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“Will you at least be watching them naked?”
I shrug. “You’ll just have to wonder, maybe.”
He gives my ass a not-so-gentle slap, and I bite my lip. He’s mock-threatened to spank me a few times, and the idea of him tossing me over his lap and doing that to me turns me on.
“Maybe I’ll reprogram all of your favorites, so they show reality TV networks,” I say.
“You must want me to spank you,” he murmurs.
I smile up at him. “All talk and no action, Mr. Stone.”
He groans and squeezes my ass. “Teasing is definitely punishable by spanking.” I wiggle my ass beneath his hand, and he gives a snort of a laugh.
“When I get back,” he says. “I’m pretty sure you have a good spanking coming your way.” He cups my breasts, and I moan. “These might have a few smacks coming, too.” He lowers his mouth to one nipple, tugging it gently into his mouth, and then does the same with the other. He stands up straight and meets my eyes. “Rest up today. You’re going to need your energy later.” And then he kisses me, leaving me breathless and needy, and then gives me one more sexy smile before he walks out the door.
I shake my head and pull on one of Nathaniel’s button-down shirts, then make my way to the kitchen to find something for lunch. I’m absolutely starving, and if Nathaniel is to be believed (which I know he is) I’m going to need my energy later.
His penthouse is enormous, full of light from the big windows that look out over the city. Wood floors gleam, and the furniture is modern and expensive. A Jacuzzi is in one corner of the living room, near the windows. I blush as I remember the way he took me there, fucking me from behind as I braced my hands on the glass, telling me that anyone who happened to look this way would be able to see me, watch me being taken by him.
I shake my head and continue looking through the fridge. I end up settling on a plate of fruit and cheese, and I eat while looking around. It’s all very Nathaniel. Larger than life, refined, but with an undercurrent of wildness that very few get to see. The modern furniture and expensive art lives side by side with an almost ridiculous collection of swords and knives, which are displayed on one wall. The neat bedroom hides a whole lot of naughtiness, from the nipple clamps he used on me that morning to a collection of ropes and other sex toys I haven’t been brave enough to try yet.
I’m getting up to put my plate in the dishwasher when I hear the door open, and then, to my shock, a child’s laugh echoing down the marble-floored hallway from the foyer. I look down at myself, wearing only Nathaniel’s shirt, and start to make a mad dash for the bedroom.
I reach the living room when I realize it’s too late. A little boy and an older woman are standing there, looking at me. He’s maybe five years old, with dark hair and… hazel eyes.
“Hello,” I say, tugging at the bottom hem of the shirt. I’m glad Nathaniel is so much taller than I am.
“Hi,” the boy says. I glance at the woman.
“I’m terribly sorry, but I have a family emergency. Please pass my apologies along to Mr. Stone. I’ll see you soon, Micah,” she says, and then she’s gone, and it’s just the kid—Micah—and I left standing there.
“Um…” I begin.
“Do you know my dad?” he asks, and my heart sinks.
What the fuck is this? Nathaniel has a son? Does he have a wife tucked somewhere after all? Was all of this just a torrid affair?
Fuck. Am I the other woman?
I look at Micah, who’s studying me with big eyes that remind me far too much of his father’s. He seems unsure of me, and I can’t blame him.
I’ve been there.
Seven years old, walking into my dad’s office at his old job, surprising him with the muffins I’d made. I’d opened the door, and the first thing I’d seen was his secretary, Marlene, bent over his desk, my dad standing behind her, thrusting and grunting. Their focus hadn’t been on me, or the door, and I’d left before either of them realized I was there.
My mom had been waiting in the car for me.
I didn’t tell her. Didn’t even know what I’d seen, really, except to know that it was wrong. I’d never looked at my dad the same way again, and, a few years later, Mom had passed. I’ve never forgiven him.
I blink, forcing myself back to the present. This changes everything. I can’t continue our arrangement. I won’t fuck Nathaniel if there’s an innocent child in the mix who could be hurt by what we’re doing together.
A wife. He probably has a wife somewhere. Or a girlfriend. So not only am I being paid to sleep with him, whether he wanted to admit it or not, but I’m also probably a home wrecker.
I hate myself more than a little when the realization hits me.
“Where’s my dad?” Micah asks shyly.
“He’s at work. I’m going to go get dressed, and then I’ll take you to him. Okay?”
