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"It's just a name."
"How old are you?" He almost visibly squirms as he asks the question.
"I'm twenty-three." I don't hesitate. "You?"
"Thirty," he smirks. "Older, wiser."
"Not wiser." I shake my head slightly. "It's lovely to meet you, Nathan Moore."
"The pleasure is all mine, Jessica Roth."
Chapter 19
"So now what?" Rebecca pushes a piece of the frittata I made for breakfast onto a plate. "Are you two dating?"
"We're not doing anything, right now." I take a small bite of wheat toast.
"What? I thought he had an epiphany in the hotel lobby and you two were going to go steady." She throws me an exaggerated wink.
"I'm going to see him tonight to talk." I shrug my shoulders. Learning Nathan's name didn't offer much to me except for some extra information I garnered from Google after searching for him. He's a securities attorney, originally from Boston. There weren't even any images of him I could fawn over. The man still remained a tight-lipped mystery.
"You want something more than what you have with him, don't you?" The question pulls me back from my thoughts about everything Nathan hasn't shared with me.
"I want to weigh all my options," I skirt the real answer. After hearing his name and seeing a flash of vulnerability in his eyes, I wanted everything. I wanted to be the only woman in his life.
"I'm going to throw a little welcome to the city bash for Bryce next week, on Thursday. You up for that?" She points to the expansive living room of our apartment. "We could host here and you could cook."
"I can't on Thursday. I've got to cook dinner for Cassandra and some of her friends. Some surprise birthday thing."
"That sucks." She takes a hearty bite of food.
"Move the party to Friday and me and my culinary skills are all yours."
She only nods in response as she finishes her breakfast.
***
"We're going to talk after." His hand cups my ass through the thin fabric of my panties. "I have to fuck you, Jessica."
"You're insatiable." I haven't been in the room for more than three minutes and I can already feel his erection straining against the fabric of his pants.
"I wanted to talk." My protest is marred by the moan that escapes me as his fingers slide over my cleft. I'm wet. He can feel it. He's known it since I walked through the door.
"I haven't fucked anyone since you were here." It's abrasive and bold, but coming from him it's a tender confession.
"Have you thought about me?" I tease. I want this too. More than I can admit. I ache for his touch. I long to feel his cock inside of me, pushing me to the edge. I have to come. I need to.
He glides his lips across mine and I melt at the taste of his breath. He's so greedy. His tongue pushes between my lips as his finger traces a path over my moist fold. He's going to bring me to the edge with his fingers again, just like that first night.
"Nathan," I whimper. I know the impact on him when he hears me say his name.
"Yes," he growls into my mouth as he pulls back.
I glance down. He's pulling a condom from the pocket of his pants.
"You were ready." I reach down to unzip his pants.
"I knew I'd have to be inside you the minute you got here." He pulls out his cock and it falls, full and heavy into my hand.
