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He briefly set Suzanne down to open the door, then picked her up again and laid her on the couch.

"Nathan, your house is beautiful!" exclaimed the redhead. "It just needs a feminine touch," she added, looking at him unabashedly.

"I'll show you to your room," he said, ignoring her comment.

"Of course, although I wouldn't mind sharing the bed with you, handsome," she grinned, flashing all her teeth, and Suzanne clenched her teeth, furious.

"Let's go," he said coldly.

He left with her, leaving Suzanne behind, glaring at them furiously and hurt. Several minutes passed, and he didn't come back down, she began to fear the worst.

"He forgot about me to go with the obsessed crazy woman," she said to herself sadly.

"How could he not, with that woman by his side," she thought, reluctantly acknowledging that the redhead was very attractive.

"I have to get out of here," she whispered, taking out her cell phone.

She called a taxi and began to hobble towards the door, praying that the driver would be more patient than her grumpy "husband."

"A husband who brings a floozy into his house," she thought, annoyed.

The taxi arrived and honked, making Suzanne curse under her breath. She opened the door quickly, and just as she was about to step out, an arm firmly gripped her waist.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"I already told you I won't stay here with that woman," she tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he didn't let her move an inch.

The driver honked again, and Nathan grumbled impatiently. He picked Suzanne up and placed her back on the couch.

"Stay here or I'll be forced to tie you up," he warned sternly.

She huffed but obediently sat down, cursing her luck once again.

When Nathan returned, he found her lying on the couch, staring blankly. He approached her and started kissing her neck gently.

Suzanne pulled away, furrowing her brow.

"What do you want?" she asked as she sat up.

"You," he replied.

"Wasn't that woman enough for you?" She said, seeing that he was only wearing boxers.

Had he gone to see off the taxi driver in such attire?

"What are you talking about?"

"You know perfectly well."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he shrugged.

"You're not going to tell me that all the time you were with her, you were just chatting," she raised an eyebrow sarcastically.

His face darkened.

"I don't have to explain to you what I do, you're only here for a contract to please me," he spat.

He was very tired and not a patient man, nor did he like to give explanations to anyone.

She looked away, hurt.

He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom in silence; neither of them spoke.

Nathan entered the room and sat on the bed, taking Suzanne's injured foot and applying ointment delicately, as it was very swollen.

"Does it hurt?"

"A little."

"This will help reduce the swelling."

"Mmm."

"I don't know what to do with you, your attitude and mood swings drive me crazy."

"Then we're in the same boat, Mr. Bipolar," she said, and he just smiled.

"Come here, I'll help you out of that dress," he lifted her off the bed and, while holding her with one hand, undressed her with the other.

When the dress fell to the floor, he clenched his jaw at the sight of her sexy red lace lingerie. She looked so desirable that his mouth watered, and his member began to stir.

He laid her down on the bed, but when he tried to kiss her, she turned her face away.

"What's wrong?"

"I know I'm here for a simple contract to give you pleasure, as you said, but I refuse to have sex with you until you shower," she said seriously.

He looked at her with a furrowed brow.

"What's all this about now?"

"I know you were with that woman, and I won't accept being with you until you remove any trace of that slut from your body," she grimaced. "Also, brush your teeth. I won't kiss you until you do."

Nathan chuckled at her words.

Suzanne frowned, turning her back to him, but he pressed against her, making her feel his hard erection.

"Babe, I wasn't with her, I swear," he whispered in her ear.

"Yeah, right, and I'm stupid," she said sarcastically.

"Seriously, look at me, feel how hard you've made me," he took her hand, placing it on his length. She shivered. "Do you think if I had slept with her, I'd be here dying to make you mine? If I were interested in her, I wouldn't be here giving you explanations," he concluded.

He turned her around and straddled her, claiming her mouth with passion, and she couldn't resist this time.

That night there were no games of any kind; they just wanted to feel each other.

He began to kiss her eagerly, careful not to touch her injured foot. His caresses were desperate, and his wet tongue roamed eagerly through Suzanne's mouth, who gasped for air.

She caressed his back, completely surrendered to the sensations she was experiencing with Nathan, starting to tremble when he removed her panties, caressing her intimacy with reverence.

He massaged her clitoris with gentle, circular motions, causing Suzanne to close her eyes and sigh with pleasure.

"Do you like it?" he asked softly.

"Very much," she whispered hoarsely, and his body reacted even more.

Nathan pressed against her, making her feel on her abdomen what he was provoking, and the girl looked at him with a lascivious smile that took his breath away.

"You're insatiable, Nathan Strong," she said in a low voice, biting her lips as she looked at his erection.

He pressed even closer and kissed her, starting to penetrate her slowly.

"It's because you're tremendously addictive," he confessed, his hands tangled in her hair and he marked her neck, sucking with pleasure.

He kissed her again, devouring her, consuming her, pressing her against the mattress as if he wanted to pass through her, lifting one knee to her hip and plunging into her with force, eliciting moans, soft moans, and gasps everywhere.

He lacked hands to touch her, lips to kiss her, and more than one night to enjoy her.

"You're mine, Suzanne.”