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“How would I even do that? We were together the whole time.”

“This is what I'm talking about. I can't even trust you to tell me the truth.”

I gasp, taking a step back. “That's what I'm doing! I'm telling you the truth.”

My insistence breaks through to him slightly, but it's still clear that Nate needs more convincing.

“I can't do this.” He turns toward his clothes, but I step aside, letting him gather his things.

"You know what? Maybe you're right. This was a mistake."

Nate looks up, surprised by my calm tone. I continue dressing, my movements controlled despite the emotion I'm feeling. "It's just sex," he says.

"If that's all it is to you, then I won't bother you again," I say, my voice steady despite the pain in my chest. "I'm not here to chase you anymore, Nate. I grew out of that years ago."

My calm dignity seems to affect him more than anger would have. I finish dressing and head to the door, pausing to look back at him one last time.

"For what it's worth," I say softly, "I haven't been with anyone else since you. Not because I was waiting for you, but because I respected what we had enough not to settle for less. but obviously it’s just sex, and your wolf probably doesn’t remember me."

As I reach for the door handle, Nate suddenly moves across the room, turning me to face him with unexpected urgency.

The passion in his eyes is undeniable. My need for him matches the urgency in his touch.

Nate drags me back toward the bed and bends me over it. He spreads my legs apart, pushing my head into the sheets as he rams into me with his engorged member.

I howl in pleasure as he fucks me as hard as he can. Sparks fly through my body, as he fucks me ferally, pushing into me with so much force, it feels like my hips might shatter.

“This is what you want?” he asks, emphasizing each word with a thrust.

Taking all of him in, my fingers dig into the sheets. “Yes! Fuck me!”

Nate moves one hand to the small of my back and pushes down while the other one takes a handful of hair and tugs roughly.

My eyes go back into my head, feeling the whiplash from being fucked so hard. My body accepts the thrusts, but I know there's only so much I can take.

Pleasure rushes through me. Nate moves his hand from my waist, lifting it high into the air, before bringing it down on my ass with force. The pain registers as even more pleasure and I immediately wish for him to spank me harder.

Nate does so without being told, alternating the slapping sounds between his hips and hands. Nothing I've ever felt comes close to this. It feels like my body is on fire.

It's too much for me to take and I cum harder than I ever have in my life. All the strength in my body disappears immediately, and the last thing I remember is that the world is going black.

Chapter 7

NATE

“Mr. Barlow!”

I pause and turn around, watching a young guy in a suit rushing to meet me. I glare at him, hoping this will warn him to back off. He notices my expression and slows down.

“Yes?” I ask curtly.

I've seen him around before, but not enough to know who he is, and certainly not enough to care.

The office lobby is crowded with people, which isn't surprising on our typically busy workdays. I'm not early to work either, because getting out of bed has always been a struggle on its own.

“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Barlow. I was hoping you could help me with something.” He produces a bunch of papers I didn't notice him holding.

“I don't know who you are.”

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