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.