Page 156 of Unwritten Rules

THREE MONTHS LATER

“Come on! We’re going to be late, Nathaniel.”

“I’m almost done.” His reply is muffled through walls and the closed bedroom door.

I roll my eyes and check my lipstick in my handheld mirror. I can’t help but smirk at my over-the-top reflection.

Today is Bella North’s fourth birthday, and Caden is throwing her an elaborate superhero-themed party. When Liv told me, I’d immediately claimed the title of Wonder Woman for my own, and I’d gone to extreme lengths to look as close as possible to Gal Gadot in Wonder Woman 1984.

My skirt is indecently short, the bodice is ridiculously tight, and I can’t wait to see Nate’s face when he sees me.

There’s a scuffle and a thud from inside the bedroom of our Chelsea apartment – the one that used to be mine alone, but Nate had stayed over upon our return from New York. And he’d never left.

There’d been no conversations to be had on that front. After all, we’d been living in one another’s pockets for the last several years anyway, so we knew we’d be a perfect fit.

Returning to the UK had been bittersweet. Once I’d discovered Wetherby’s passing – and Nathaniel’s true parentage – I’d blamed myself for not being there to help him through. To be his rock, as he’s been mine for so many years before.

Nate had brought me to visit the Lake House, which he’d had signed into both of our names, where I’d been able to pay my respects to the man who’d accepted me and my love for his son, no questions asked.

Nathan Wetherby was a soul too good for this world, and I will be forever grateful for the man he helped to shape. The man I love beyond all reason.

“Okay. Don’t laugh, or I’ll withhold orgasms for a week.”

I snort as I hear him coming closer to where I’m not-so-patiently waiting. “I’ll make no promises! You should just tell me what costume you’ve gone with so that I can be mentally prepared—”

My words die on the tip of my tongue when my sexy-as-fuck man enters the kitchen, where I’m idling at the breakfast bar.

He stops dead, adopts a wide-legged stance, and rests his closed fists on his hips before puffing out his considerable chest.

“Does my cape look big in this?”

My very own Superman fills my vision, and I damn near salivate at the sight he presents.

His laughing eyes find my wide-open ones as I take him in from head to toe.

So. Freaking. Hot.

I exhale hard and literally fan myself. “I am one damn lucky lady!”

He quirks a brow, sheer devilment filling his features as he sidles closer. “You’re about to get very damn lucky, Hellcat.”

Worrying my bottom lip between my teeth, I blink coquettishly, sending him all the come-fuck-me eyes I can muster.

“Oh, am I really?”

I rest my palms on the top of the breakfast bar and push myself up until my ass is resting on the edge, my over-the-knee fuck-me Wonder Woman booted legs dangling off the side.

Running my forefinger from my knee along the inside of my thigh, I bring it high enough that I know he can see exactly what’s waiting for him.

“Blue silk, Hellcat. And that patch looks awfully damp…” He comes close enough to replace my fingers with his, running his digits over and back across the evidence of my arousal.

He purposefully brushes off my sensitive clit, and I jump.

“Oh, fuck, I’m so hot for you right now, Nathaniel.”

“This costume makes all the girls horny, I’ll have you know, baby.” His voice is filled with laughter, but tinged with straight-up desire.

I snort loudly, but he uses that moment to roughly tug my panties to one side and thrust two thick fingers into my wet core, turning my snort into a cry of pure pleasure.