He just walks out the door.
Like ten minutes ago never happened. Tears burn the backs of my eyelids. I suddenly realize how naked I am, and how vulnerable.
What the hell was that?
Who is Taylor Pierce?
Did I just get used? Was it real for him?
Because it was real for me.
Chapter 17
Nathan
I lose track of what I’m doing because my mind drifts back to last night… to her.
To the way she felt underneath me.
It was immediate.
Mouth on mouth. Hands everywhere. She backed up without looking until she hit the counter. The soft sound she made when I lifted her, when she wrapped herself around me like she’d already decided.
There was no space to think.
No hesitation.
Just heat.
Skin against skin. Breath against breath. The way she moved with me instead of away—the way she didn’t hold back.
I remember the look in her eyes when I pushed her hair out of her face.
Focused.
Hungry.
Mine.
And when I lost control, she didn’t flinch. She matched it. Matched me.
It wasn’t gentle.
It was electric.
A knock on my office door snaps the moment in half. Sharp. Real.
I blink, dragged back to polished wood and paperwork.
My assistant cracks the door open. “Nathan? There’s a man here to see you. He doesn’t have an appointment.”
I run a hand through my hair, pulse still elevated. “Who?”
“He wouldn’t say.”
A second passes.
“Send him in.”
