“With me.”
That blush comes back, soft and bright.
I open the door for her.
She slips out, and I close it behind her before I drag her back in.
My office smells like her now.
My desk is a problem.
My cock is still hard enough to make sitting down a punishment.
I stand there for three full breaths, hands at my sides, jaw locked so tight it aches.
Then I turn toward the private bathroom.
The shower is cold when I step under it. It does not help.
Nothing helps.
I brace one hand against the tile and wrap the other around my cock, already hard, already aching, already ruined by the memory of Natalie on my desk with her dress bunched high and her mouth swollen from mine.
I should stop.
I do not.
I see her blue eyes. Feel her soft thighs around my hips. Hear the broken way she said my name when her hand rested over me and she finally understood what she does to my body.
My control snaps.
I come hard with her name caught in my throat, and I do not let it out. If I hear myself say it like that, I will know exactly how far gone I am.
The water runs cold over my shoulders while my breathing slows.
It still does not help.
Tomorrow, I take her to dinner.
This weekend, I take her to that wedding.
And soon, when I take Natalie Mullen for real, she will know exactly who she belongs to.
Chapter 6
Natalie
The next morning, I wake up tangled in my sheets, overheated, under-rested, and morally compromised by my own imagination.
It is five fifty.
I know this because the little digital clock on my nightstand is glowing the time at me like it personally disapproves of my life choices.
I slept for maybe an hour. Maybe two if we count the part where I drifted off and immediately dreamed about Jordan Richmond putting his hands on my waist again. The rest of the night was a blur of tossing, turning, rolling onto my stomach, rolling onto my back, pressing a pillow over my face, and remembering his mouth like my brain had been assigned a very specific punishment.
I have kissed before.
Wesley kissed me plenty of times when we were together. Sweet kisses at first, then awkward ones, then the kind that made me wonder if I was overthinking romance or if romance was overthinking me. We touched a few times too, mostly over clothes, mostly nervous and clumsy. I remember being curious. I remember wanting to want more.
