness.
Ten years of desire wrapped itself into that one moment, and there was
only one place he wanted to be.
It was her little wet place, and he knew she was ready. 
The chain-link fence rattled audibly as he thrust into her with one swift movement. Julie clung to him,
her arms flung around his neck.
He pounded into her repeatedly, his body growing hotter with each second.
“Oh, yes,” she breathed as his penis touched her there.  “Please,” and he thrust himself into her.  “Oh, God yes,” she moaned, and he felt her starting to come just from his rough penetration of her.

He drove into her slender little body insistently, not caring at all about the noise they were making against the fence in the night.  As she clung to the fence, she wrapped her pale slender thighs around his waist, pulling herself against him to meet each of his thrusts.

She felt so good; how could he ever have let this go? In the last ten years, nothing had given him as much pleasure as this moment. He opened his eyes, pulling back enough to see her face. He wanted to watch her, to know she was here with him now—that he wasn’t in some suite with a nameless blonde, fantasizing about Julie. Her fiery green eyes met his; for a moment, he saw a small smile pass over her lips, and then he felt her clench around him.

As she accepted his thrusts
,
Julie’s moans
and her w
etness, were more than enough.
Nicholas emptied him
self into her
as they both cried out into the night.

Julie groaned. Her mouth felt dry as she licked her lips in a futile attempt to moisten them. Her head hurt, but even more important, she had to pee something fierce. Cautiously, she cracked her eyes just enough to see, the light shooting daggers through her brain. She tried to sit up, only to discover something heavy around her waist, pinning her to the bed. Slowly, Julie turned her head and gasped, her hand shooting up to her mouth to stifle the sound.

Next to her, naked as a jaybird, lay none other than Nick Maxwell, his lithe arm slung over her waist and his big palm cupping her equally naked breast. Suddenly, the previous night’s events flooded back. She and Nick had gotten drunk at Geraldi’s, their old favorite hangout, and then... Julie flushed at the memory... they’d had sex in an alleyway. Oh, dear God! Julie slapped her palm against her forehead, as a wave of shame cascaded over her. Had anyone seen them? They
must
have been watched. It wasn’t as though Geraldi’s was in an isolated location. It was smack dab in the heart of Little Italy.

             
The rest of the night was a blur. At some point, she remembered Nick hailing a cab to Fifth Avenue. She had giggled something about his being a class-A uptown snob. They’d made out like two freshmen in the back of the cab, and the next thing she remembered was stripping off their clothes inside his apartment and collapsing on his bed.

She glanced at her bedmate, face pressed against her naked shoulder. Judging by the breathing, Nick was sound asleep. Right here, right now, he didn’t look like the cold, calculating businessman the world knew. She couldn’t resist brushing a lock of brown hair aside as it curled toward his
eyebrows. He looked like the young man
she had once loved. She had seen him like this so many times before in her dorm room at NYU.

Julie glanced around the opulent bedroom and shook her head in disbelief. Nick might look like that ch
that
arming schoolboy now, but in reality, he was anything but. The room spoke volumes about his recent successes and conquests. She hadn’t believed that apartments of this proportion could exist in land-restricted Manhattan. The bed was bigger than Julie’s bedroom in her tiny Bronx apartment.

Looking at the New York skyline, she suddenly felt as far from Nick as she’d ever been. He might be lying next to her now, but Nick might as well be worlds away. Julia shook her head in disbelief of what she had done. She told herself that he was wrong about her, that what he wanted from her would never happen… yet it did. What a mistake. She’d been caught up remembering the good old days, but those days were gone; he was a different person from a different world, and this apartment proved it.
A person that betrayed her in the worst possible way; something she could not forgive or forget.

Carefully, she lifted his heavy arm from her waist, deciding to leave before he woke. She didn’t belong there. Not a model or an heiress, she was just Julie Miller, a nurse in the Bronx. Freed from his arm, she wiggled from under the tangled sheets.

The movement stirred Nick. “Where are you going,
Jules
?” he murmured, lifting his head, eyes half opened. Julie froze, her feet dangling over the edge of the bed.

“To the bathroom,” she improvised, suddenly fearing he wouldn’t let her leave.

“First door on the left,” he yawned, flopping back down on the pillow. Satisfied, Julie headed for the door. First, she had to find her clothing strewn about the apartment. She grimaced at the sight of her pajamas. That’s right. Nick managed to take her out last night wearing just this. It would be an epic walk of shame leaving his apartment wearing flannel bottoms, pink slippers, and a T-shirt. Fortunately, other than Nick, she didn’t know a damn person who lived in this ritzy neighborhood, so if she left quickly, it would all be OK.

Julie managed to dress down to one missing slipper. Quickly, she searched the rooms, each seemingly bigger than the last. At last, she spotted the wayward slipper on the floor in the foyer; she must have lost it the moment they’d stumbled into the apartment. Julie stooped to grab the slipper off the marble floor. She was about to put it on when a key turned in the front door. She scrambled to get out of the way, but the handle turned, and before she could react, the door cracked open.