Chapter 147

KATE

He did it again. He used sex to distract me. We needed to talk. We have a lot to talk about. And why did I feel like he was hiding something from me? What could be so bad about his past that he didn't want to tell me?

*More talk and less sex, Kate. *

When I came back, he had left the couch and was sitting at the table, waiting for me. Giving me an orgasm wouldn't change the fact that he was keeping things from me. It would only make me forget momentarily. I sat down with a stern face.

"What happened to that smile?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I know what you did. But you're smart enough to know that you're only delaying the inevitable."

"No 'thank you'?"

"Do you really want to provoke me right now?"

"No. I want to fuck you."

Hearing him say those words was enough to make my body react. Staring at him became almost impossible, forcing me to look at my fingers.

"Enough, Nat. No more games."

"Sometimes I forget how selfish you can be."

The waiter interrupted us, bringing wine. He served it leisurely, making Nathan impatient, before leaving.

"Were you serious about paying to prevent us from becoming a tabloid headline or something?"

"Yes."

I took a sip of wine while he swirled his own glass in slow, circular motions, pondering.

"Was this a long time ago? Does that mean they know about..."

Damn it. Did they know we had an affair while he was my boss?

"It wasn't just once."

"Do they know?"

"My team takes care of that. Don't worry."

"Don't worry? This could ruin my career..."

"They sign a confidentiality agreement and erase any material. They can't violate the contract; there are consequences."

"And why do you trust that they won't?"

"They've been hounding me since I built my company from scratch; I wasn't kidding when I said I've already spent a few tens of millions. You don't need to worry."

"So you control everything that comes out about you?"

"Ninety percent of the time."

Wow. This was all crazy.

He took a sip of wine.

"So I really shouldn't worry, considering the number of women who came before me, and we know nothing about them."

It was true; the only ex-girlfriend was Mia, and the women who appeared next to him at events only once or twice, but no others publicly. How was that possible, considering all the affairs?

"We're back to this. Yes, I've been with many women, and I've never hidden that from you. Do we really need to go back to this? Why are you trying to start an argument so eagerly?"

"I'm not."

"You are. Fuck…," he sighed.

"I just want to talk."

"About something other than my past?"

"What's your plan? Hide it from me for as long as we last? I don't think you'll have to make much of an effort."

He closed his eyes, and his jaw tensed. He took a deep breath before looking at me again.

"You push me to the limit... Turned on and irritated. I'm trying... Fuck, I'm trying to control myself right now."

"That's the problem. You can only think about sex."

He laughed.

"You're right. You're there discussing something important while all I can think about is shutting up that annoying and bold mouth of yours by putting something in it," he said with a mischievous smile. Leaving me irritated and amazed, unsure if I was more taken aback by his dirty words or by not being taken seriously.

"Why do I even bother talking to you?"

"Fuck, I'm just trying to bring you to me... To this moment. I didn't have an argument in mind when I wanted to bring you here; that wasn't the plan. I just wanted to enjoy... Try, Kate, try, remember? Fuck, can we leave all this shit for at least a few hours?

Somehow, I didn't realize it was a terrible time for that. Then I realized how much of a jerk I was being. It's just dinner, Kate. I can forget about it. At least until tomorrow.

"Okay. I'm sorry."

"For being a bitch? Sure. After all, it wouldn't be you without a little daily dose."

"Sure, and you wouldn't be you if you didn't spend a hundred percent of your time thinking about fucking."

"Keep pretending you hate it." He winked before drinking more wine.

The food arrived, and the rest of the dinner was full of teasing. I ordered dessert while he stared at me with a look that told me not to do it because he wanted to leave.

My intention was just to make him even more impatient, and I succeeded.

When we got up to leave, he surprised me by offering his coat and helping me put it on over my shoulders. It was very gentlemanly, at least until we reached the elevator, where he pressed me against the wall, and I could feel that he was aroused against my stomach.

"Remind me why I shouldn't fuck you right here," he asked, holding my face with one hand.

"Because... you don't want to become the star of amateur elevator porn on the internet."

"I guess we don't want that, do we?"

The door opened, and he took my hand, leading me to the exit.




I only managed to step into the private elevator before he pressed his massive body against mine. We were both practically sweating from being so aroused due to all the foreplay since we left the restaurant.

He lifted my dress and grabbed my thighs before lifting me, pressing his cock against my sex. I moaned loudly. Fuck.

"More. I need more," I begged.

I needed him inside me.

The elevator doors opened, and he took a few steps, carrying me, and we exited the elevator before he pressed me against a wall in the apartment and pulled my dress off over my head.

The fabric of his pants was starting to irritate me, preventing him from sliding directly into me.

Before I could complain, I caught a glimpse of a black box with a silver bow on a side table near the hallway.

"What's that?"

It looked like a gift box.

"What?" he gasped, raising his face from my neck, and his eyes met mine.

I pointed at the box.

"I have no idea. Does it matter now?" he asked, looking puzzled.

"Someone might have sent you a present." I shrugged.

He closed his eyes and sighed in frustration.

"Don't start."

"Let's see. Let me go." He did so reluctantly.

I crossed my arms over my breasts and gestured for him to go ahead. I wasn't going to walk naked in front of him.

I followed him, walking until we approached the box.

There was a note that he picked up, along with a piece of paper indicating his name and address, probably stuck on the box at the last minute. Shit, I recognized that handwriting.

"It's not for you!" I hurried to say.

"What? It has my name and my address," he said, confused.

"It's from Mary. It's for me... She asked for your address earlier."

"Right. That makes sense," he said, analyzing the note before starting to read it out loud. *"So that you don't become too dependent on Rya... Asshole Ryan. Lisa made me write that last part. We love you. Enjoy your new friends. Love, Mary, and Lisa.*" He looked at me, waiting for an explanation.

"Long story."

"Shall we meet your new friends, then?"

"Nathan..."

"Open it."

Was he annoyed? I already knew what was in the box.

"We don't need to..."

"Open it, Kate."

"Okay."

I approached, untying the bow and removing the lid of the box.

Jesus! There was a black vibrator, as I imagined, but there was also something I hadn't thought of, which made my face blush.

I'm going to kill them. It was an anal plug, also black, with a jewel that looked like a diamond. I closed the box, embarrassed. It took me a few seconds to gather the courage to look at his face.

He was looking at me with an arched eyebrow. Taking my hands away from the box, he opened it again and picked up the vibrator.

"That makes sense," he said, taking the plug with his other hand. "But this... do you have something to tell me?"

"It's just a tasteless joke."

"Actually, it's quite opportune." His gaze met mine.

"What?"

"Where did we leave off?"

"No."

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes."

"You're not using that thing on me."

He smiled and returned the vibrator and the plug to the box.

"Don't you trust me?"

"This has nothing to do with trust."

"Then let me show you how pleasurable it can be." He took a step and held my chin.

"Nathan..."

He slid one of his hands between my legs, pressing my clit, while using the other to wrap around my waist.

"Don't worry... You'll be so turned on that you won't feel it... I'll make sure of that," he said, looking into my eyes before capturing my lips in a hungry kiss, increasing the pressure of his fingers and making me moan. "Fuck, I love this pussy," he said through gritted teeth, making my body tremble and my insides pulse for him.