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"You know what the benefitsof heat waves are?" Natalie asked the next morning.
"No, enlighten me." We were both buck naked, drinking our morning coffee.
“We don't have to wear any clothes."
"We can do that even with the AC at the hotel. How come this place doesn't have any?"
She shrugged. "The owner doesn't want to invest in it. I guess it's one of the reasons why people didn't want to rent it. It was empty for a while before I rented it. The place where I lived before had all the comforts, but it was far too expensive after I got fired.”
Fuck this. I wanted to provide all the comforts money could buy for her. It would be my privilege.
“Did you and Vince live together?”
“No, we never took that step. Thank goodness.”
I stepped closer to her and traced a straight line from her shoulder blade to her right ass cheek, palming it.
She grinned. "I see you’re becoming a fan of the no-AC life as well."
"It does have perks," I admitted, kissing her shoulder.
"By the way," she said, looking sideways at me, "you haven't been on a retreat to Martha's Vineyard since you moved to Boston."
"True." I didn't take a step back as I turned her around by her hips. Her breasts were against my skin. "Is that a hint that you want to go?"
She pursed her lips. "No, I don't think it would be possible. Most of the events at the company are on Friday evenings, and the two gigs I have coming up are on weekends. But you can go. I don't want to mess with your retreat."
"I haven’t needed it since I met you."
Her mouth formed anO. "Why not?"
I drew my fingers across her mouth, kissing at her lower lip, sucking in a few drops of coffee.
"I don't know, Natalie. I think I was searching for something before, and I wasn't sure what it was. But right now I have everything I need. I have you. We can go to Martha's whenever you have time, but I have no desire to go there alone."
"Jake," she murmured, putting down her cup of coffee as I placed my arms around her. "God. I can't believe it. I'm already sweaty. How can you hug me like that?"
"I happen to like you when you're sweaty," I said. I kissed along her jawline before descending to her neck. She tasted salty, but I liked it. "I like the scent of your skin. It's sweet and salty and delicious." I drew the tip of my nose up her neck and then bit at her earlobe. She gasped, rolling her hips, pushing her pubic bone straight against my cock.
"I like spending the weekends with you," she admitted, "especially after having events."
"They take a lot out of you, huh?" I asked, taking a step back as the coffee machine started making whirring noises. It was doing its cleanup process.
"I know, but I love them so much. Just between you and me, I'm enjoying this much more than what I did before. I definitely chose the wrong degree."
I liked where this was going, but I didn't want to put any pressure on her. "Have you thought about changing careers altogether?"
"I have, yes. But honestly, I think it would disappoint my parents tremendously. They’re so proud that I went to college, that I got a 'serious degree,' as they call it. I'm proud of it too."
"Look, I haven't met your parents, but from what you told me about them, I think they would eventually understand, even if they might not react well in the beginning."
"I'll see how the applications go," she murmured.
A vibrating sound in the room startled both of us.
"That's my phone," she said, picking it up from the kitchen table. "I don't have the number saved. It could be one of the companies I applied to."
“On a Saturday?" I asked skeptically.
