Her head falls back on a laugh. I press my lips to her bare neck, kissing from her collarbone to her ear and then pressing my lips to hers.
“Do you want to know just how possessive I can get?”
Her eyes meet mine as she takes in a breath.
“Here?” she asks on a whisper.
My hand moves to the button on her shorts in response.
“You can tell me to stop,” I tell her.
“As if I’d ever want that.”
I flick her shorts open and jerk them down, turning her around.
I pull her back against me, sliding my hand around to her slink into the front of her panties.
She’s standing while I sit on the desk, but as soon as I slide a finger inside of her, her legs buckle, and she rests her weight on me.
“Do you like that?” I whisper in her ear.
She nods. “Yes, but I don’t want to play today. I just want you inside of me.”
I’d never refuse to give her what she wants, so with one hand still playing between her legs, I use the other to undo my pants. I lift off the desk enough to slide them off. I grab a condom from my wallet before they drop to the floor.
After I’ve rolled on the rubber, I stand, rotating her to face me. I pick her up, her legs wrapping around me. Then I back us up to the wall, and as soon as I find my footing, I adjust our bodies so I can slide inside her.
“Ohhhh,” she says as she takes all of me. “This angle is nice.”
“Nice?” I repeat. “What did I tell you about calling me nice?”
“Hmm, I don’t know,” she teases and bites her lip. “You might have to remind me.”
“Oh, I can’t do that.” I pull out only to slam back in.
I spend the next ten minutes making sure she never forgets what calling me nice will get her, and honestly, by the time we’re putting our clothes back on, I’m starting to think that she should call me nice more often.
“So, I was thinking of the new location and something we should add,” Simon says once Natalie and I are both seated back out in the open area.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Soundproof walls.”
Huh.
I guess Simon knows.
I sneak a look at Natalie. She and I both erupt into laughter.
“God,” he groans. “The honeymoon phase is the worst.”
“Only when it’s not you,” I say and pull Natalie close to kiss her forehead.
Simon calls this the honeymoon phase, but I have a feeling this is exactly how Natalie and I will always be together.
Carefree, happy, and falling quickly in love.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
