Part 22 (1/2)

”You are so getting spanked when we get home,” Nate whispers down to his plate and my thighs clench.

Holy s.h.i.+t.

Natalie's eyes narrow on Nate's face, but I shake my head at her, silently telling her that this is really okay.

”You don't like romantic s.h.i.+t,” Luke remarks and frowns at me.

”I don't like watching you lay the romantic s.h.i.+t on my best friend, pal. It's disgusting. This,” I gesture around the room with my hands, ”is not a movie. But I do like watching Zac Efron, Channing Tatum, and a number of other hot actors lay on the romantic s.h.i.+t in a movie. I have a v.a.g.i.n.a.”

”I'm aware,” Luke remarks earning a glare from Nate. ”Although, not first-hand,” he quickly adds.

”So,” I continue. ”If you could work on that, I'd appreciate it.”

”I'll see what I can do.” Luke smirks and drinks his wine, and Natalie winks at me. Olivia makes a squeaky noise, and I automatically lean over to her and plug her binky back in her little mouth.

”There you go, baby doll.”

Natalie smirks at me and I look over at her. ”What?”

”No babies, huh?” she murmurs, and all three of them look at me, Nate's eyes are molten grey.

”Don't be a b.i.t.c.h, Nat.”

”Just sayin'.”

Nate and I drove to Luke and Natalie's straight from work, so we drove separately. He's following me back to his place. I thought we should stay at mine since its closer, but he insisted we go back to his, so we stopped by the house so I could pack some clean clothes and drove on to his place.

I park in my spot in the parking garage, and wait for him to pull in alongside me. He takes my suitcase from me and I take his free hand, linking our fingers together as we walk to the elevator.

”Did you have a good time?” he asks.

”Of course. I always enjoy them. You?” As the elevator doors close he turns me into his arms and cups my face in his hands, pulling my lips up to his.

”I always enjoy them too, but I'm very glad to have you all to myself.”

”Yeah? What are you going to do with me?” I ask against his lips.

”I'm going to take a shower with you, and then I'm going to tie you to my bed and f.u.c.k you.”

Holy f.u.c.k.

”You're going to tie me?” I whisper, gazing into his bright grey eyes, clutching his upper arms in my hands. He removed his suit jacket and tie at Nat's place, and his white dress s.h.i.+rt is unb.u.t.toned to the top of his sternum and the sleeves are rolled to his elbows.

He's so s.e.xy.

”I am.” He nibbles the side of my lips, sending tingles straight down to my groin, and I moan. ”I'm going to tie you up and touch you everywhere. Kiss you everywhere. You.” Kiss. ”Are.” Kiss. ”Mine.”

I take a big, shaky breath and free his hair from the hair-tie, running my fingers through it. ”I love it when you talk to me like that.”

”Do you?” he asks as the elevator doors open and he leads me out, through the hall and into his apartment.

”You know I do.”

”I know that you're s.e.xy as f.u.c.k and I can't get enough of you. I know that I love how smart you are and I know that I never know what's going to come out of that f.u.c.kable mouth of yours.” He closes and locks the front door and leaves my suitcase at our feet, pulling me through the great room toward the bedroom.

I unb.u.t.ton his s.h.i.+rt, walking backward, and push it off his shoulders, letting it fall in the hallway. He unzips my skirt and it follows. By the time we cross the threshold into the master bedroom, we're naked, having left a trail of clothing behind us.

”Put your hair up,” He murmurs against my lips and turns away from me to start the water. I grab a hair tie from his vanity drawer and twist my hair up so it doesn't get wet. Nate comes out of the shower, grabs my hand and pulls me back in with him.

He pours my shower gel in his hands, rubs them together to lather them up, and begins cleaning me, my front first, down my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and stomach, between my legs, but only briefly, then up my sides to my armpits. I brace my hands on his hips and watch his handsome face as his eyes watch his hands roam my naked body.

”This is nice,” I murmur.

”Mmm,” he agrees. ”Turn around, please.”

I comply and hear him pour more gel in his hands, then he's rubbing my back, my shoulders and neck, ma.s.saging me. ”Oh, G.o.d, babe, that's good.”

He chuckles behind me. ”You're a little tense, sweetheart.”

”I have a stressful job. My boss is a tyrant.”

He slaps my a.s.s with a soapy hand and I yelp in surprise and then giggle. ”Okay, he's a s.e.xy tyrant.”

Nate begins ma.s.saging my low back and I support myself on my hands on the tile wall. G.o.d, he's good with his hands.

He circles down to my a.s.s and ma.s.sages my b.u.t.tocks, then slips a hand between the cheeks and into my folds.

”f.u.c.k, baby, you're so wet already.”

”Let me wash you.” He drops his hand and I turn around, the water is rinsing me as I soap him up and return the favor of the ma.s.sage, working on his back first. When he turns around, I lather up his muscled chest and six-pack stomach, over his left side, tracing the tattoo that falls down his side, over his lean hip and onto his thigh. The sleeve tattoo on his right arm also gets special attention, and I trace it over his shoulder and across his chest, around his nipple. I slide my hand down to his c.o.c.k, loving how it feels in my slippery hands and move up and down, watching those s.e.xy silver b.a.l.l.s in the tip as he grows in my hand.

”Enough.” His voice is low and ragged. He quickly rinses his skin in the hot water, turns it off, and leads me out to the bathroom, drying us both. He's so focused on me tonight; was.h.i.+ng me, drying me, as though he can't stop touching me.

Please don't ever stop touching me!

”Come on.” He takes my hand, pulls the sash off a white terrycloth robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, and leads me to the bed. The white headboard has slats in it, and I know that he's about to tie me up.

”I've never been tied before,” I whisper.

”Look at me,” he pulls my chin up so he can look deeply into my eyes. ”This is new to me too, baby. Let's try. If you don't like it, just say so, and I'll untie you. I promise, I won't hurt you.”

”You'd never hurt me.” I stand on my tip-toes so I can kiss him softly. ”Where do you want me?”

Chapter Twenty.

Nate wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me tightly against him, our naked flesh pressed together, and kisses me gently. His lips are soft, brus.h.i.+ng over mine, and then he takes it deeper, teasing my tongue with his. I wrap my arms around his waist and hold on, enjoying his warmth, thrilled at his hard erection pus.h.i.+ng against my belly.