Chapter 135

NATHAN

Her mouth wasn't dirty when she stood up to kiss me as I caught my breath. I could taste myself on her lips. She did it so naturally, it impressed me.

She climbed back up the island, while I was still breathing hard. I took a deep breath and did not delay in undressing her breasts. I couldn't take my eyes off them. I wanted to abuse them until I couldn't anymore. The skin was so soft and they were so big and perfect.

While playing with my fingers around one nipple, I noticed an almost invisible scar beneath the areola. How had I never noticed that before? It was almost imperceptible against her fair skin.

"What's this?" I asked.

She was breathing heavily as I looked into her face.

"Huh? What?"

"Surprisingly, I had never noticed... It looks like the remnants of a scar."

"Oh... yeah."

"That's it? I want to know how you got hurt here."

"I didn't hurt myself. When I was eighteen, I had breast reduction surgery."

"What? Are you kidding?"

She couldn't have. How was that possible?

"No, I'm not. I had other procedures done to make the scar disappear, but I guess they weren't perfect," she shrugged.

"Not that. Why would you do something so terrible?"

"Terrible?"

"Why refuse a gift from the gods? You were blessed with something like that, and you were simply ungrateful."

She laughed.

"I had my reasons."

"I doubt they were good enough to justify such ingratitude."

"They weren't proportional to my body, and there's also the effect of gravity."

"To hell with proportionality and gravity. How did I not know about this?"

"Well... I guess that wasn't in your file folder about me. You should choose your spies more carefully," she teased, sliding a finger across my chest. "They didn't check my medical records."

"Tell me you have a photo."

"A photo?" She asked, confused.

"I won't be able to sleep unless I know exactly what you ruined."

I would truly give anything to see how they were before.

"Ruined?" Her eyebrows furrowed with indignation.

"Don't take offense, but you weren't very smart in making that decision. It was completely unfortunate."

"You don't like them now?"

"Oh... I love them, but now I think I could love them even more."

"Idiot."

"Were they bigger? How is that possible? I can't imagine..."

"Enough. I want you to keep doing what you were doing."

"It seems there are still things I don't know about you, Collins."

"Shhh." She held my face in her hands before kissing me. "I need you," she whispered, her eyes pleading for me to touch her. "Please."

"You don't have to beg, baby."

I pulled her hips towards me and leaned down after spreading her legs. She leaned back slightly.

I kissed the soft, inner part of her thigh, then licked it, teasing her. I was almost ready for her again. Almost inaudible moans escaped from her throat.

I kissed all the places around her clitoris before kissing it, holding myself back from going insane and sinking inside her.

"Please..."

I didn't want to keep her waiting; I wanted to give her everything. I slid two fingers inside her while pressing on her clit.

I watched her reaction closely. She wouldn't last long; she kept moaning and begging.

"Do you want more?"

She squirmed in front of me. Her body trembled as I slid my tongue over her clit. She cursed loudly, writhing before her hands reached for my head.

"I want you now," she whispered as our gazes met. "Please..."
She was desperate.

I stood up and pulled her towards me, placing her legs around my hips. Her hand reached for my cock; her touch was enough to get me ready again.

She kissed me fervently, giving herself completely to me. And everything was driving me crazy. Her pleading lips, her breasts against my chest, and her hand wrapped around me. Damn. I tightly pressed her hips against me and pushed her hand away, soon finding myself inside her. God! I wanted to stay like that forever. So hot and wet. She moaned into my mouth.

I could barely think, only heading toward the abyss as I thrust into her forcefully. I reached for her neck with one hand and squeezed it slightly. She didn't complain; she was breathing more heavily.

"I'm going to..."

Her eyes closed, and I felt her tighten around me as she bit her lip hard, her legs trembling. Her body trembled. I reluctantly had to stop moving to hold her. She passed out for a few seconds, and then her eyes opened again.

Her lips tried to reach mine, but I simply turned her around, making her lean against the marble of the island.

"Nathan..."

"Not now."

No. I couldn't let her ask me to stop or ask for some time. I couldn't wait anymore. I just held her hair with one hand and her hips with the other and entered her again.

"Fuck..." She moaned loudly. "No... no."

I continued taking what was mine; her moans and screams only encouraged me, bringing me closer. Fast, strong, and deep. Hot and wet. Those were the only things I could think of. I was sweaty, and the smell of sex was intoxicating.

My body was getting heavy, and my muscles were tense. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sensation of ecstasy, moving my hips as long as I could. She was moaning a lot; I could hear the muffled sound beneath the noise of my heavy breathing and accelerated heartbeat.

She was whimpering. Moaning. My name. My fucking name.

"Nathan, please..."

Was she asking me to stop? I didn't understand, but her voice was enough to make me explode, coming so intensely that my legs almost gave in. I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned over her body.

I wished I were in my bed, as I wouldn't have to move anymore, and I would surely pass out. But I wasn't. I gathered the strength to try to lift her and take us to the sofa.

"It's okay," she whispered, and took my hand, leading me there. I lay down, and then she lay on my chest.



KATE


"Hi," I said as he opened his eyes, while stroking his hair.

"Hi," he smiled. "Thank you."

"For what exactly?"

"For everything."

"You're welcome, Mr. Ryan. Thank you too..."

"Anytime," he caressed my cheek.

"We need to talk about something."

"Aren't you sleepy?"

"A little tired."

"And what would be so important?"

"First, promise me you'll be rational and understanding."

He narrowed his eyes.

"What are you plotting?"

"Promise."

"I'm always rational."

"And understanding?"

"Go ahead."

I hesitated a bit before finally speaking.

"I have a work trip next week."

"A trip?"

I got up from his chest and sat down.

"Vancouver, we'll leave on Thursday and come back on Saturday."

"'We will?'"

"Yes, me and my boss."

"No way."

"It's not a request, Ryan."

"Is that how you want to make this work? Traveling alone with another man?"

"Nat is my job. You need to trust me."

"I trust you. But I can't say the same about your boss."

"Please, Ryan, don't be ridiculous. I work with him every day."

"I used to be your boss."

"Don't make comparisons. That was low."

"No. This is not going to happen."

"I have to repeat that it's not a request for permission."

"It's your choice. If you understand what I mean."

He got up and headed toward the bedroom.

"So mature, Ryan! Is that it? You're just going to walk away?"

Damn. He ignored me and kept walking, passing through the door at the end of the hallway, still naked. Just what I needed... another problem.

Well, that was undeniable. I would let him throw a tantrum and wait for it to pass. I got up, feeling a bit dizzy. Shit. I walked slowly to his room. He was in the shower. I lay down on the bed.

I ended up dozing off and woke up to the sound of his phone. He was coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and the sight instantly aroused me. I squeezed my thighs. A slight pain between my legs reminded me that I wasn't ready for another round. He was staring at his phone as it rang.

"Who is it?" I asked drowsily.
He ignored me once again as if I wasn't there. "You're going to keep ignoring me, great."

"Just until you make a decision."

"What decision? Choosing between my possessive boyfriend or my job? Well, I'd better go home if that's the decision."

He inhaled with irritation and went into the closet. I had to work early. I wasn't going to stay here and put up with his stupid tantrum.