Nick S Newest Conquest Ch 03

Part 2 Recap:

Nick helps Julia manage her guilt before taking her back to the office. She knows what happened between them can never happen again for the sake of her marriage, though she can't help but find herself daydreaming and fantasizing about Nick later that day. They discuss what happened at the office the following day and agree to keep things professional from now on. This doesn't stop them from unexpectedly making frantic love one final time in Nick's office, however. Later, Julia struggles to process her feelings for Nick but accepts that what happened between them is never going to happen again.

Nick beat Julia to the office that day and was already busy at his desk when she arrived. She had felt the same kind of butterfly sensation as yesterday as she got ready for work, but she just accepted and ignored it. She did not come to the office with the same kind of secret hopes and expectations as yesterday, because she was coming to terms with the fact that what happened yesterday and the day before would not be happening again.

Julia had just gotten settled at her desk when Nick emerged from his office. "Morning, Julia," he said cheerfully, handing her a file he obviously didn't need anymore.

"Morning," Julia replied with a friendly smile.

"I'm going to be spending the day at the Marriott today," he said.

This was not unexpected for Julia. There was a legal seminar taking place there, and he had asked her to register a couple days ago, though he had been indecisive as to whether he would end up going. They had kept the schedule clear just in case.

"So you're going to the seminar after all?" she asked.

"And I'd like you to come with me," Nick added.

This was a pleasant surprise for Julia, who didn't notice that Nick hadn't directly addressed her question. She had attended such a seminar with Nick once before, and she had a great time. They sat right next to each other in the back of the meeting hall, and they spent the entire day making small talk and providing commentary together and whispering jokes to each other, like two class clowns in the back of the class. She had a great time. She loved to be close to Nick like that, and it felt so good to be engaged with him in such a way, like there was no one else in that room but them. Even though she had accepted the reality that what happened between them was over, she didn't mind the thought of spending the day with him like that.

"Sure," she said.

"Great," Nick responded. "Why don't you gather your things, then we'll leave in about five minutes. I'll drive."

Julia did as he had directed, closed the office, and followed Nick out to his car. Then he sped off for the hotel, which was located a couple miles from their building. Although it felt awkwardly unremarked upon to Julia, he didn't say anything about what happened yesterday or the day before during the drive. Once again, she wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. On some level, she wanted what happened between them to matter to him like it mattered to her - she wanted it to mean enough to him that he at least wanted to talk about it. On the other hand, she also didn't want to find herself tempted or lulled even for a short period of time into believing things might turn out differently than they had. If it really was over between them, she knew it was better for her to just be done with it and move on as quickly as possible, like ripping off a bandage.

Nick drove his car right up to the entrance of the hotel. They exited the vehicle and he handed his keys to the valet attendant, then Julia followed Nick into the building. She was a step or two behind him, like she usually was when she followed him places, allowing him to take the lead. The seminar was taking place in a sprawling meeting hall located just inside the hotel's main entrance, so they only had to walk a few steps before they were at the registration table. But, to Julia's surprise, Nick walked right past the table without stopping.

"We're not going to register?" Julia asked.

"Not yet," Nick replied.

Julia didn't think anything of this. There were any number of reasons why he might not want to register yet. Maybe he needed to meet with an acquaintance who was waiting for him up ahead or intended to stop at the hotel's café for a better cup of coffee than what they typically served at these kinds of events. Still one or two steps behind, she followed him deeper into the hotel, passed the elevators, passed the café, passed the dining area, right up to the front desk in the central lobby. She didn't think anything of this, either, assuming he must have some business to attend to - like a bill to get squared away.

There was no line at the counter, which was manned by a pretty, young, red-haired woman with the name "Erica" engraved on her nametag. Her gaze was immediately fixated on Nick as soon as they had entered the lobby. From the bright, interested look on her face, Erica's attraction toward Nick was obvious to Julia from the start.

"Welcome to the Marriott," she said brightly as Nick approached the counter. She appeared to be four or five years younger than Julia, young enough to be in college, and her attractiveness and sex appeal couldn't be denied. She stared at Nick intently, as if Julia wasn't even there, then leaned ever so slightly forward - which just so happened to improve the view of her cleavage. "How can I help you?"

"Nick Willard," he responded in his usual charming way, smiling warmly. He clasped his hands on the counter and leaned ever so slightly forward as well.

The young woman's gaze lingered momentarily on Nick's handsome face, her smile widening, before she finally turned away to enter the information into the computer next to her. Julia felt a surprising stab of jealousy at the flirtatious undertones of the exchange, just like yesterday when Amberly had arrived, but she quickly shook it away.

You're just his secretary,

she reminded herself.

And let's not forget you're a married woman.

They stood there silently for a minute as Erica typed on the keyboard and moved and clicked the computer mouse. After a few seconds, Nick turned toward Julia, offering her a friendly grin. Julia smiled back before Nick's attention returned to Erica, who continued typing and clicking until she finally seemed to be finishing up whatever it was that she was doing.

Erica turned back toward Nick, reached across the counter, and then handed him something. "Room 118," she said, at the precise moment that Julia realized what Nick had been handed.

He had been handed key cards.

Oh, God,

Julia thought. A wave of dizziness overcame her as the stark realization of what was going on hit her with the force of a freight train. Somehow, she had naively never seen this coming.

"Head down the hall, make a right, and it'll be on your left," Erica continued.

Oh, God,

Julia thought again to herself, and the words finally took shape:

He got us a room.

"Thank you," Nick said pleasantly, then he grabbed hold of Julia's hand and began leading her in the direction Erica had indicated.

Julia felt dazed and the butterflies returned in force as Nick led her hand-in-hand away from the desk and then down the central corridor of the hotel. Her heart was racing and her legs felt weak. Nick's intentions, of course, were obvious - there was no room for doubt. On its own, her mind instantly worked out the tantalizing arithmetic. It wasn't even 9:30 in the morning. Her husband wouldn't be home until 5 o'clock at the earliest. And there was nothing else on the schedule today, no meetings or deadlines to make. Which meant they had hours. Hours and hours. Hours and hours with

Nick

. Hours and hours with Nick in a

hotel room

.

The implications were agonizingly apparent as Nick led Julia through the first floor of the hotel. She was painfully aware of what was about to happen, of where this was headed. She was painfully aware of the unimaginable pleasure and blissful magic that awaited her in that room. And she wanted it. She wanted it with every fiber of her being, every cell in her body. She never wanted anything more in her entire life. She was consumed by a yearning ache for it which originated from deep within her belly, like nothing she had ever experienced before.

But she also knew she couldn't go with him. She knew that to go with him would be to once again betray her husband, which she swore to herself she wouldn't do again. She knew she had to refuse, to tell Nick she can't, for the sake of her husband, for the sake of her marriage. She

knew

this. But, although she could have stopped and pulled her hand away at any time, she didn't. Paralyzed into indecision, she allowed Nick to continue leading her down the hallway. No words were spoken between them, and at last, they arrived at a door marked "118."

Nick finally let go of her hand. Julia stood there, trembling, as Nick methodically scanned one of his keycards, turned the knob, and pushed open the door. He held it there, obviously waiting for Julia to enter first. Then, they made eye contact. He didn't say a word, and his expression was one of stern confidence and command.

Julia stood there for a moment, speechless, until at last, she found her voice.

"I thought... you wanted to... keep things professional," she said desperately. She was practically gasping for air, as if she had just gone for a jog.

Nick stared at her with a calm, assertive look on his face. "I changed my mind."

Julia gulped. She couldn't stop herself from shaking. Never in her entire life had she ever been overcome by such a potent blend of competing emotions - nervousness, anticipation, excitement, fear, guilt, desire. She was feeling them all with debilitating intensity.

"What about... Amberly?" Julia asked. She wasn't referring only to Amberly, of course. Amberly was just a proxy for every other woman in Nick's life. She wasn't quite sure why she asked the question to begin with. It was almost like she was buying time, or trying to find a way out. She was aware that she stood at the precipice of a decision - a decision which could have a profound effect on the course of her life. It was a decision she wasn't sure she wanted to have to make. In some ways, she wanted it to be made for her.

"I don't want Amberly," Nick said. "I want you."

Julia gulped again. She continued to just stand there, the bulge of her breasts lifting and falling with each desperate breath. The conflict within her was like nothing she could ever have imagined. At that moment, there were two Julias: there was the Julia that desperately wanted to enter that room with Nick, and there was the Julia that was desperately trying to hold her back.

"We should... talk," she said meekly, her voice weak with indecision.

"We will," Nick answered. "After."

And then, Nick flicked his head in the direction of the doorway. It was a clear gesture of command, ordering her to enter. That's when her will to resist crumbled to pieces. Julia didn't have it within her to defy a command like that from Nick. With one final breath, she did as he directed and entered what turned out to be a spacious hotel suite. She took a few steps forward into the living area, her legs feeling like they were about to collapse underneath her. The anticipation was palpable.

The conflict within her had not been resolved. She knew she shouldn't be here, but her feminine subconscious was scrambling to find a way to make it okay, to justify it. It wanted one thing and one thing only: for Nick to fuck her as many times as possible, for as long as possible, to maximize the chances that she would become pregnant with his child. For that to happen, it needed to convince Julia to accept this course of events, set aside her doubts, and surrender to her desires, and it was searching for a way with cunning efficiency.

Julia heard the door close behind her and then she felt Nick's hand on her shoulder, spinning her around, and then there he was, standing before her. They stood there for a moment, gazing into each other's eyes. And then, inspired by her feminine subconscious, the words formed in Julia's mind:

The damage has already been done. What difference would one more time make?

It was at that moment that Nick pulled her into his arms and then his mouth found hers, and it was at that moment that Julia made the conscious decision to temporarily give in to her desires at last. It was true, she decided: she had sex with Nick twice already. Nothing could change that. Having sex with him for a third time wouldn't make much difference in the end, so why not enjoy it? That was when the floodgates opened, and Julia threw her arms around Nick and began kissing him back full force. She melted instantly, and they found themselves making out just as passionately as ever. It felt like the greatest relief in the world - like they were meant to be in each others' arms like this, and every moment they were deprived of it was a burden - a burden that had finally been lifted from them, at least for a while. Eventually, Nick's mouth momentarily drifted away from hers, and Julia's eyes opened and met his, and a joyful giggle suddenly escaped her. There was no holding it back. She was utterly overcome by her love and desire for Nick, and unrestrained by the kind of hesitation that had plagued her the last two days, which she had decided to set aside for now.

Then, in one swift moment, Nick bent over, grabbed Julia about the waist, and threw her over his shoulder, like she was nothing more than a sack of flour. She didn't see that coming and yelped in surprise as she was slung over him, like she weighed nothing.

"Don't drop me!" she shouted, giggling.

Wordlessly, effortlessly, Nick turned and carried Julia into the bedroom, and her joy and excitement were palpable. He threw her down on the bed above the sheets and - after frantically shedding his shoes and suit coat and tie, all of which he left on the floor around him, he climbed on top of her. And then - right there in Room 118 of the Marriot - they made love once again. This time, it wasn't sudden and unexpected and frantic, like it had been yesterday and the day before. This time, it was slow and intentional and deliberate. They took their time and savored it. They made out for a while, slowly undressing each other as they went, like they were each unwrapping a Christmas present. Julia giggled through it all, unable to contain the unbridled joy of being with Nick like this while temporarily free of the doubts and misgivings she had experienced the last two times they had sex. One by one, each of their clothes was removed by the other - Julia's high heels and silky white blouse, and Nick's dress shirt and undershirt, then Julia's light blue miniskirt and Nick's belt and suit pants.

They took a break at that point and spent a few minutes rolling around in bed and making out with each other in nothing but their underwear, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies as their eagerness and arousal continued to mount to untenable levels. Then, at last, Julia's light blue bra was removed and flung across the room, and she had pushed Nick's black briefs passed his feet, and he had slid her panties down her legs, and they were naked in bed once again, their bodies pressed against each other. And then, for the third time, Nick filled Julia's body up with his.

This time was even better than it had been the last two times, because Julia had set aside all hesitation and reluctance. There was nothing holding her back this time, and they made love slowly, Nick on top of Julia, their faces right up against each other barely an inch apart for most of it. Their eyes were often opened and locked with one another, or else they were kissing tenderly and passionately as Nick pumped away at Julia's body, her moans and whimpers muffled by his mouth. He prolonged it as much as he could, thrusting slowly, steadily, and he took his time so they were able to savor every single drive of his body into hers.

In the end, Julia once again found herself crying out uncontrollably as she was overtaken by an orgasm that once again somehow felt like the best one yet. Nick was kissing her through it all, his lips and tongue enjoying hers even as she cried out mindlessly amidst her pleasure. And when she had finally settled down, she felt him pull out of her and opened her eyes and once again watched with infinite satisfaction as Nick shot his seed all over her body.

They lay in bed for a few minutes after Nick had once again wiped his semen off her belly with a towel he had retrieved from the bathroom. They talked and laughed like they had always done, but to Julia, something seemed to have changed between them - it was as if their relationship had transcended to a new level of depth, intimacy, and openness by the experience they had just shared and their mutual acceptance of what had happened, at least for now.

After a few minutes, Julia decided to go to the bathroom. She reached for her panties, which still lay on the bed near her feet. Suddenly, however, Nick playfully lunged and snatched them from her grasp.

"You won't be needing these yet," he said, keeping them out of reach.

"I was just going to the bathroom!" Julia responded.

"You're fine the way you are," he replied, and flung her panties away from the bed. "There's something you should know about me," he continued. His voice lowered, as if he was about to share a dirty secret. "My body takes very little time to... reset."

"Really," Julia said, smiling amorously, her interest apparent. She was intrigued, thinking she understood his meaning.

"Mmm hmm," he confirmed. "Five minutes is usually all it takes. There's pretty much no limit to how many times I can fuck in a day." A mischievous smile appeared on his face. "It's like a superpower."

"

Really

," Julia said again, her interest even more apparent. The thought of fooling around some more was extremely appealing to her at the moment. She felt insatiable, like she could go again and again and still want more.

She climbed out of bed naked as she was and went to the bathroom. After she was done, she checked herself out in the mirror, horrified to see how disheveled her hair had become. She spent a minute straightening it up as best she could, reflecting with wonder and amazement that she was where she was - in Nick's hotel suite, naked, and he had just made love to her. And now, she was about to rejoin him in bed, and they were almost certainly going to make love again. She continued to keep any thoughts about her husband or how wrong this all was far away from her mind. That would come later. For now, nothing mattered except her and Nick and this time they were sharing together. It was like the most wonderful dream she could have ever imagined, and it was really happening. She knew the dream would have to end at some point, but until then, she was going to enjoy it.

When Julia returned, she found Nick staring at her and scanning her nude body appreciatively with his eyes as she was crossing the room and returning to bed. Although he seemed pleased with the sight of her, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious in her nakedness, fully exposed as she was. She fought off an urge to cover herself and giggled, looking away bashfully.

"What?" Nick asked with a chuckle.

"I'm self-conscious."

"I didn't say you could be self-conscious," Nick said decisively. Julia loved the stern look he gave her and the intensity in his voice, which inspired her to overcome her lack of confidence.

As she began climbing back into bed, Nick patted the area of the blanket directly next to him, inviting her over to his side. She began to gratefully curl up with him. As she did so, he guided her body and pulled her up against him so she was on her side, her head nestled against his shoulder and her arm draped across his wide, bare, hairy chest. It felt wonderful to lay there like that so close to him, curled up against his big, strong, muscular body. She had never enjoyed cuddling like that with her husband or past boyfriends, but with Nick, she knew she could lay there like that for hours. It was just something about his body and the way he was built. She felt so happy, so loved, so cherished, so safe.