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I shivered, fighting the urge to close my eyes. He hadn’t given me an explicit instruction against closing them, but I intuitively knew there’d be some sort of punishment if I didn’t watch the entire time.

At some point, I would probably find out what that was, and I couldn’t say that I was entirely opposed to whatever it was he’d do, but for now, I was mesmerized by the sight of him guiding his cock inside me. It was one thing to feel him stretching me, to know how impossibly full I felt, and something else entirely to see our bodies come together in a way that shouldn’t have been possible.

The muscles in my legs trembled as I settled on him, and I wondered if I’d even be able to ride him in this position. A moment later, my question was answered when he put an arm around my waist and pulled me back until I was resting on his chest.

“I’ll do the work.” His lips brushed against my ear as he spoke. “You just enjoy the view.”

His hips rocked up and down with shallow strokes that never left me empty, but instead showed me each time just how perfectly we fit together. When his fingers parted my folds to reveal my clit, I found myself wondering how the view would change if he’d chosen to take my ass this way. A rush of warmth went through me at the thought, and I made a mental note to ask sometime in the future. Right now…

“Fuck,” he groaned as I tightened around him. “Didn’t I say I’d do the work?”

I squeezed him again, then yelped as his fingers slapped down on my clit hard enough to hurt. The rush that followed, however, was all white-hot bliss. My eyelids started to drop, but another smack jolted them open.

“How close are you, le soleil?”

“Close.”

“What do you need me to do for you to come?”

My brain scrambled for anything close to a coherent sentence while my body tried to tell me all the different ways Nate could get me over the edge.

“Where do you want my hands?”

“Clit.” I managed one word, then a gasp before breathing out a second word. “Nipple.”

I hoped to hell he knew what I wanted him to do to them because I had no clue. A sharp pinch for one and quick, brisk friction on the other, and then I was watching myself orgasm.

My limbs went rigid, my hips jerking even as my fingers tried to find something to grab, something to tear and rip if only to find some outlet for the nearly overwhelming pleasure coursing through me. Nate’s arm tensed around me, and my eyes locked with his in the mirror. Seeing myself climax was amazing, but it would be this moment I carried with me. The moment his walls began to crumble.

Forty-Three

Nate

Finley had been right. Telling Ashlee the truth about what’d happened between Calah and me had helped our relationship rather than hurt it. Trusting that she wouldn’t see that part of me and reject me hadn’t been easy, but it’d definitely been worth it. We still had a lot to learn about each other, but crossing this hurdle made me hopeful about what was to come.

That, combined with the relief I felt now that Joshua knew the truth too, was why I was whistling as I rode the elevator down to the lobby to meet Ashlee. She’d asked me to come to the dinner at her mom’s where Roberta and Finley would meet for the first time, and since she’d wanted to go straight from work, we’d agreed that meeting downstairs would be enough removed from business that it wouldn’t cross any personal / professional boundaries. If she had a job working in one of the other companies in this building, we could’ve met like this without raising any eyebrows.

“You’re in a cheery mood,” she said as I leaned down to kiss her cheek.

“Is that a good or bad thing?” I asked, letting my gaze wander over her as if I hadn’t already seen her a couple of times today. She wore a nice pair of dress slacks that wouldn’t be too fancy for dinner and a shirt that accentuated her curves without being form-fitting.

“Good,” she said, smiling. “That’s the kind of positive note I want to start the evening with.”

Pleased that I could make her happy simply by being happy myself, I reached for her hand as we headed to the car. I’d driven today, so I could drive us to Roberta’s and not need Angus to be on call. It was also an absolutely beautiful day for a drive. April had finally given up trying to be winter and was embracing spring in full force. Normally, that meant rain, but today we had sun.

“Did you talk to Finley today?” she asked as she checked her phone for what was probably the hundredth time. “I didn’t see him come in.”

“He worked from home,” I said. “He wanted to make sure that he didn’t get caught by someone when he was trying to leave and end up being late to dinner.”

“That’s good,” she nodded absently, scowling at her phone.

“Your mom blowing up your phone with questions?”

“She hasn’t sent me a single text today.” Ashlee sighed and dropped her phone back into her purse. “I know that means she probably has everything under control, but is it too much to ask for a ‘hey, I’m alive and the house hasn’t burnt down’ text so I’m not constantly worrying that I’ve missed a message or a call?”

“I’m guessing that means you’re stressing out about this more than your mom.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” Less than a second after she said it, she shook her head. “Sorry. I’m a little wired right now.”

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