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“I don’t love seaweed.” He shrugged. “The fish and rice are fine. Besides, it’s your favourite.”

“That doesn’t mean we have to have it, I can get sushi when I’m alone.”

His head snapped up and his gaze was so intense that she kind of wished the couch would absorb her. “Oh, there’s no more alone, babe.”

“Really? You’re going to eat every meal with me? Going to give up your career so you can stay home with me to have breakfast, lunch, and dinner?”

“If I can swing it, absolutely.”

“And if I won’t allow that?”

“I’m sorry, Octavia, but you’re stuck with me now.”

She glared back, setting her plate down on the coffee table. “I don’t even get a say?”

He followed her lead, setting his plate beside hers and stretching his long body across the space between them until she sank back and he hovered above her. “Octavia?”

She maintained defiant eye contact, despite her submissive posture. “What?

“Do you not want to be stuck with me?”

She didn’t want to admit that being stuck with him was all she wanted right now. She wanted to stay right here in this apartment for the foreseeable future doing every depraved thing she’d ever read about with this man. But she also knew this was the honeymoon phase. She didn’t know what he was like with the stress of playoffs looming or what he’d be like when he didn’t have the routine of the season. How he’d be when she still had to go to work and he had loads of free time. She hadn’t met his family and he hadn’t met her mom, sister, and nephew. They fucked a lot, but even meals had been few and far between.

“For now,” she admitted. “What if you get bored of me?”

He shook his head. “Not possible.”

“What if I get bored of you?”

“Unlikely.”

“What if your family hates me?”

“Unfathomable.”

“What if my family dislikes you?

“Inconceivable.”

“You’re mighty confident.”

He nodded, lowering himself so his body lined up flush with hers, his cock pressing into her thigh as it came to life. The fucking stamina of this man, she thought.

“I’m a very driven man, Octavia. I don’t waste time on things or relationships I don’t fully want to commit to.” He slid his hand down his body and freed his cock, then tugged her underwear to the side, running his fingers over her. “And I know without a shadow of a doubt, I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you.” He shifted and she gasped as the head of his cock pushed into her. “Early days or not, this pussy.” He drove into her and she released a moan that practically echoed through the room. “Every fucking sound out of that perfect mouth.” He rose on his elbows, pulled out, and slammed back in, causing her to choke out something that sounded like the gulf between pleasure and pain. “And every drop from you, is mine.”

CHAPTER 21

NATHAN

Octavia had insisted that she needed to go home because her work clothes were there and she definitely had to go to work the next morning. Nathan had told her that he knew people and they could just go buy her an entirely new wardrobe to keep at his place. She laughed as if he had been joking, but when he didn’t join her, she declined the offer with an eye roll and the insistence that no such thing would be happening.

Now he wandered around her living room, quietly studying the pictures on her mantle and books on her shelves. Getting a peek into her life the same way she’d already gotten into his. She’d convinced him to stay at her place tonight after he told her he didn’t want to sleep in his bed without her. And he had meant sleep. Despite how he’d carried himself and his bravado about taking it easy on her, the last two weeks and a sex marathon had worn him out. At this point, no ice would be cold enough and no shower would be hot enough to ease the soreness throughout his body. The orgasms definitely helped but those endorphins faded far too quickly to have any healing impact.

“So? Do you think you’ll survive a night here?” she asked, handing him a glass of water.

“I can survive just about anywhere, Autumn, especially if I’ve got water and you.”

She tilted her head, an amused look tugging at her lips. “No food?”