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When he pulled into the driveway and parked, I got out immediately, before Nathaniel could come open my door and perform his usual charming acts of chivalry. I was too hot and bothered, aching for him the whole car ride, and I wanted to get inside the house as soon as possible.

He waited for me as I made my way around the front of the car, then took my hand and walked me up the pathway to the front door of his house. It was a modernist masterpiece sitting at the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean, with a rocky cove below.

After that interminably long car ride, Nathaniel lost his patience and grabbed me outside the front door, pulling me into a brief, passionate kiss that got my pulse racing and my head buzzing with anticipation at what we were about to do.

“Hurry,” I said, reminding him to unlock the door.

“Right.” He reluctantly let go of me, opened the door, and held it for me as I walked inside. Not a moment later, the door was shut, and Nathaniel had me pinned to the wall.

“Amelia, baby…” He kissed my lips, my jaw, down my neck and to my collarbone where I wore my new necklace. I was hanging onto him for dear life, awash in desire, feeling my arousal gathering between my thighs. “I’ve wanted to get you home all night,” he said, gazing at me with his golden-brown eyes, warm and dark and deep. “I missed you so much while I was away.”

His words only made my heart flutter and my core hotter. I rubbed my thighs together, seeking friction. “Missed”–I tried to speak but he kissed me again, hard–“you too.”

“How much?”

“What?”

“Did you touch yourself? While I was gone?”

“Yes,” I said, unbuttoning his shirt and running my hands across his broad, strong chest.

“Did you think of me when you came?”

“Yes,” I breathed, letting out a whine when Nathaniel’s hand came to fondle my breasts, his large palms squeezing me just right.

“Did you wish it was me making you come?”

“Yes, yes, I always wish it was you, always…”

“Fuck. Amelia. You have no idea what you do to me.” He leaned down then and scooped me up, marching me to the other side of the house and carrying me up the staircase to his bedroom.

It was sparse and modern, with a great big king bed in front of a polished headboard made of an exotic wood. The bed was covered in crisp white sheets, minimal and inviting.

Soon, I would be tangled up with Nathaniel in those sheets.

I was so ready for him, craving his touch and his perfect cock inside me, but the brief second that he took to kick off his shoes and slacks gave me a chance to glance over at the floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking the rocky cove below.

I wandered over to the glass.

He noticed me admiring the view, dark and illuminated by moonlight. The location of his home was secluded, but there were a few other houses with dim lights dotting the other side of the cliff, across the cove. I didn’t see any drapes or window coverings in Nathaniel’s bedroom, and I realized that the room was lit from the inside, with soft mood lighting in the corners.

No one could technically watch us; at least, not without serious binoculars and a very specific idea of where to point them. We were too far away from the other homes on the opposite side of the cove.

But the mere idea of it, even though the chance was so slim we’d be seen, gave me a certain electric thrill.

The instant I turned my gaze back to Nathaniel, he rushed up to me. Stripped down to his black briefs that were tented with his hard-on, he was all rippling muscle and manly scent.

“Do you like the idea of someone watching us, Amelia?” He trailed his thumb between my breasts, over the silk fabric of my new dress, and down to my navel.

I nodded, my breath coming shallow. “Yes,” I admitted. “It’s… only a fantasy. Nothing too extreme, just… the possibility of it.”

He stepped forward, crowding me until I backed up into the window.

“If this is your fantasy,” he said, voice low and a little bit dangerous, “then I’ll make it real.”

A shiver shot through my body.

Nathaniel bent down to my ankles and lifted the hem of my dress slowly–agonizingly slow–brushing his fingertips against my skin when he got to my hips, then up my ribcage. Finally, the dress came off and I was standing naked, wearing only the gold heels he had given me and the gorgeous diamond jewelry.

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