Page 63 of Want You

She turned to him. “I still need to make a living, Nathan. I have bills, and this isn’t going to be a free upgrade.”

Nathan took her hands in his and looked at them for a while before he spoke. The sound of their breathing and the sporadic crack of the fire, the only sounds.

When he looked up, his face was set in a determined grimace. “I have been thinking about what I can do. I know I can’t go back in time and stand up to people, but I can use my money and name for something bigger than me. If that means helping to fund the legal stuff involved, I want to do that. I want to have counsel available to survivors who are passionate about seeing justice served. I want to see survivors get everything they need and I want to see abusers get what they deserve. I want the phrase ‘Boys will be boys’ to be outlawe⁠—”

Octavia sucked in a breath. “It was you.” Her eyes narrowed. “The article…”

He confirmed with a quick nod before carrying on. “I’m not doing this to make you happy, not entirely anyway. Of course I want you to be happy, Octavia, but this is something I need to do. It just so happens I have the perfect partner to do it with. If there is anyone you want to bring in, bring them in. Whatever you need from me, support in any way, including financial, I want to know and I want to help. This is bigger than my ego or your passion. This is about working to completely dismantle a system that breeds toxic culture. I don’t want the next generation to have these issues.”

Octavia looked down at their hands and took a deep breath. “I don’t want you to think that I want this relationship to get anything from you. Aside from orgasms, of course.” She looked up at him and grinned.

“I would never think that. Aside from the orgasms, you seem to really like those.”

“Was it the whole coming back night after night that gave me away?” She laughed.

He used the opportunity of her relaxing to pull her into his lap. “Yeah, maybe. May I remind you, beautiful, that I had to do a lot of work to convince you to stick around? I practically had to beg to get you to stay over. It would be weird if I suddenly thought you were in this for some kind of financial or professional gain.”

“It’s just that I’ve been accused of it before.”

Nathan stared back in shock because he couldn’t imagine anyone doing such a thing. “I’m not sure I believe that.”

“Well, in law school I was dating a guy with his name already on a law firm. He got it into his head that I was only with him because he had connections. We’ve only been doing this for like a month, Nathan. I was with Anthony for two years, and the last six months with him were hell.”

Nathan shifted so she was straddling his lap and then took her face between his hands. “I want you to listen to me. I’m not going to decide a year and a half into this that you’re only with me for my money. If you want, I’ll make a video saying that. I’ll write it down and sign it. I’ll do anything I can to prove to you that if this ends, it’s because you wanted out.” Bile rose in his throat at the thought of that day ever coming. A dip in his gut reminding him that it had almost come already.

His breath caught when her hands brushed across his abdomen. “I’d like to be on your team.” She offered a soft smile, and his body relaxed. That smile was like a shot of serotonin.

“Good.” He pressed kisses along her jaw, and Octavia tipped her head back, sighing as his lips moved down her neck.

Octavia rolled her hips, making Nathan hiss against her skin, his fingers sinking into the flesh of her thighs.

She ground down on him, adjusting enough so she could kiss him, sighing into his mouth when his hands slid around to cup her ass and pull her harder against his body.

“Fuck, baby.” He whimpered. “Stand up,” he ordered, tapping her thighs. She did as she was told without question, looking down at him as she rose.

Nathan tucked his fingers into the waist of her pants, tugged them down, and then tipped his head back against the couch.

She peered down at him and he licked his lips with anticipation. “Hop on, Autumn.”

At first he wasn’t sure she understood what he wanted, but after a couple seconds, her left knee settled on the couch, followed by the right, and then she lowered herself exactly the way he wanted.

It was in moments like this he couldn’t decide what he liked her riding more—his cock or his face. But if he was being honest, as long as it was him she was riding, he didn’t actually care. He’d happily take her any way he could. Forever, he thought. I want this for fucking ever.

Octavia gasped when he added a finger, curling it the way she liked as his tongue circled her clit. When she began to lift off his face, he tugged his hand free and hooked his hands around each thigh, holding her in place, pulling her down firmly against his mouth.

“Fuck.” She moaned, rolling her hips once more before she tensed and quaked above him.

Nathan held her there with his left hand while he reached down to take his aching cock from his pants, stroking himself while lapping up every drop of pleasure that dripped from her perfect cunt.

A couple of strokes was all it took before he came, spilling onto his hand and shirt and not giving a single fuck about the mess. It was hard to care about anything when he had his face buried in the woman of his dreams.

“Something smells amazing,” Octavia said as she wrapped her arms around him from behind.

Nathan laid the hand not stirring the pot over her hands, guiding them higher so they rested over his heart.

They stood like that, her arms around him, body pressed against his, breathing together while he slowly stirred the beef stew he’d made for dinner.

“Good shower?” he asked, leaning back and smiling when he felt her arms tighten further.