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It had been at least a month, and I could feel myself stretching around the silicone. I moved faster, making myself wetter. But in my mind, it was Nathan’s mouth on me.
I could picture my fingers wrapped in his thick hair as I rocked into his face. Hear his grunts of pleasure as he licked along my skin. My body tighten; ecstasy racing through me at the idea.
My fantasy shifted, and I pictured straddling his lap. Sliding down on his cock and riding him. His hair would be disheveled for my touch. His hands would skim up my sides as I found my rhythm.
My fingers pressed harder on my clit as I played out the dream. In my imagination, it was him stretching me, pumping in and out of my pussy. I rolled my hips, hitting that spot inside me that had my legs shaking.
I could practically hear him calling me a good girl. Saying I was fucking gorgeous as I rode him. Demanding I come on his cock. His voice would be rough, not calm like it usually was, as he groaned in pleasure. Pleasure I caused.
My muscles snapped tight. My fingers moved hard and fast over my clit. I turned the vibrations up higher and I lost it.
Euphoria shot through my veins. My legs clamped together as my inner walls clenched. My body trembled as the orgasm slammed into me.
“Nathan.” I moaned his name as I imagined him grabbing my hips and thrusting into me.
My teeth cut into my lip. I sucked air into my lungs. A second later, my excitement vanished.
For the first time ever, doing this alone hadn’t been enough.
22
Nathan
The steam dissipated as I opened the bathroom door. I hadn’t seen much blood on my skin when I’d arrived home from Angelo’s. But the possibility had my shoulders tense. My body became itchy and tight, so I’d taken a shower to relieve the feeling.
I wiped away the last of the water, running the towel over my hair and chest. The lights twinkled in the sky from the penthouse windows. We owned a few luxury apartment buildings in the heart of the city.
Here we had a secure underground garage, a shooting range, and a gym. The floors above that had one-bedroom apartments that our men occupied. Above that were several penthouses.
The top was empty now that Vander and Grace had moved. Below them were Cole and his wife, Alessandra. Another vacant penthouse, previously used by Angelo, was one floor below me.
It seemed everyone was moving on. Soon it would only be me here.
I didn’t mind; I liked the quiet. Even still, an ache lingered near my heart. A feeling I couldn’t explain.
I tossed the towel into the hamper as I stepped into my walk-in closet. Grabbing a pair of boxers, I dressed quickly. When I was home, I preferred fewer clothes. There was always a tag that annoyed me. Or the fabric rubbed in the wrong way or had become broken down after too many washes. I found the sensations distracting.
A few seconds later, I was moving through my bedroom again. There wasn’t much décor in here. Just the basic king-sized bed, dresser, nightstand, and shelves for clothes in the closet.
Thick carpet cushioned my footsteps down the hall to the guest room. I pressed my thumb to the lock, and the door clicked open. The entire building was secured with fingerprint sensors, but I’d added it to my office as well.
Not because I was worried anyone would break in, but I liked the peace of knowing I wouldn’t be interrupted. I had a tendency to become hyper focused and when someone broke into that state; I was filled with a rage I couldn’t control.
The screens of my computer came to life as I shook the mouse, filling with images of Lark’s house. I needed privacy for another reason now.
Settling in the chair, I flicked through the different angles. Her house appeared quiet. Only the dim glow from the kitchen illuminated the main area. A strip of light from her bathroom cast across her bedroom. I spotted Lark in bed, moving like she was still waiting for sleep.
My breath eased when I saw her, safe and sound. I hadn’t received an alert from the security system, but anything could happen. I liked having my eyes on her. Knowing she was okay.
Guilt slid through my stomach as I switched the cameras again, getting a closeup of her face. Her lashes created a shadow over her cheeks, hiding the freckles I was obsessed with. I could see the wrinkles in her sweet lips. The rise and fall of her chest with each breath.
I had her permission. Well, for the most part. She didn’t have to know about the ones I’d installed before. The ones that gave me this view of her beautiful face. That let me hear her breathing.
Any lingering tension in my limbs disappeared as I listened to her. An overwhelming sense of calm washed through me. It seemed I didn’t even need to hear her voice anymore. I just needed to see her. This obsession was growing more intense by the minute.
Proving my point, instead of working, I reached for the book I’d left on my desk. A folded piece of paper marked where I’d been in the paperback. I’d swiped it from Lark’s house. Picking the one with the most worn binding, thinking it had the best odds of being her favorite.
My mouth went dry as I read about the two characters having sex. There was a love story of some kind, but I found myself drawn to the intimate scenes. They were detailed. Informative. Actually, I didn’t know if that was true, never having done anything like that. But they gave insight to my little Songbird and the things she liked.
