Page 66 of Just One Silver Fox

“You said you like to look,” she whispered against his skin.

Nate nodded. “Absolutely,” he said, strain in his voice.

“There’s a mirror on the wardrobe door,” she told him and felt him turn to look. She’d left the door open on purpose, intending to give him a view, but he hadn’t noticed. His cock got harder and she knew he was looking at the reflection of them locked together. She turned slightly so she could look too and smiled at the heat in his gaze.

This was making love. This was sex as a celebration and a mutual exchange of pleasure. This was what Nate had given her.

Sonia let her hand slide down his chest and gave him in a long slow caress that made him even harder. She wrapped her hand around him, kissing his mouth hungrily as she stroked the length of him. She smiled into their kiss when he made a little incoherent sound of pleasure, then she backed away again. She ran her other hand down his chest, her fingers spread wide and held his gaze for a moment. His eyes were shining, glimmering green and gold, his gaze intense and he was still, taut with expectation. He always gave her the choice and that made her heart melt. His gaze flicked from the mirror to her and back again, his satisfaction more than clear. Sonia smiled, shook her hair back, then bent to take him in her mouth.

Nate gasped and his grip tightened in her hair. He didn’t press her down or onward, though. Instead, he lifted his hand away. She saw him grip the counter instead and brace his feet against the floor, accepting whatever she chose to give.

He tasted clean and she could smell his cologne, as if he’d put a little on his thighs for her. His skin was warm and smooth, his body so firmly muscled that she might have been making love to a statue—except for the little shiver that passed through him when she flicked her tongue against him. She caressed him and heard him catch his breath, drove him onward until his hips were pumping involuntarily.

“Sonia!” he whispered.

She straightened and kissed his ear, seizing his hair and capturing his mouth with hers. “I want to hear you moan,” she whispered and his eyes opened to bright slits. She smoothed the condom over him, then caressed him some more, teasing him to a fever pitch.

“When you make that noise. Not before.”

“I can’t plan that.”

“Then maybe I should help,” he said, which was all the warning she had. Sonia found herself scooped up and sitting on the counter. Nate grinned at her as he seized one shoe, his thumb pressing against her instep. She smiled as she spread her thighs wide, inviting him to feast upon her. He did, without hesitation, gripping her buttocks and closing his mouth over her with a proprietary ease that thrilled her.

Instead of one time being enough, each time they were together, they learned more of each other. Each time, they gave each other more pleasure. Each time, their union became more compulsive, more glorious, more addictive. She leaned back against the counter, displaying herself to him with an abandon she’d never felt before.

This was what it felt like to make love.

This was what it felt like to be in love. Sonia’s heart swelled with the conviction of it.

Nate teased her with his teeth and his tongue and his lips until the heat rose beneath her skin. He tormented her until she was shivering and squirming, until she couldn’t bear it any more, until she wanted him to finish her off—then she looked at the reflection in the mirror. He was watching her. When their gazes collided, a jolt shot through her. Sonia heard herself make that noise. She gasped in surprise, but Nate lifted her into his arms, burying himself inside her.

He moaned in a most satisfactory way, then his eyes opened again.

“You really have to rethink this conviction that you’re not a temptress,” he said, his voice tight.

She had time to smile then he moved and the world spun as he drove himself against her. Sonia wrapped herself around him, claiming his mouth in a demanding kiss, using everything she had to drive him crazy and take him higher. The room became hotter, they were pressed together as if they might merge into one being and Sonia felt his heart pounding against her own chest. Then he rolled his hips, driving himself against her clitoris and she came with a roar, digging her nails into his shoulders and locking herself convulsively around him. He gave one last thrust, then he was coming with her, shaking with the force of his release as he held her tightly.

She couldn’t catch her breath right away. Nate put his forehead on her shoulder and exhaled, obviously trying to steady himself.

“It’s hard to believe something that feels this good is legal,” he said finally, his tone wry, and Sonia started to laugh.

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Nate was snaredin the spell Sonia didn’t even know she was casting, just as Marc Antony had been beguiled by Cleopatra.

And he didn’t want to do a damn thing about it—but enjoy.

He was going down, just like Marc Antony, spiraling toward a bad ending, but on this night, he just couldn’t care. He’d be heartbroken later.

Right now, there was Sonia, and she was a tigress.

They did it again in the shower, being sure that they were quick enough not to run out of hot water. Then they lounged on the chair with their wine, Nate in his briefs and Sonia in a silky kimono that she didn’t bother to belt. She was glowing with happiness and told him about the plans for the podcast. Nate just wanted to watch her, drink in her enthusiasm, and bask in the magic of this night. He didn’t need alcohol to feel drunk in her presence.

He wanted to commit every detail of it to memory.

To his pleasure, she left on the fairy lights when they went to bed, and she came to bed nude. “Because morning comes early,” she said with a slow and seductive kiss that had him thinking about another round sooner than that.

They slept with their legs entangled and Sonia’s lips curved in a smile. She’d reclaimed everything, to Nate’s thinking, and didn’t need him any longer.

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