Nothing Bundt Love

by Samantha Lind

  “I do, now how was the flight?”

  “It was great, Taylor was great.”

  “Did you get any sleep?” he asks as we speed down an interstate.

  “Nope, just read and snacked. I was impressed with the food, never expected it to be that good on a plane,” I tell him, resting my head on his shoulder.

  He chuckles, and I can feel his lips press a kiss to the top of my head. “They aren’t all that way. If you fly commercial, you’re lucky if you can get a bag of stale pretzels and a can of Coke.”

  “I figured so, but didn’t have anything to compare it to.”

  “I’ve spoiled you.” He smirks.

  “I definitely won’t deny that. You’ve ruined me. How will I ever survive if I have to fly with all the commoners?” I tease.

  “I’m sure you’d survive.” He laughs. “Since you snacked on the way here, does that mean you aren’t hungry for dinner?”

  “Not right now, but that might change later,” I tell him. “Depends on how much energy I use once we get home.” I smirk at him and he just growls.

  “Oh, trust me, I’ve got lots of plans that require lots of energy,” he says before sucking on my neck. My nipples go hard at the sensations, and a bolt of desire goes straight to my core.

  “How much further to your place?” I ask as I slide my hand up his leg until I can cup his growing erection. Two can play this teasing game.

  “Less than five minutes,” he says after looking out the window.

  “Good.” I press my lips to his, wanting nothing more than to feel them on my body.

  The car comes to a stop. I pull back from him, straightening my shirt when I hear the driver’s door open. He taps on the window before opening the door and stepping aside so that we can get out.

  “Thank you, Dave,” Nathan states to the older man.

  “My pleasure, Mr. Bailey, ma’am,” he replies once we’ve both exited the car. He pulls my suitcase from the trunk, handing it over to Nathan, who then leads me into the building. We walk directly onto a waiting elevator, where he presses the highest button after punching in a code on the keypad.

  “I’ll make you a code so you can come and go as you please, but it will have to wait a few minutes.” He smirks as the elevator whisks us up to the top. It opens to a foyer, that we quickly walk past, and into what I’ve seen on FaceTime many times now and recognize as his living room. It is so much bigger in person, and holy hell, the view he has from forty floors up is very impressive.

  “I’ll give you the full tour later,” he says, taking my bag from me and setting it on the couch. “But first, I need you in my bed.” He kisses me hard and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, letting him carry me to his bed.

  He sets me down on the edge, then steps back and just looks at me. “Such a vision. I’ve dreamed of having you right here for way too long,” he admits. I reach out, letting my fingertips slide down his torso until I reach the top of his pants. I tug the polo from them, then watch as he tugs the shirt up and over his head in the one-handed sexy way men can take their shirts off. I unbutton the top button, my eyes flying to his when he wraps his hand around my wrist, stopping me from lowering the zipper.

  “I think someone needs to catch up,” he says, giving me a devilish grin, if I’ve ever seen one.

  I toe off my shoes, flinging them out of the way as best as I can. I pull my top off, leaving my bra on for now. I stand, unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them from my hips and down my legs.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he states as he watches me strip down to my bra and panties.

  I take a seat back on the bed, waiting for his next move. It doesn’t take long before he’s standing in front of me in only his boxer briefs, his hand covering his erection.

  I lick my lips in anticipation of what’s about to happen, and don’t miss his groan as I do. “Are you going to move or just stand there staring at me?”

  “Oh, sweetheart. I’ve got plans for you. Now, you tell me, are we starting slow tonight?”

  “I say we start somewhere in the middle,” I tell him as I scoot to the very edge of the bed. I tug his hips closer, then pull his boxer briefs down his hips, low enough until they fall the remaining way down his legs. His cock springs free and I immediately wrap my fist around it, giving it a few good strokes from the base to the tip. On my second stroke down, I wrap my lips around the crown and follow the movement with my mouth.

  “Fuck,” Nathan moans as I work his shaft in and out of my mouth. “Yes, that’s it, baby,” he pants out as his fingers find purchase in my hair. He guides me, allowing me to pleasure him just the way he needs it.

  He pulls from my mouth and I look from his swollen cock to his eyes. “I need you on your back, now,” he demands. I quickly shimmy up the mattress, somehow removing my panties as I go. Once settled in the center of the large mattress, he hovers over me and quickly unclasps my bra, tossing it off the bed and onto the floor somewhere. He captures one of my nipples, tugging it lightly with his teeth as he rubs his cock head up and down my slit, making sure to tease my clit in the process.

  “Are you ready?” he asks, pressing his tip against my entrance.

  “More than ever,” I tell him, and he pushes inside of me. The fullness I feel with his cock deep inside me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, except with him.

  “God damn, you’re perfect,” he says as he starts to move. His thrusts are hard, yet tender. I don’t know if it is the time or just because it is the two of us, but something is different.

  “Yes,” I pant, chanting as he builds my orgasm up. I can feel it ready to crest, but just slightly out of reach. All it takes is his thumb finding my clit, and pressing ever-so-lightly against it, for me to shatter and fall over the edge of my orgasm. I take him with me, feeling as his cock swells before he comes hard. It’s then I realize why this time felt so different. We didn’t use a condom.

  “You, okay?” Nathan asks, pulling back far enough that he can look into my eyes. His lips take mine in a quick kiss before I can answer him.

  “We didn’t use protection,” I tell him.

  “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Harper. I’ve never not used one,” he states, letting his forehead fall against my shoulder. “I’m clean, I swear to you. I had a full work up at my last physical that was just a few months ago, and I haven’t been with anyone since then, except you.”

  “It’s okay. We’re good. I’m on birth control. I didn’t even realize it until after we finished, and I figured out why it felt so different.”

  “I’m still sorry. I should have been thinking about protecting you.”

  “I forgive you, and I’m okay with us not using condoms if you don’t want to use them. I’m clean and I trust you.”

  “I love you,” he states, looking deep in my eyes. I can’t help the smile that fills my lips at his words.

  “I love you, too, Nathan. I always have, and I hope I always get to.”

  He rolls us to the edge of the bed. “If we’re going to forgo the condoms, we need to think ahead or else end up with a mess on the sheets.” He chuckles. “But it looks like we lucked out,” he states, looking at the center of the bed where we just were lying. He stands up, taking me with him as he heads for what I’m assuming is the en suite bathroom.

  He finally sets me down once we reach the bathroom. “Shower okay with you?” he asks, pointing at the large, glass-enclosed shower.

  “Yes, please,” I tell him. He opens the door and turns on the dual shower heads. I watch as the water comes cascading down while the steam begins to rise.

  Nathan holds a hand out for me, and I take it as I step into the large shower. The moment the hot water hits my muscles, they relax and the exhaustion from the long day hits me like a wall. According to my body, it is almost midnight and I’ve been awake since about four this morning.

  “I got everything on your list,” Nathan states, breaking the silence that had fallen between us as we both enjoyed the water for a
few moments.

  “You did, or Shelly did?” I ask, smirking at him. I don’t think this man has set foot into a store for everyday things in years. He’s got people to do those kinds of tasks for him.

  “Shelly,” he confirms, a sheepish grin tugs at his lips.

  “I’ve got you figured out, Mr. Bailey.”

  “You think so?” he quips, pulling me against his body. His cock is hard, yet again, and pressed against my belly as we stand here.

  “I know so.” I smirk right back at him before I push up on my toes and kiss him. His hands slide down my sides, past my hips and over my ass cheeks. He gives them a teasing squeeze before lowering them further until they’re under my ass cheeks. He hoists me up, allowing me to wrap my legs around his torso as he pins me against the tile wall.

  He takes control of the kiss, deepening it as he slides a hand between us. His fingers find my clit, then somehow lower, until he’s sinking two inside of me. I ride his hand, my orgasm coming hard and fast. “That’s it, baby,” he says against my lips. He shifts us ever-so slightly, and the next thing I know, he’s thrusting into me, his cock filling me to the brim.

  “Yes!” I cry out. The hardness of the tile behind my back, pinning me to the hardness of his chest. Both unforgiving in their own ways. He pistons his hips, my body quivering around him as I continue to orgasm as he thrusts harder and harder. “Don’t stop,” I chant between thrusts. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, pulling myself closer, close enough that I can sink my teeth into his neck. The amount of pleasure that is now coursing through my body is going to no doubt put me into a deep sleep tonight.

  “I love your tight pussy,” he gruffly tells me, and I can’t help but love the dirty talk that comes out of his mouth when we’re fucking. “That’s it, babe, milk my cock. Take it all from me,” he states as his thrusts become a little faster. “I’m going to come so fucking hard,” he tells me, and I watch as his expression changes to pure bliss as he lets go. He thrusts up one last time, stilling as he empties himself inside of me.

  I lose all sense of time, no clue how long we stay in this position. Nathan finally pulls away, setting me back on my feet. “Let me get you cleaned up and back into bed. You look exhausted.”

  He grabs my shampoo from the shelf and pops the top. He squeezes out more than necessary, but I don’t say anything. I watch as he lathers it between his hands before bringing it to my scalp. I relax into his touch, enjoying every second of him taking care of me. He does a very thorough job with washing my hair before moving on to the conditioner. While the conditioner is setting, he holds up a loofa for me, and my body wash. He squirts some onto the loofa and allows me to wash my body while he washes his own hair. By the time I’m done rinsing my body from the soap and the conditioner from my hair, he’s completely done with his, as well.

  “One more thing to impress you with.” He smirks as he opens the shower door and grabs a towel. He wraps it around my body, and I can feel the heat in it as if it had just come out of the dryer. “I have heated towel bars,” he says, answering my unasked question.

  “Aren’t you Mr. Fancy pants.” I smirk as I step out of the shower. I snag a second towel, wrapping my hair up in it. I head into his room and remember then that my suitcase is still out in the living room.

  “Just have a seat and I’ll grab your bag for you,” he says, realizing what’s going on.

  “Thanks,” I call out after his retreating back. A minute later, he’s returning with both of my bags. He takes the suitcase into the walk-in closet and sets it on a stand like they have in hotels.

  I follow him, opening it as soon as he steps aside and gives me access to it. I dig around, finding some clean panties and something to pull on before I go to sleep. I also pull out my toiletry bag, taking it into the bathroom. I take my hair down, running a brush through it and then braiding it quickly so that I don’t wake up with a rat’s nest from falling asleep with wet hair. I quickly finish the rest of my nightly routine before joining Nathan back in the bedroom.

  “All good?” he asks as he pulls down the comforter and sheets.

  “Yes, thank you. I’m just exhausted and ready to call it a night,” I tell him.

  “Then climb into bed, I’ve already shut everything off and locked up for the night,” he tells me.

  I don’t need to be told twice, so I head for what looks to be my side of the bed. I notice he’s already plugged in my phone and iPad for me. “Thank you for getting everything plugged in,” I say as I slide between the sheets. They’re cold to the touch, but it feels good against my heated skin.

  Nathan is already in bed, so I shift around until I can snuggle up next to him. He rolls so that he can spoon against me, and I tuck myself right into the space he’s created for me. I love the feeling of his warm body pressed against mine. I feel so safe in his arms.

  “Night,” I somehow remember to say before sleep quickly claims me. The exhaustion has finally reached my max level.

  I wake in a dark room, and an empty bed. I feel around to make sure that Nathan hasn’t just rolled to the other side of the bed during the night, but all I find is cold sheets. I yawn and stretch, then reach for my phone on the end table. I blink a couple of times, clearing my eyes and wondering if I’ve read the clock on my phone wrong. It says 11:25 am. That would be like sleeping until 2:25 back home, and there’s no way that it is already that late. I’ve never slept that late in my life.

  I put my phone down, heading first for the bathroom, as my bladder is screaming at me. I then pad out to the living room, the brightness from walls full of windows hits my tired eyes and has me squinting.

  “Good morning. I was starting to worry about you.” Nathan’s voice startles me, as I didn’t realize he was sitting at a desk set in the corner.

  “Morning, is it really almost eleven thirty?” I ask.

  “Yes,” he confirms.

  “Holy shit,” I state in shock. “Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” I ask.

  “Because you obviously needed the sleep,” he states.

  “That I did,” I tell him as I yawn. My stomach growls at that moment, drawing attention to how hungry I also happen to be.

  “Would you like some breakfast, or brunch, maybe?” Nathan asks, chuckling.

  “Yes, and the sooner the better,” I tell him. I can feel myself getting a little shaky, as my blood sugar is low from not eating for so long. I never had a proper dinner last night after snacking on the flight.

  “I’ve got a few things in the kitchen, or we can go down the street to a little place that has a good selection and is usually pretty fast.”

  “Have you eaten?” I ask.

  “Yes, but it’s almost lunchtime, so I can eat again.”

  “Maybe I’ll grab a piece of fruit, if you have any, and then we can go?” I suggest.

  “There are apples and bananas in the kitchen. You tell me when you’re ready and we’ll go.”

  “Let me go change and we can get out of here,” I tell him, looking down at the T-shirt I ended up wearing to bed. I stop in the kitchen and grab a banana to eat, hoping that it holds me over until we can get a full meal. I make quick work of finding an outfit to pull on. I step into the bathroom and fix my hair. Braiding it last night was the perfect thing to do, as it now has nice waves to it this morning. I apply a quick layer of mascara, some foundation and blush, and lastly some Chapstick. I grab my phone and watch from the end table, slipping the latter on my wrist and my phone into my back pocket.

  “I’m ready,” I state, walking back into the living room.

  “We’re just about to leave but can stop in when we get back.” I hear him talking to someone and notice he has his cell to his ear. “Sounds good,” he says before ending the call.

  “Is everything okay?” I ask.

  “Yes, just Rose and Leo being pests, wanting me to bring you by so they can meet you. I’ve talked to each of them no less than four times already this morning,” he says as he links our hands
together and leads me to the elevator.

  “Do we need to stop in before we go eat?” I ask as he hits the lobby button.

  “Nope, they can wait,” he states as the elevator zooms down the forty floors. It must be one of those speed elevators, as once it starts, I don’t think it would stop, even if someone pressed a button on another floor.

  “Are you okay with walking, it is only two blocks away,” he says as we step out into the sunshine.

  “Yes, the movement will probably help wake me up and get my blood moving. I’m feeling a little stiff this morning.”

  “I’ve got something that will help with that.” He smirks, kissing my cheek.

  “You are horrible.” I laugh, smacking his shoulder as we walk down the sidewalk.

  It takes us less than ten minutes to arrive at the little café. They seat us immediately at one of the two person tables on the patio, our server bringing two glasses of water with her as she approaches the table.

  “Welcome, can I get either of you something to drink besides water?” she asks.

  “I’ll take a raspberry tea, please,” Nathan orders.

  “Coffee, the larger the better,” I tell her. “With room for some cream, please.”

  “Of course, do you want sugar, as well?”

  “No, thank you,” I tell her as I start to look over the menu. My mouth waters as I read over all the options, but settle on a scramble platter. It has a good mixture of breakfast and pseudo lunch items, that I can make it pass for a brunch.

  “What’s your favorite thing here?” I ask Nathan as I set the menu down.

  “I either go for the daily special or stick with the chicken bacon wrap with avocado slices.”

  “Oh, both of those sound amazing,” I tell him, but that scramble platter is still calling my name. Our server returns, bringing our drinks, and I quickly add the cream to the piping hot, extra-large cup of coffee, then down half of it faster than I should have for how hot it is. I don’t care, as I need the caffeine boost. We both order, then turn back to one another once the waitress has left the table.

  “Anything specific you wanted to do today?” Nathan asks. “I didn’t plan much, not knowing how tired you’d be from working and then traveling yesterday.”