Page 39 of At Your Service
With a quick yank he ripped the beads free. At any other time, with someone different, this may have upset her. Tonight, coupled with the roller coaster of emotions she’d been feeling about him, the touch of the beads that empowered her sensuality rolling over her skin mixed with the passion swirling between them and the anticipation of more, caused her to come with a fierceness that left her breathless and trembling. Before she could recuperate, he’d moved up the length of her and was inside her, thrusting wildly.
The rush of sensations swirled through Nina like a tornado, twisting and hitting every part of her, even the part she’d never wanted to be touched. When he leaned forward, flattening his hands on either side of her to brace himself, her hands pressed against his chest. Her mouth opened as if she were going to say something. Tell him to stop because she felt overwhelmed with sensation and emotion? Or beg him to continue because it all felt so damn good?
It felt real. Too real.
She raised her legs and wrapped them around him, locking them in place.
“You,” he whispered before dropping his head to take her mouth. She slid her arms from his chest to cup his face and hold him to her, dragging her tongue over his, tilting her head to take the kiss deeper.
You. The one word echoed in her mind.You.Him. It was him. This warm feeling spreading throughout her chest was all because ofhim.
On a ragged moan, he pulled his mouth from hers as he moved in and out of her at a slower pace. The change was fast and intense, pleasure now building with his strokes in a slow, methodical rhythm that had her biting her bottom lip and dropping her arms to the bed and gripping the sheets. He eased over her again, this time scooping his arms beneath her to hold her firmly to him. His lips were right next to her ear as he thrust into her repeatedly. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him just as tightly as he was holding her, as if they were each afraid to let go.
“I want you, Nina.” He whispered those words over and over again.
She closed her eyes tight, savoring every syllable. “I want you, too.” It was a quiet admission, but an admission nonetheless. And it was real—his comment, her response, it was all real.
They came together in a storm of moans and sighs, bodies trembling and pressing together as if being any other way was not an option.
By Wednesday afternoon the following week Major was in a pretty foul mood.
In a month, Brand Integrated would go public and he still hadn’t told the rest of his family that he was significantly cutting his time at RGF and branching out on his own. The fake fiancée proposal would also be over. Desta had just sent an updated itinerary for the last activities he and Nina would complete together.
He sat back in his desk chair, moving his feet so the chair would spin slowly while he stared out the wall of windows in his office. With his hands clasped and resting on his lap, his mind whirled with the most pressing issues in his life at the moment. The fact that there should only be one pressing issue didn’t escape his notice.
But Nina Fuller was intertwined in his every thought in a way that he hadn’t anticipated. She’d been at his place, in his bed, since attending her first Gold family dinner. At night they fell asleep, cuddled in his bed, and in the morning, they awoke and moved around his bedroom and bathroom like a couple getting ready for work.
Each day had become a repeat of wake up, sex somewhere between the bedroom and bathroom, traveling to work together, then home again in the evening.
Home.
That’s what it’d felt like for the past week and a half, until now, it seemed permanent.
He spun the chair until he was once again facing his desk and could see the dual monitors with the business plan for Brand Integrated on one and the services offered by At Your Service on the other. Nina had pointed out what he’d already known and what had been floating in the back of his mind since before their first meeting.
The accessory hub Brand Integrated would offer was very similar to what her app provided. The only difference—and the one thing Major had repeatedly reminded himself of—was that his company did not retain vendors, nor did it plan to sell anything directly to the consumer. Their product—software and consultation services—was exclusively designed to benefit fashion houses.
But the similarity was still there, and it had been nagging at him for days. Their businesses were poised to clash big-time. His brow furrowed with the thought and he let out a little huff as he once again searched for a viable solution. There had to be one. There had to be a way for his business to coexist with hers without compromise or confusion, and he needed to find it before their planned breakup.
Or it could be the reason for the breakup.That thought came with a sharp sting to the center of his chest as he stopped moving in the chair and his frown deepened. Desta still hadn’t outlined what the final argument would be. The end of their engagement was coming quickly and he had no idea what it would be like. So what if it was the realization that their businesses would clash? Did that make sense? Was it believable? He sighed at the irony. It was the one thing that had come of their time together that was actually the truth.
A knock at the door jolted him out of his thoughts just as that pain in his chest started to spread.
“Hey, what’s up? Got a minute?” RJ opened the door without consent and walked in talking. He hiked up his slacks and took a seat in one of the chairs across from Major’s desk. “I need you to do something for me. You and Nina.”
His brother had his full attention the moment he mentioned her name.
“What?”
“Riley wants to meet with Dad and me in an hour at a proposed location for this expansion idea she’s got,” RJ said.
Deciding it was probably best for the moment to wrap his mind around something else, Major sat forward, resting his elbows on his desk. “Yeah, she copied me and Maurice on an email she sent earlier this week outlining her proposal. Her research and data pan out. An RGF-exclusive storefront in the city is a good idea. Lots of other fashion houses have one, especially overseas.”
“Look, I’m not totally opposed to the idea. So, Riley doesn’t need you to be her cheerleader,” RJ said with a sigh.
“That may be the one thing our sister has never needed. She’s always been capable of being her own biggest supporter, which is probably why she was able to fall in love with the family enemy and not bat an eye when we approached her about it.” Why his thoughts always returned to Riley and her relationship with Chaz, Major didn’t know. Perhaps he admired the fact that she’d found love, even though he didn’t believe in the concept himself.
“Ugh, that’s the last thing I want to talk about.”
