Holly laughed and snuggled up against Nick, and he felt her smooth glowing, golden body and knew what he had told his secretary was not far from the truth.
"It's a miserable day," Miss Lewis said. "If you feel bad you'd better stay at home."
"Yes, I'll get started on the Dennison account," Nick said and twisted his mouth from Holly's eager lips. "Call Connors first thing, and tell him that."
"Of course," she said. "If you need anything, Nick I could drop by after work."
"I don't think I'll need anything," he said quickly, and put a hand up and cupped one of Holly's huge breasts. "But thanks, Sally."
"I didn't think you would," she said. "But a girl has to keep trying. Take care of yourself, and I'll see you in the morning."
"Yes, in the morning," he mumbled and hung up.
"Holly, this is absolutely the last day you can stay," he said.
And then she mashed her lips over his mouth in a twisting kiss, and Nick told himself he was foolish to risk everything for another day with this girl.
Then Holly was squirming around and his hands were moving over her young body, and he was rubbing and mashing and tickling and squeezing every inch of her dark flesh. And then, her tan thighs were wrapping around his back and his hard prick was sliding into her again.
This time Nick pumped furiously into her, slamming her down on the mattress with each thrust. Her hands roamed over his back, again a finger slid into his ass crack. She found his swinging balls and began massaging them, then took hold of his cock as it slid from her pussy and stroked it a few times before he could cram it back inside her.
Once again, her passion was so intense that he didn't know when she was coming. His orgasm neared slowly, steadily. By the time his gism was again swelling his prick, Nick was gasping for breath desperately, straining every muscle in his body as his peak approached.
Holly suddenly rolled back under him, lifting her legs higher and closing them around his back. His cock seemed to enter her at a new angle, seemed to reach even deeper into her channel. And then as she screeched and screamed under him, he sailed into her young pussy again and filled it a third time with his piping-hot seed.
Still, she seemed to want more, gripping his cock when he rolled off of her and sliding her thighs around one of his to grind her pussy against his leg… He knew that she was going to put him in traction if he let her hang around much longer. But what a way to go!
CHAPTER SEVEN
The cab sped down Lexington Avenue, the tires slurring in the deep snow. Nick sat limply against the seat, so exhausted he could hardly breathe. He glanced at his watch and cursed himself. He was already ten minutes late.
The cab slid around a corner, and Nick braced himself for a moment. Then he relaxed again and closed his eyes an instant and saw Holly's provocative smile and those lips. And that body.
He opened his eyes and swallowed and took a weary breath. Today she goes, he told himself. And yet, in an instant he was thinking of their love making, which had started yesterday morning.
He had always considered himself a good lover, but he had never known he possessed the stamina he had shown with this girl. Stamina, hell, he muttered and felt his legs would buckle when he tried to stand up again.
He told himself that it made no difference about their love-making, because she was going to get out when he got home. And then he was thinking of the feel of her young body, so smooth-soft, and liquid-hot and golden.
Christ, he muttered to himself, and looked from the window at people trying to hurry through the deep snow. The Dennison account, he told himself. He had to think of something about the account to tell Connors this morning.
But when the cab stopped in front of his building and he paid the driver and climbed out, his thoughts had wandered half a dozen times to the honey-toned girl he had just left in his apartment.
And as he hurried into the building and caught a crowded elevator he found it impossible to keep his thoughts from Holly's lips, and her blue eyes, and the seemingly endless ways she had of arousing him. He stepped from the elevator and asked himself how in hell could a seventeen-year-old girl have learned so much about making love.
Miss Lewis' smile was dazzling as usual, her perfect white teeth gleaming and her green eyes flirting openly with him. They discussed the day he had missed and some calls and she asked how he was feeling.
And then as Nick turned to his office, she said, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Connors wants you to contact him first thing."
"I'll bet," Nick said more to himself than to her.
He went into his office and sat down and poured over some letters and glanced at a couple of inter-office memos. Then he spun around in his chair and stared at the skyline and the thick, grey snow clouds and tried desperately to think of something on the Dennison advertising campaign.
But, a quarter hour later, when he turned back to his desk, his mind was void of anything but images of Holly. He tried to purge the girl from his thoughts by visualizing Julie's pale, voluptuous body and beautiful dark hair and eyes. But he only felt guilty about lying to her on the phone yesterday and telling her he could not see her because he was sick, and working at home.
He was thinking of Holly again when Miss Lewis brought in coffee and a Danish.
"I don't want to nag," she said. "But you really ought to call Mr. Connors."
"I'll call him as soon as I finish my coffee," he said.
As he swallowed the hot coffee and watched Miss Lewis walk slowly from the office, he told himself he should have gotten involved with her, if he had to be unfaithful to Julie.
But he watched the perfect, rounded buttocks disappear and knew it was not simply a matter of an affair with a beautiful woman. It was a damned obsession with Holly, an obsession with a seventeen-year-old girl he had literally taken out of the storm.
He took another sip of coffee and shook his head and picked up the phone. He was nervous and guilt-ridden and completely unsure of himself as he called Connors.
"Nick, boy, good to hear from you," Connors boomed. "Congratulations on your meeting with Frances Dennison. She was nothing but praise about you."
"I'm glad to hear that, sir," Nick said. "And I want to apologize for missing that meeting yesterday morning."
"That's okay, son," Connors said. "The other men from your account group were able to handle the transfer of the Jarvis account. I'm just glad you are feeling better now. You know, your secretary told me you wanted to work at home yesterday. Well, what with this weather and you down with a fever and the pressure of less than a week, you know, Nick, perhaps you should work at home the next few days?"
"What sir?" Nick asked. "Work at home? Well, I'm feeling fine now. And I hate to be away from the office so long. I mean there'll be services or information that I'll need."
"It can always be sent over to your place by messenger," Connors said. "Yes, the more I think about it, the more I like the idea of your holing up and working out a campaign that will floor Frances Dennison."
Nick felt lost and confused and he thought of Holly there in his apartment, and of being with her a week. A wild week of not leaving the apartment. Of possessing that golden young body again and again in the warmth of the apartment while it snowed outside. Of possessing her and losing his job and Julie and everything he really wanted and had worked for.
"Nick, are you there?" Connors asked.
"Yes, I'm sorry," Nick said. "I was thinking."
"You know, Nick, you don't sound too well yet, to be perfectly frank," Connors said. "Perhaps you shouldn't have come out so soon. And you know, boy, you've got a lot of pressure on you. Frances Dennison is impressed, and expects you to deliver, and if she is disappointed, it could be hell to pay."