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Nathan woke up early in the morning and noticed that Suzanne was still sleeping in his arms.

He looked at her with a smile, which then turned into a grimace as he remembered her tears and how he had treated her. He didn't want to lose control again.

He didn't know how to act; it was difficult for him to understand his own emotions and therefore, he was unable to control them.

He saw that she was strong in many aspects, but there were other fragile ones that she didn't like to reveal. He loved seeing the smiling and sarcastic Suzanne from before they got involved in such an intimate way.

He tried to get up without waking her, but as soon as he slipped out of her arms, she opened her eyes.

"Good morning," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her.

"Good morning," she responded to his greeting, smiling still sleepily.

"It's still very early, go back to sleep for a while, baby," he asked, kissing her forehead.

"Only if you keep me company."

"That's an indecent invitation, Miss Peyton," he said playfully.

"It might be, Mr. Strong."

That was the last thing she said before he returned to her side and kissed her passionately.

Their clothes disappeared in a matter of seconds. Nathan felt an urgency for her, and he knew the feeling was mutual. The desire was palpable in the air and quickly wreaked havoc on both of them.

She had her legs around his hips while he left a trail of kisses on her neck and breasts, making her moan and sigh.

Slowly, he moved down to her center, leaving wet kisses in his wake that made her tremble.

"Spread your legs," he requested in a husky voice.

She did so without protest, in her current state she couldn't feel shame.

"Nathan," she moaned.

When he closed his mouth over her clitoris, she buried her hands in his hair while he pleasured her with his tongue, making her gasp loudly and arch upwards, desperate.

She writhed like crazy; the pleasure he provided made her head spin and made her moan louder, without restraint.

"You're so sweet," Nathan whispered.

"More," she moaned.

He spread her folds with his thumbs, giving himself deeper, wetter access. She frantically pulled his hair, but in the world of excitement they were in, Nathan felt no pain.

She moaned his name as she writhed, and that made him lose control.

He positioned himself above her and thrust into her in one swift motion, eliciting a new gasp from her.

Their bodies began to move in sync, their breaths labored, sweat streaming down their bodies. The slapping of their thrusts filled the room, which started to smell of sex.

He spread her legs wider, penetrating deeper and faster. Suzanne screamed his name, her eyes rolling back as she felt herself losing her mind from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Do you like it, love?" Nathan whispered. She looked at him, bewildered, and could only nod.

She couldn't believe what he had just called her. She wondered if it was just a product of the excitement.

He thrust relentlessly and firmly, loving the sound of her moans, her expressions, and how she touched his body with a mix of tenderness and desperation, trembling and panting.

They continued like this for several more minutes. Nathan felt he couldn't stop; electric currents began to concentrate in one place, and finally, he groaned, releasing and bringing them both to a shattering orgasm.

"This is what I call good morning sex," he thought as he lay beside her.

When they both managed to calm their breathing, he took her in his arms and carried her to the shower.

The shower, which started innocently, turned into a marathon of sex under the water, with their slippery bodies fitting together better than puzzle pieces.

Suzanne felt like she had died and gone to heaven.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, tenderly wrapping her in a towel.

"Yes, very," she whispered, embarrassed.

"You're very hungry this morning, baby," from his teasing smile, she knew he meant it in both senses.

"Nathan!" she scolded, blushing.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her fervently.

That was one of the things he loved most about her, that despite being a passionate woman, she still retained a touch of innocence.

When Suzanne entered the restaurant, she was already starving. She picked up the menu and read it for quite a while until she noticed something that made her frown.

The waitress was devouring Nathan with her eyes, and not only that, she smiled at him flirtatiously, as if she didn't exist.

"What do you have that's delicious on the menu?" he asked, reading distractedly.

"Well, if you were an option, I'm sure you'd be number one on the list, handsome," the girl said in a sensual tone.

Nathan looked up and smiled, just shaking his head.

That gesture made Suzanne grit her teeth, annoyed. Why didn't he say anything? Couldn't he see that she was being blatantly flirtatious? And right in front of her!

When the girl arrived with their order, she lingered too long and smiled at Nathan again, but he was staring at Suzanne, somewhat puzzled by her sudden paleness.

She could barely eat two bites before pushing the plate away in disgust.

"Why aren't you eating?" he asked, oblivious to the other girl's actions.

"I lost my appetite," she said, and Nathan could hear the irritation in her voice, wondering why.

"What 's wrong?"

"Didn't you hear what she said to you?" she said, pointing to the waitress, who hadn't taken her eyes off their table. "Ugh, what a shameless flirt."

"Who?"

"The one you smiled at!" she frowned, but it was due to the strange sensation in her stomach.

Her mouth was watering, but not because of the food in front of her.

"We'd better go," she requested, closing her eyes tightly.

"Are you sure, baby? You haven't eaten anything."

"Yes, please..."

Suzanne couldn't hold it any longer. She quickly got up from the table and covered her mouth as she felt something liquid and disgusting rise up her throat.