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When he’s done, he pulls out and staggers backward, falling into his chair. His face flushes, and his eyes say everything. “Holy fuck, Kerry! When did you learn to do that?”
“Now, with you and only you.” I roll onto my stomach, pull up my ankles behind me, and bat my eyelashes at him.
“You’re perfect, fucking perfect.” He inhales deeply and stands up before kissing me softly. I roll to my side, and then onto my back when his face remains so close to mine. My knees fall apart, and Nate dips his hand in-between, feeling me, pressing inside. He mouths, “Oh my god,” and looks down at me.
I smile up at him. “That was really hot.”
“Coming in your mouth made you this wet?”
I nod and tug at his waist. “Can it be my turn again?”
Nate climbs on top of the desk and pins me down. With his hands on my wrists, he dips his face to mine, sweeping his lips across mine. “Fuck, yeah. It can be your turn for the rest of the night.”
CHAPTER 6
By the time I leave Nate’s office, we manage to fuck on the desk, the floor, the chair, and against the bookcase. There’s nowhere he can look in there and not think about me. That wasn’t my intention, but it makes me smile when I wake up the next morning. The sun fills the room, and I have my arm draped over my face.
Chel
sey is curling her hair in front of the mirror. “You were out late.” She says it flatly. Things have been weird since I hog-tied her then saved her ass. She’s not mean, but it’s like she doesn’t know how to be nice. She’s curt and sounds annoyed.
“So.”
“New boyfriend?”
“No.”
“That’s too bad. That other one was a jerk. I can’t believe he did that to you. I’m sorry, by the way—about inviting him here. I shouldn’t have.” She sets down the curling iron and looks over at me, her makeup fully applied. She’s a beautiful woman when she's not being bitchy.
“Thanks.” It means a lot that she’s apologizing.
“You deserve someone great. You really do. I’m not just saying that.”
“I know, Chelsey.” I sit up and stretch. I’m wearing a t-shirt and track shorts from the PE department.
She smiles cautiously at me, then points to my closet. “I wanted to talk to you last night, but you weren’t here, so I just went ahead and did it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Look in your closet.” She gets up and gathers her books. “I have to run. It’s an I’m-sorry-gift. You can’t say no.” She’s out the door before I can get across the room.
When I pull open the doors to my wardrobe, it’s filled with clothes. I lift out a designer sundress, tags still on. It’s my size, in my favorite color. I shift through the hangers and notice that these are all things I would wear, in styles I like, made of fabric I adore. Chelsey didn’t haphazardly throw this together. She must have looked at my Pinterest page and pulled ideas before she went shopping. There’s easily five grand worth of clothing here, plus shoes.
I pull open a dresser drawer and find bras and panties—matching sets. Some are highly functional while others are soft and pretty. On top is a card. I pick it up and rip it open.
I’m sorry I was such a bitch. This doesn’t make up for it, but I know you lost your clothes, and I destroyed what you had left. I hope we can start over. If not, I understand. Just know I’m starting over with everyone. Thanks for introducing me to Kevin. That alone has changed my life.
Chelsey
I blink at the letter, shocked. “Holy crap! Are flying pigs skiing in Hell today or what?”
I smile and grab my bath bucket. As I head down the hall, I run into Beth. She’s leaving the bathroom as I’m heading in. She lifts one eyebrow and cautiously says, “Hey.”
“Hey,” I echo softly, letting my head tip to the side. “How are you?”
She shrugs. “Fine, I guess.” Beth starts to walk away.
I turn and call after her, “Cake and drinks tonight? My treat?”
