Page 37 of Just One Silver Fox

Her past was complicated.

Being with Nate was simple.

While he was gone, Sonia put the dishes in the sink to soak, then turned on the fairy lights. She turned out the other lights and left the blinds drawn. The sight made her smile, just as it always did. Her place looked like a magical cave where anything could happen.

Nate buzzed from the street and then he was at the door. His eyes lit with appreciation as he checked out the change and he smiled.

“It looks totally different.”

“Kind of magical,” Sonia said. “I like it like this at night.”

Nate stopped in front of her, met her gaze, then bent to kiss her. It was a slow sexy kiss, one that lit the fire again and had her arching against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Remember the list?” he asked finally, his gaze meeting hers. He was very serious.

“No sympathy sex or pity fucks. We’re all clear.”

Nate shook his head. “And no duty sex.” His eyes were lit by the reflection of the lights. “You don’t owe me anything. No obligations.”

“What if I want you?”

The corner of his mouth lifted in a crooked smile. “That’s all fair. But sex should be fun. It should be about mutual pleasure and satisfaction, not about paying debts or doing whatever you think you’re supposed to. You invited me to stay and I accepted. There’s no obligation beyond that for either of us.” He lifted a brow and Sonia remembered him stopping her from going down on him. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Sonia smiled. “Want another glass of wine?”

“That might eliminate the possibilities of double or nothing, at least in the immediate future.”

“There’s always the morning.”

“Ilovesex in the morning.”

“Me, too. It’s the best.”

Something flashed in his eyes, then Nate pulled her closer, capturing her lips with his own again. “I’m a sucker for a woman who knows what she wants,” he confessed when he lifted his head, his voice husky. “Tell me what else you like.”

“Cuddling. Red wine. Slow kisses.”

“I’ve got you covered. What else?” Nate picked up his phone and was scrolling through a list, looking for something. She thought for a minute that he was checking his texts, but then he gave her one of those mischievous sidelong glances and piano music started to play.

“Got to set the tone,” he said.

“A good dinner.” Sonia led him to the big chair and he scooped her up, sitting down with her in his lap.

“A great dinner,” he corrected. “Done and done.”

“Being pampered.”

“Working on it.” Nate poured the wine, topping their glasses, and they toasted each other.

“What about you?”

“Slow sex, but you know that already. That sound you make. Smart women.” He indicated her framed degree and license, both hanging by the door. “Tell me about those.”

Sonia was thrilled that he’d noticed. “I just got my registered therapist license this year.” She couldn’t keep from smiling with satisfaction.

“And the other?”

“My degree from Columbia. Psychology.”

“One leads to the other.”

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