Page 80 of Exposed

She sighed as he rolled off her and lifted his phone. He let out a curse and his thumbs tapped against the screen. She had to tell him now. Last night, they’d both been too shaken and exhausted to talk about everything. But now, she needed to get it off her chest.

“Nate, I have to talk to you.”

He set the device back on the nightstand and came back to her. He fit easily into her arms… he fit everywhere. He nuzzled her neck and the coarse bristles on his jaw tickled her throat. She giggled and squirmed. “What about, babe?” he growled.

She squeezed his shoulder, stilling him. “It’s important.”

His brow creased and he shifted off her, bracing his head on his fist, his elbow bent on the pillow next to hers. He stared down at her and her heart stalled. She hated that he didn’t know what had happened with Carlos the other night. That he’d had to suffer through listening to them and have his imagination run wild.

“I didn’t get to finish telling you yesterday, but I never slept with Carlos.”

His knuckles dragged across her cheek and he smiled. “I never thought you did.”

“You listened to the whole thing?”

“Dylan called me down as soon as he realized what you guys were going to do.” His eyebrow rose skeptically.

Heat crept up her cheeks. “Dylan heard?”

He shrugged, his lips dipped nonchalantly. “Not really. I got there and took over once you got started. I didn’t listen long. But it sure sounded like things were getting carried away.”

She pushed the embarrassment from her mind and turned to face him. “It wasn’t, I promise. I slipped him the roofies and the rest was just kissing. He got pretty sloppy and tried to grope me, but with the drinks he’d already had, he passed out pretty quick.”

Nate snorted.

Maddie laughed, relief washed over her. “It was gross, but better than any other alternative. Still, I hope I can forget that night.”

A dark shadow crossed his face. He coasted his fingertips down her arm, stopping at her wrist where he lifted her hand,and brought her palm to his shaft. “I can help with that,” he ground out. She smiled and welcomed him into her hold, squeezing tightly and dragging on him until his eyes rolled back.

“Jesus,” he breathed softly. He fit himself over top of her, hooked his arm in the crook of her knee, and pressed into her, filling her in one stroke. Her breath caught and her legs fell open, begging for more. He closed the distance between their mouths, his wet, slick tongue moved past her teeth. He rocked against her, spreading her heat. He pulled away from her lips and buried his face in her neck, his tongue flicking over the sensitive flesh, mimicking his act only moments before.

She needed more. “Harder,” she gasped. A low rumble sounded in his throat as he gave her three long strokes, bringing her higher and higher. He drove deep, pressing against her clitoris. Her cries were rough and ragged as she clung to him, hanging on for dear life as her body pulsed violently. “Maddie,” he rasped in her ear. He pumped harder into her and his own release came, shaking them both.

Her muscles turned lax and her head throbbed deliciously as blood flow returned. She stroked her hand over his back and gave a soft chuckle. “This was the best morning I’ve had in a long time.”

He pushed up on his arms and stared down at her, his eyes shone with golden heat, warming her core. “It’d better be the best morning, period.”

She laughed and pleasure spread through her stronger than every orgasm he’d given her. Just being with him, being free, and not having to give a damn what anyone thought was the most liberating moment in her life.

Buzzz, buzzz, buzz…

Her eyebrows snapped down but before she could protest, he catapulted off her.

“Shit!” He half rolled off the bed, grabbed his phone, and yanked on his pants. Anxiety creased the lines of his face and worry clouded his eyes. He picked up her clothes from the floor and threw them at her. “Hurry, get dressed, he’s here.”

Her heart thundered in her ears as she scampered out of the bed. “Who’s here?” She stepped into her sweatpants and ran her hand through her hair. Where the hell was her bra?

Thump, thump, thump!

The hotel room door shook with each bang, the metal chain rattled against the wood. Nate roughly pulled his shirt on, her bra tumbled out of it, and he tossed it to her.

“Ethan.” A dark shadow crossed his face and her stomach flipped over.

“He’s here? How did he find us?” She squeaked.

He dragged a hand through his hair as she hooked her bra and fed her arms through the straps. “I called him yesterday when I couldn’t find you and confessed everything.”

Maddie rose to her toes and tugged a T-shirt on. “You what? Are you insane?”

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