Page 12 of Sharing Her Heart

“And why is she arguing with him?”

“Because he refuses to listen to her.”

“Good. I want you to keep that in mind as you read the chapter now,” he continued, that deep voice coaching her. “You’re not Felicity. You’re Ashley, and you’re fucking pissed at this man for not listening to you. I want to hear it in your voice, and I want to feel it in your body. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Felicity whispered, wondering why his simple request sounded like a command. One she could not disobey.

“This time, John and I will be joining you,” Nathan continued, still standing over her shoulder. “I’ll be Kane, and John will be the narrator. Got it?”

Felicity nodded.

“Use your words, baby,” Nathan whispered in her ears, and the surprise of him calling her baby was crushed under the shock of her body’s reaction to his voice. She felt a spike of sensation that shot straight to her womb, leaving her skin tingling. “Do you understand?”

“Yes…” she replied, the sentence feeling incomplete. Almost like she needed to finish it with a sir… or something else…

“Good girl,” he replied, and again, she felt that surge of electricity through her body, and now there was no more denying it. She was aroused. Aroused by Nathan and his dark look and intense gaze. His deep voice and oddly dominant nature. Felicity wanted to believe she was wrong, that there was no way she was attracted to this man who looked old enough to be her father. Yes, he was gorgeous, with a voice deep enough to make all her fantasies come true. It didn’t change the fact that he was much older than her.

But she had no time to contemplate that dilemma. John was already reading the first paragraph of the chapter, and as his warm, sweet voice narrated the scene, she could feel Nathan behind her. Feel the warmth of his breath at the nape of her neck and the heady scent of his perfume surrounding her until she felt drunk on him.

When it was her turn to read, she launched into her dialogue with passion, remembering Nathan’s instruction to feel the scene. Perhaps it was the need to impress the man standing behind her, but she put her life into her performance, her body shaking with anger just like her character, her tone reflecting the inner turmoil of a woman being forced to confront her attraction to a man she never should have been attracted to.

When it was Nathan’s turn to speak and she heard his voice behind her, dark and deep, matching her energy, Felicity found herself being pulled into the moment they were creating together. For years, she had listened to him narrate her favorite stories, imagining the scenes he spoke about in her head. Now, he was right next to her, telling a story, and the scene he painted was more vivid, vibrant, colorful, and real than anything she’d ever imagined. Maybe it was because she wasn’t just a spectator anymore but a part of the scene

The scene continued, all three voices playing their roles to perfection. As she read along, waiting for her cue and speaking up when it was her turn, Felicity saw the scene begin to shift. The tension and conflict in her character’s emotion switched from confrontational to aroused. It was John’s voice narrating what was happening, and Felicity was held spellbound, her heart beating fast in her chest.

“…Ashley could barely breathe,” he read from the manuscript. “She recognized that look in Kane’s eyes and knew what it meant but couldn’t get her legs to move. To escape from the kiss she knew was coming. She was powerless before him. Hunger rushed through her as her gaze locked with his, the need to touch him so potent it left her crazy…”

As he read, a need arose in Felicity. A need so dark and sexual it made her vision go cloudy. Moving down the paragraph to her next line, she felt her body jerk back when she realized what she would have to say in front of these two men.

“So beautiful.” She heard Nathan’s voice in her ear and, for a moment, forgot he was only reading from the book. “Your body drives me crazy, Ashley,” he continued, momentarily pulling her out of her fantasy.

“It is not yours to own.” She managed to croak out her lines, though her brain struggled to keep up. She was caught between two worlds.

“Isn’t it?” Nathan said, and she felt his chest press against her back. Or maybe she was the one who leaned back on him for support, unsure that her legs could keep on carrying her weight. He continued reading, and it didn’t matter anymore. “You’re mine, Ashley. To do with as I please. It’s pointless to fight it when your very body says the same.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Felicity snarled.

“No?” Nathan growled in her ear. “Why does it respond to my touch swiftly? Why do your eyes get so big when they look intomine? Why do you get so wet at the sound of my voice? Why do your nipples get hard when I hold your breasts in my hand?”

Felicity’s eyes closed, and she bit back a moan at the sound of Nathan’s voice. So lost was she in her head that she barely reacted when she felt two hands reach under her arms and cup her breasts. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to lean back and give in to his touch. When she finally realized that it was Nathan’s hand pressing and fondling her breasts, it was too late.

“Why does my cock get so hard at the sight of it, Ashley?” He continued reading from the book. “Why is it that when I see your body, all I can think of is laying it down and feasting on it till I am full and can feast no more?” He finished his dialogue, turning her around to face him.

Felicity’s response was a whimper of need, her knees buckling as she leaned back to look into his eyes. Felicity felt her arousal heightening uncontrollably. She could barely breathe. Getting enough oxygen simply wasn’t going to happen. It felt like she had waited so long for this moment. The intensity of the hunger she saw in his eyes now. She had endured a lifetime of hearing his voice paint this very scene in her head, imagined the need she saw in his eyes now, and heard his voice drive her to the pinnacle of pleasure several times already.

His gaze dropped to her lips, lingering there as he closed the distance between them with a slow, deliberate step. His hand, warm and firm, enveloped hers while the other slipped into her hair, fingers threading through the strands with an intimate tenderness. His eyes never left hers, locking her in a magnetic pull that dissolved any resistance before it could even form. Not that she had any intention of resisting.

His head dipped toward her, and with a gentle touch, he cupped her cheek, holding her still. His lips grazed hers in a featherlight caress, igniting a spark that left her breathless. Inthe periphery, she could still hear John’s voice narrating the scene, Nathan’s voice matching his instructions word for word, and her reaction just the same as that of her character.

There, in the middle of a small recording booth, sandwiched between two men, one seducing her with his voice and the other bewitching her with his touch, Felicity’s fantasy came to life. Nathan’s lips slowly pressed against hers, his tongue parting her lips, licking against them. His arm curved around her hips, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened.

It was exploratory and knowing. It was rife with demand and acquisition. Nathan demanded, and Felicity was powerless to do anything but submit. His effect on her wouldn’t have allowed her to turn away. The pleasure he gave her, the heat that rushed through her senses and swept over her body, was simply too addictive to deny.

It seemed more like a dream than reality.

Felicity’s breath caught sharply, sensation tearing through her, clenching in the depths of her newly awakened flesh, her clit throbbing. In the recess of her mind, she knew this should not be happening. She knew she should end it, beg for a few seconds to regain her senses, or at least part of it. But tearing herself away from him was all but impossible.

When Nathan lifted her in his arms, Felicity surrendered, allowing him to carry her out of the booth and toward the exit of the studio. They moved down the corridor, her face nestled against his chest, and she wasn’t surprised when he brought her into a bedroom. She wasn’t so naive that she didn’t know what was coming. When he pulled her closer, she was the one who rose onto her toes, pressing her lips to his.

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