Page 121 of An Inconvenient Marriage
To mark her as mine.
It didn’t take long for those small whimpers of hers to turn into long, slow moans.
Angling my hips, I worked her harder.
“Zach… ohhh.”
“That’s right. Say my name,mi diosa. Tell the world who’s making you feel good right now. Who you fucking belong to.”
“Yes,” she moaned again.
She was close. So was I.
I thrust deeper. “Who.” Thrust. “Do.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Belong to?”
“You. Zach, only you.”
“Good girl.” Flattening my front against her back, I reached around and pinched that tight bundle of nerves between her legs. “Now come for me.”
All it took was one more pinch and a few of those precise thrusts and she went flying off the edge. Crying out my name, she clenched around me until I came so hard my damn vision blurred.
It happened every single time. Like coming inside her was some sort of mystical experience.
Pulling out, I scooped her up and collapsed onto the chair. We were both still desperately trying to catch our breaths when Natalie dropped her head to my shoulder and laughed.
“You need to get a cleaning crew in here before you give the owner his keys back.”
Brushing my fingers over the side of her face, I tucked a few strands behind her ear. Those blue eyes found mine, and my heart stopped dead before it slammed against my ribs at an alarming speed.
I had feelings for this woman. Deep, deep feelings I swore I’d never have. And because I couldn’t voice them, I kissed her instead. With every stroke of her tongue against mine, the last pieces of my walls came crumbling down.
Crash.
Crash.
Crash.
Until it was just me and Natalie and the enormity of what I felt. I didn’t know what to do or what to say.
But one thing I knew for certain: I’d rather fucking die than let her walk away from me.
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Natalie
Deepbreathin.
Slow breath out.
My nerves had been shot since I’d left the house this morning. But now that I was on the sidewalk in front of House of DuBois, the tension inside my body reached an all-time high.
I can do this.
I took a step. The sketches I’d clutched to my chest when I’d gotten out of the car slipped from my grasp. Thankfully, I caught them before they could hit the ground. But that one small falter was enough to cross my wires.
My chest tingled, and my stomach bottomed out. The back of my throat grew dry, making it hard to swallow. My palms were sweaty and itchy, and I had an uncontrollable urge to turn around and get as far away from here as possible.
Of course, having my father’s voice in my ear, telling me how I would never amount to anything without him, didn’t help.
