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“Sounds like Detective Smith—” Bron started.
He froze, his body like a rock beneath mine, and I waited, unsure what to do. I hated the part when people found out who I was. They either didn’t believe me or wanted to give me tips on what I should write next. Whenever I was dating someone who didn’t know, at first it was okay. But later, well, it always became a point of contention in the relationship later. Either way, it made up for uncomfortable situations.
“Are you saying you write the Kindling Killers Series? You’re N. Leo?!”
“Guilty,” I murmured, getting ready to get out of the tub, but his hands tightened on my hips.
“Those are my favorite books, Nat! I’m completely obsessed with them.”
“I admit, I saw you had my latest on the coffee table,” I told him, and he grinned, kissing my nose.
“You know you’re a fucking genius, right, baby?” he asked, eyebrows raised, showing shocked delight.
“So, what about you?” I asked, but he was kissing my neck, and I was easily distracted.
I should have been ashamed, but all I could feel was heat and need. My body seemed to want more from Bron than even I knew I was capable of. His hard muscles felt incredible in the warm water as it lapped against our bodies. I turned, moving so my knees were on either side of him, my pussy rubbing up and down on his shaft.
“Fuck, Nat. Need you,” he grunted, slapping the table beside the bath for a familiar foil packet.
I could have saved him the trouble and told him I was clean, but that would be irresponsible. So, like a good girl, I moved up as he slipped the condom on, only to impale myself on his hard staff on the way back down. He was so deliciously thick, stretching my pussy so good. I could feel every vein and nuance of his dick stroking my walls as I started to move, and fuck, it felt good.
His hands gripped my breasts and squeezed them together and I arched him back, giving him better access to lick and bite the hard tips. I loved the feel of his teeth as he scraped them across my sensitized flesh and his greedy hands massaging and squeezing my tender flesh.
One of us must have kicked the plug free, and the water began to drain, but we were both too far gone to care. Straining against one another, it was almost empty by the time we wereboth coming, panting hard like marathon runners as pleasure the likes of which I had never felt exploded inside my veins.
We held each other until our breathing normalized, then he helped me stand, cleaning between my legs with a soft rag and dropping one hard kiss on my pussy lips telling my sex what a good girl it was for taking his cock so well. I swear, I never thought I would like a man to talk to me that way, or do something like that, but it made me want him all over again.
Bron was sex on legs, and he made me feel things I never felt before. He was right, this was addicting, and I loathed the weekend to end.
CHAPTER FOUR–BRON
After our bath, and subsequent sexing in the bathroom, the bedroom, and the kitchen. I made us an omelet to share, which we did in front of the fireplace. I was insatiable for her, and poor Nat didn’t even seem to realize this was a situation totally unique to her.
Both of us sat wrapped in a spare sheet Natalie had found in the closet. Neither one of us had bothered to get dressed after the first time we went at it like rabbits. Why would we? Besides, I liked this woman naked. In fact, I truly liked this woman. Period.
She was smart and sweet, and there was something undeniably sexy about the fact she was successful and still grounded in reality. She didn’t know who I was yet, and as the hours passed, that kind of felt like a lie. One I had to make right between us.
“Mm. Where did you learn to cook? I swear this is divine,” she moaned around a piece of egg and cheese, and I couldn’t help myself, I kissed her full mouth and all.
“Um, college. I learned to cook in college,” I said, willing my dick to get it together, but the fucking thing had a mind of its own when Nat was near me.
Shrugging, I opened my legs and pulled her back against me, taking the now empty dish from her and placing it on the coffee table next to my now signed copy of her most recent release. Beneath it sat a wastebasket filled with my most recent release as well.Bad joke. Ignore that.
Thank fuck the cabin had like a bajillion boxes of condoms in various sizes in the stock closet. I only ever had a couple on my person, but with Natalie, well, we were almost through one of those industrial sized boxes already.
“So, why are you here, Bron? What is it you do for a living? What is your last name?” Nat asked, giggling, and snuggling up to my chest.
I closed my arms around her, loving how she felt. This soft, sweet-smelling woman was driving me wild, and I didn’t know if telling her who I was would change all that. I hoped not.
“My name is Bron Beckett. I own and run Beckett Corp. And I’m here cause I just needed to be away from people sucking up to me because of who I am for the holidays?—”
“Who you are? Wait, you said Beckett Corp? You’re Bron Beckett of theBeckett Corp? Holy shit!” she gasped and sat up. Too far away from me, but fuck, it was inevitable.
“Easy, Nat,” I said softly, like I would when talking to a frightened wild animal.
“You should be at some Christmas Gala with some skinny Hollywood hoochie on your arm, not in a cabin in New Jersey with some chubby middle-aged writer! Ohmygawd, you lied to me. You used me!”
“Hey—did you say hoochie?” I asked with a grin, momentarily sidetracked.
