Turning, I see Nathan with one eyebrow cocked. “Work?”
“Yes. Mr. Atkins can be forward at times.”
“You think?” He sounds sarcastic. “Calling you well into the evening and wanting you to join him for a drink? I’m glad I’ll be escorting you tomorrow.” A look of possessiveness glitters in his eyes.
“Well, it’s not as if you have to pee all around me, but, yes, he needs to know what’s appropriate and what’s not.” I attempt a bit of humor. “Let’s enjoy our evening.”
“I plan on it, baby.”
Chapter Nine
“SIT.” NATHAN PATS the couch beside him.
“You’ve started a fire.”
“I love fireplaces.”
“Yes. It’s on my top ten list.”
“Top ten? I’m afraid to ask.”
“The top ten things I want to do with you,” he says. “Hey, don’t judge.”
“Judge? Why would I judge? I think it’s sweet.”
“I beg to differ. It’s all about sex.” he teases.
“You’re right. It’s sexy. Now give me another one off the list.”
“Well, that depends.” He tucks a curl behind my ear.
“On?” I feel a little lightheaded from his touch.
“On how much you trust me.”
“Mmmhmm.”
Trust.
His fingertips move up and down my arm ever so softly. It’s quiet. No music. All I hear is his breath and my heartbeat increasing by the minute.
“Allow me.” He sets his glass down on the tray placed on the ottoman and takes mine from my hand. His hand rises to my face and he softly strokes my cheek with his palm. Face to face, eye to eye. Everything intensifies. He searches my eyes for the answer. I’m sure he’s wondering where has this connection come from because I’m thinking the same thing. A fire burns in the pit of my stomach, and I know this will be more than just sex.
“I need all of you.” His lips slide over mine, teasing me. His tongue joins in and I open for him, receiving the hottest, slowest, sexiest kiss I’ve ever had.
“Bryer,” he whispers my name, lips barely touching we share a breath.
“You’re the sex whisperer.”
He breaks away and smiles. “I thought I was your sex god?”
“That too, but I like discovering this side as well,” I murmur, still in a haze from his kiss.
“And which do you prefer, baby?” he whispers against my lips.
“All. I want it all.”
He breaks away to make eye contact and those heated baby blues are dark with passion. “Everything about you turns me on.” His hands bury in my hair. “Let me make something perfectly clear. I don’t share. After tonight, it’s you and me.”
“Just you, handsome.” When one dimple appears, I kiss it.
One finger slides under the strap of my gown and it falls down as he kisses my neck. His tongue runs from my shoulder to my ear. “Nathan, you’re accomplishing so much with so little effort.”
He smiles against my neck. “It’s you.”
He skims my breast with one finger and my nipple beads instantly. Once he sees the effect, he takes his two fingers and gently squeezes and rolls it until he can see it clearly through my gown. Then the other receives this same torture.
“I have to see all of you,” he says. “Come with me.”
He stands and holds out his hand, and I take it willingly. I follow him over to the side of the bed. The backs of my knees are pressed against the mattress and over Nathan’s shoulder, I notice the closet doors are mirrored. I can clearly see every hard muscle and I envision the whole package completely naked in bed very soon.
“This has to come off now,” he says. “I’ve waited long enough.”
“We’ve waited long enough.”
He reaches for each strap and lowers them so the gown pools at my feet. I stand completely naked, and he steps back to takes it all in.
“You’re beautiful, baby.” His breathing quickens, and his erection is clearly visible, his body is calling me, which makes me want him even more.
”My turn.”
I slip my fingers beneath his waistband and slowly slide his pajama pants down his legs, enjoying the show the mirror gives me.
You are so sexy, Nathan,” Standing on my tippy toes, I instigate a kiss. He crashes down on me hard and his tongue plunges into my mouth.
“You’re shaking babe.”
“Might be heart failure,” I tease to hide my awkwardness.
He lowers me onto the bed. Supporting himself with his strong arms, he travels down my body, kissing and licking, stirring me to life.
“You have all of my attention, Bryer. Who holds the power now?” He squeezes my breasts and takes time to play and tug on my nipples. Then he rolls to his side to get a better view. “Your body is perfect. I can’t describe how much I want you.”
I moan like the words just touched me.
“Spread your legs.” I comply without hesitation. “Now bend your knees. I want to see you in the mirror.”
“Oh God,” I moan.
His touch is slow, and filled with sweet torture one finger glides through my wet folds. Conflicted, I don’t know whether to watch or throw my head back in ecstasy.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
I choose to watch.
As I feel one finger slide into me, I gasp. He drives it in and out several times, then slides it out to circle my clit.
“Oh God, Nathan, more,” I moan loudly.
He inserts two fingers into me. I know he’s watching this erotic show play out in the mirror. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
I feel an orgasm starting to stir. He adds his thumb to my clit, and I feel a rush of warmth flow over me.
“Come for me, baby. I need to hear my name.”
And with those sexy words, my body explodes.
I cry out, quivering. “Nathan, fuck me, please. I need you inside of me. All of you.”
He watches me ride out this incredible orgasm, until my breathing finds its natural rhythm again. “I want to learn everything about your body. Make it mine.”
“It’s yours.”
A drawer opens and a condom wrapper rips. He gently moves me towards the headboard as he lays on top of me. His knees spread my legs apart. I reach up to touch his face and our eyes meet.
“I know,” he says, confirming the level of intensity. “Two becoming one by desire.”
“I’ve dreamed of this moment,” I pant out as he slowly pushes inside of me, stretching me. I moan as he fills me. It takes my breath away. Once he’s deep inside of me, he stills.
“Do you feel me, Bryer?” Our eyes lock as he slides back out.
“Yes. All of you.” I raise my legs and wrap them around him, holding him.
This time he slams into me with force. He searches for my hand and finds it above my head, he holds on tight knowing a simple act of connection like this is powerful.
“Oh my God. Yes.” I roar.
It’s all the motivation he needs because he never slows. His punishing rhythm slams into me with such force. I reach up to hold the headboard with my other hand. But he takes both wrists in his one hand and holds them there while he relentlessly pummels into me faster and harder than before.
“Fuck! Bryer, you are so tight,” he pants, “and wet. You were made for my cock.”
I moan as I writhe underneath him.
“I love the sexy sounds you make,” he growls.
His hands imprisoning my wrists is such a turn on. The lack of control fuels another orgasm that approaches in a rush. “Nathan, I’m going to come.”
I know he’s so close too. He releases my hands and buries his face in my neck and gives me all he has. His slick motion, combined with the whispered sexy words, send me over the edge.
“Oh God, Bryer. I want to fuck you forever. I’m going to come, baby. Feel me?” His orgasm fuels mine. Once his breathing slows, he lifts his head and kisses me sw
eetly.
“Bryer, I haven’t felt this close to a woman, in a long time.” Actually ever.
I pause to take that in. “I felt it too. I’ve never had anyone make love to me like that. Or fuck me like that.” I try to catch my slip of the l-word.
He raises his hand to my cheek, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “I think you had it right the first time.”
I find it difficult to keep eye contact with his intensity. This man has the power to hurt me.
“I know you have to wake up early,” he says. “Let’s try to sleep.”
He snuggles up to me, pressing his chest to my back. He rests his hand over my heart and I fall fast asleep within minutes. His breathing is the last thing I hear until something startles me in the middle of the night.
I’m slowly coming out of a deep sleep when Nathan mumbles, “No. Don’t want it.” He thrashes around, and I get on my knees and shake his arm to wake him. “No. Don’t.” He puts his arms up in front of himself while his head moves back and forth.
“Nathan, wake up.” He’s fighting someone. Why won’t he wake up? “Nathan.” I slide back a bit to avoid his erratic thrashing.
“Get away.” I shake his leg violently, avoiding his thrashing arms, and finally he comes to. “What? What’s wrong?”
“You were having a nightmare. Yelling at someone, or something. Are you all right?” He just stares into space. “What was it about?” He gives me an irritated look. He’s shutting down.
“It was nothing.” His walls go up.
“It was very intense. Does that happen often?”
He looks down, shaking his head “No, not often. I’m sorry if I scared you”
“You were fighting someone off, baby,” I whisper. “Are you all right now?”
“It was just a bad dream. I don’t even remember what it was about.”
My gut says there’s more to it, but I decide to let it go for now. “Get close. Maybe we can go back to sleep.”
He nods.
I lay awake listening to Nathan’s breathing until he falls asleep. But I’m on edge, worrying this nightmare might reappear.
I finally feel the heaviness of sleep take me. Though my phone chimes stir me out of bed at six in the morning. Nathan is still asleep and I don’t want to wake him, so I slip out, call room service to be delivered at seven, and jump in the shower.
By the time it arrives, I’m ready and start to see signs of life stirring in the bed.
“Wake up babe. I have something for you,” I say sweetly.
“If you did, you’d still be in bed with me, naked.”
“Coffee’s here.” I tempt him with the mug. This naked, hot man climbs out of bed and reaches for his black bottoms, and I watch him gracefully put them on.
“Delicious.” I glance over the cup to meet his eyes. “Delicious, hot, steaming.”
He smiles as he pours himself a cup of black coffee. “Are you referring to me or the coffee? Because honestly it could go either way.”
“Aren’t you witty this morning.” I laugh. “I’m leaving soon. There’s fruit and assorted breakfast items for you. What are you going to do while I’m at work?”
“Hit the gym, and I have a couple errands to run,” he says, leaving me to wonder what his plans are.
“Well, I’m off. I’ll call you when I’m leaving the show.”
“Wait.” He reaches for me. “You look like you need a good kissing”
I walk over and lean down to kiss him goodbye, and he pulls me in for a full toe curling kiss that leaves me weak in the knees. “You’re like oxygen. I’ll be thinking of you all day.”
“Is that right? Then my plan worked.”
The walk isn’t as long as I feared, but in heels and carrying a briefcase and my purse, I know from experience this is going to be a long day. Many buyers will be stopping by, and I’ll be repeating the same marketing pitch over and over. But our product is fantastic, original. Mr. Morton flew in two models last minute to boost sales. We’ll be very popular today.
“Bryer, nice to see you again.” Mr. Atkins reaches to shake my hand, and I accept.
“Mr. Atkins, it’s always a pleasure.” He’s my top account, and is the owner of two hundred stores.
He steps just a hair too close.
“Walter.”
I take a step back. He’s always a little flirtatious, but he’s married with six children. Not that it would stop any man, but it usually stops most women. He’s attractive. There’s no doubt his dark hair and dark eyes might get to some ladies. But I would never cross that line. Although a little innocent banter is standard in sales.
“Will I be working with you today?” I ask. “Or are you sending one of your many minions?”
He laughs. “I’m all yours today. Care to join me for lunch? Then we can get down to business.”
“By all means. Lead the way.”
We get back to my conference room after thirty minutes, and I have a fifty thousand dollar order written up.
“See you tonight,” Mr. Atkins says with a wave.
The rest of the day goes by like clockwork. I get out right at five and call Nathan.
He answers on the first ring, “Hello gorgeous.”
Oh, flirty Nathan.
“Is this my Greek god?
“I’ll take that. How much time do we have, baby?” I know where his mind is going.
“Not enough for what you’re thinking, I’ll be in the room to shower and change in fifteen.”
He groans. “All right. I can’t wait to see you. Bye.”
Damn. That man is addicting.
***
“I’M HOME. MISS me?”
“Silly question.” Nathan sits on the leather couch where we were last night. He looks fresh and sexy as hell in his grey tailored pants and a white button-down that fits him to perfection.
“Stalking your prey?” I ask as he rises, walks closer, and takes me in his arms.
“Uh huh. I’m good, but I’m no angel,” When he smiles down at me, I nearly swoon.
“No angel, you say. I can’t wait for you to prove that.”
He cradles my face in his hands and kisses me deeply.
“Again,” I say.
“Fuck, you’re sweet.”
After a second blazing kiss, he ushers me to the bathroom to get ready.
“Tie or no tie?”
I’m still processing the kiss so I shrug. “I couldn’t care less. You could go shirtless.”
“Sass? Is that sass, Miss Reid?”
“You can count on it, Mr. James.”
“I like it.”
I’m spinning, and there’s this siren going off in my head. Warning lights flash. I’m in trouble. This man is filling my heart, not just my bed.
“Let me jump in the shower, change, and we’ll leave.”
Knowing he’s waiting, I get ready quickly. I choose a camel-colored, tailored dress that is both flattering and appropriate for a business occasion. But the sky-high black fuck-me heels are all me.
I walk out to meet Nathan and he eyes me from head to toe. “You look beautiful. Maybe too beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
I smell his intoxicating aroma of musk and woods. He could take me now and I wouldn’t put up a fight.
“You take my breath away.” He plays with one of my curls, twirling it around his finger, then gently lets it go. “Just intoxicating.”
My head whirls. “Sweeping me off my feet again?”
He smiles as his hands run down the sides of my body. “Yes, would you like proof?”
“I would, but later. Let’s go while we still can.”
Chapter Ten
~Nathan~
BEFORE BRYER GETS in, I have a call to make.
“Yes, this is Nathaniel James. I have an item being delivered to my room tonight. I’m just confirming it’ll be here before ten pm. Yes, that’s right. It’s a surprise. Thank you.”
This will show Bryer I was thinking of her all
day.
We arrive late. Though I know this is going to be more of a business event, I still want every man to know whose arm Bryer’s on, as we walk through the door.
“You’re turning every man’s head.” I growl, but she doesn’t leave my side.
“Don’t worry. I’m yours,” she says.
“Let’s head towards the bar. There’s appetizers, plus I’ll introduce you to some business associates.”
“Let’s.” I place my hand on her back as we walk to the bar.
“White wine and a seltzer water, please. Hungry? Because I know what I want.” I lick my lips.
“Let me get back to you on that,” my clever girl says.
“Should we make the rounds?” I raise a brow.
“Oh, yes, but behave.”
“You wound me.” I put my hand over my chest.
“Okay, let’s meet all these men you’re doing business with.”
“Mr. Foster,” Bryer greets one of her colleagues. “Great doing business with you today.”
“You too, Bryer.” I watch him checking out every curve, his eyes never meet hers, not once. How fuckin’ dare the bastard. Something fires in me and suddenly I’m seeing red.
“This is my friend, Nathan James,” We shake hands, and I’m a little more rough than necessary.
“I see,” says Mr. Foster.
“I’m sure you do.”
Foster gasps at my sarcasm. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
Obviously this isn’t my finest hour.
Bryer pulls me aside. “Have you lost your mind?” As Mr. Foster watches, completely annoyed.
“Mmm hmm. Watching every man drool all over you is a challenge.”
“It’s inexcusable. Remember what I have to watch when you work.” She huffs.
Fuck, she’s right.
It takes the fight right out of me. I understand what I have to do now. So I spend the next hour making it up to her, acting like a grownup and making the rounds, nodding my head and shaking hands politely to make it up to her.
“I hear they have a small band in the hotel. We could sneak away and catch their show.”
“That depends.” She smiles, her eyes wondering to the entrance. ”If you can keep the good behavior going, because here comes a huge test.”
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