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Chapter 17
"Are you going to tell me about Boston?" I offer him a bite of my baked pretzel and he pulls off a large piece.
"What about Boston?" He chews on it before reaching to take the plastic cup filled with lemonade from my grasp.
My eyes follow a nanny with her two young charges as they race towards the entrance of the Central Park Zoo. "You said you'd explain why you don't look at your messages when you're in Boston."
He pulls the remaining pretzel from my grasp. "I'm starving. We should have gone for a sandwich."
"Don't divert." I push at him. "Meeting in the park at noon was your idea, not mine."
"I wanted to see your face." He taps me on the nose. "Work is a bitch right now."
I nod. "Boston." I push again.
"Boston." A slight grin pulls at the corner of his mouth. "This is why I ignore everything when I'm in Boston."
I watch in silence as he pulls his wallet from the inner pocket of his suit jacket.
He carefully opens one of the flaps to reveal two small pictures. He holds them up for me to gaze at. "This is Madison and this is Mackenzie."
I smile at the glowing faces of two children. "Your niece and nephew." I recognize their images from the picture that was in his apartment when Cassandra took me there. "I saw a picture of them on your mantel."
"The day Cassie took you in?" He drops his gaze to his pants, pulling softly on a loose thread.
"Yes." I wish I hadn't brought it up. I don't want to talk about her anymore. I don't want to talk about anything but the two of us.
"I don't miss her at all." His voice is quiet and raspy. "If you left me, I'd miss you so much."
I turn sharply to look at his face but he's staring into the distance. "I'm not going anywhere."
"I'm serious, Jessica." He pulls his eyes shut for a brief moment before he turns to look at me. "I'd miss you too much. You get that, don't you?"
"I get that," I reply quickly. "I do."
"Come over tonight." He pulls his lips across the bare skin of my shoulder. "I need you."
He's never said that. He needs me? "What's wrong?" I need to ask. I have to know. He doesn't open up like this. There aren't any small cracks in Nathan Moore's demeanor.
"Be there at eight. I'll be waiting for you." He reaches to pull my palm across his lips.
***
"Nathan," I gasp as he plunges his tongue inside of me. "Please. It's too much."
"Never." He cradles my ass off the bed, his mouth deftly close to coaxing yet another orgasm from deep within me.
My body is trembling, I'm covered in sweat, my hands gripping his bed sheets. "You have to stop."
"I can't stop." He angles my body higher so his tongue can probe me deeper. "I love the taste of you."
"I can't breathe." My hands dart to his hair, pulling on the soft strands. "Let me suck you off. Please."
"You're going to suck my cock." His breath tickles across my overly sensitive folds. "You're going to suck me until I come all over your body."
The raspy sound of his voice pushes me closer to the edge. I almost whimper from the sensation. I can't keep up. I can't do this. It's so much.
"You’re the sweetest little thing." He laps lazily at my clit, pulling it softly between his teeth. "I can't wait until my cock is buried inside you and you're clawing at my back."
