Chapter 28

KATE

"I'm fine," I said, smiling. He released my thighs, and I stood up. Turning off the shower, I knelt before him.

"Kate..."

"Please?" I looked at him with pleading eyes, feeling an intense urge to taste him.

"Do you know what to do?" He narrowed his eyes at me, breathless.

"I think you can help me with that," I said, biting my lip and giving a mischievous smile.

"Be careful; I'll still need my friend a lot."

"Same here," I whispered, gripping the base with my hand. He took a deep breath. I began making gentle motions, massaging the entire length, occasionally applying some pressure. I observed every reaction on his face.

"Damn... Kate." He stretched his arm, seeking support on the bathroom wall. I slid my thumb over the tip in circular motions.

"Am I doing well?" I looked at him with a smile. He nodded, his eyes half-closed. My desire to take him into my mouth was uncontrollable, so I did.

"Holy shit." He groaned as I enveloped the head with my mouth. I tasted him, and it was quickly becoming my favorite flavor. I tried to take him deeper. He struggled to breathe. When I withdrew from my mouth, he placed a hand on my head, groaning.

I slid my tongue from the base to the tip slowly, repeating the motion. Then I sucked on the tip, and he let out a deep moan, lifting his head. I was following a sequence: long sucks and provocative licks, always focusing on the head, large and pink, like a lollipop.

I wanted to see him lose control and unravel. He attempted to pull my head away, his lips forming a silent moan. But I didn't allow it. I tightened my grip a bit, increasing the pace with my hand and mouth. It felt so good.

"Damn," he said, panting. "Stop, Kate... I'm about to come."

I slowly sucked, disturbingly while rapidly stroking with my hand. "Stop, or I'll come in your mouth."

I didn't obey. I wanted this. I felt his body tremble, his cock pulsing in my mouth. He let out a growl, releasing his warm release.

As he tried to catch his breath, I swallowed everything and gave one final lick, cleaning the tip of his cock. Sucking you is already one of my favorite pastimes, Mr. Ryan.

"So, was I good?" I stood up, placing my hands on his chest.

"I've seen girls choke on this thing, so you were great."

"Jerk." I lightly hit his chest. "I don't want to hear about the women who've sucked you before."

"That was amazing, baby."

"You're saying that just to soften the fact that you're a jerk."

"No, I'm not. And we can add another first to our list, Miss Collins." He wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Does that mean I'd get a ten? On a scale where ten is the highest."

"Absolutely. But when I ask you to stop, you should stop. Okay?"

"Why? I was having fun watching you unravel," I said, biting my lip. "And I do love the way you taste."

"Girls never know when to stop."

"You don't like it because you weren't the one in control."

"Oh, I like it a lot, but if we look at it from another angle, from the angle where I was fucking that amazing little mouth, who was really in control?"

"These are the only moments you can imagine you're controlling me."

"You're starting to irritate me."

"And what are you going to do?" I caressed his chest, moving up to his shoulders.

"You love to tease me, don't you?"

I nodded, biting my lip.

"Do you really want me to fuck you until you're red?"

"I like that idea. But right now, I'm really exhausted."

The kiss led him under the shower, and he turned it on. We finished bathing and then returned to the bedroom. I lay down on the bed, tired.

"Don't you want to have something to drink?" he asked as he poured a glass of wine for himself.

"No, thank you."

My eyelids felt heavy. It became difficult to keep my eyes open. I saw him sit on the bed next to me, running his hand through my hair, before I finally fell asleep.


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NATHAN

I put on sleepwear and quickly checked my emails on the laptop. There was nothing important. I grabbed my phone before returning to her room. A damn voice in my head was tormenting me. What are you doing? You don't sleep with your team, and you don't spend the night with anyone just to sleep. It's just about sex, damn it. Just about sex.

I approached the bed. She was still asleep, lying on her stomach, the sheet covering only up to the curve of her butt, leaving her back exposed. The sight was enough to make me want to wake her up and fuck her again.

How could she get me hard so easily? Shit. How is it possible that I still want to fuck her after having done it just a few hours ago? And what the hell was that she did to me in the shower? How is it possible that it was one of the best experiences of my life? It's been years since the last time I stayed with someone for more than one night. My last and only serious relationship. Since then, it had just been a fuck with someone different from the previous time.

I'd never had this kind of problem before. Women aroused my desire, but after having sex with them, it vanished. It was supposed to be that way with her. When I saw her that night, sitting at that bar, I wanted to fuck her immediately. And I thought that after possessing her, the same thing would happen. But no. I didn't know what I was getting into.

First, how was I supposed to know she was a virgin? I'd never been with one. And I wouldn't have taken her to that hotel if I had known. But she convinced me easily. Of course, because I wanted her too. And it doesn't make sense that it was so good. These things had a reputation for being disasters. Did she feel the same that night?

She shifted, exposing her breasts. Her brown hair was tousled, and she must have dampened the bed after the shower. I looked at her breasts and felt like a stupid teenager excited about something forbidden. What the hell was happening to me? They were so perfect that they almost seemed fake. Round, firm, and large, with small pink nipples. I felt the urge to suck them.

I confess that sometimes I even forget how annoying and insolent she is. But she reminds me soon enough. Like today when she sat next to that jerk on the plane. She was definitely trying to annoy me, and she succeeded. I would have dragged her away if we weren't on that plane. John Kent is definitely not someone I want her to meet. A phony ladies' man. I had to restrain myself from punching that jerk's face.

Did she know I had ulterior motives in bringing her here? Being alone with her was the only thing I had wanted in the past few days. So, this trip came in handy. I planned to fuck her until I was satisfied and get her out of my system until I quenched this thirst I had for her once and for all. And as much as I felt like it wouldn't work, I had to try.

The only thing I wanted was to be at peace again. And peace is the only thing I haven't had since I met her. The past few weeks have been difficult, especially the nights. I've been waking up in the middle of the night, hard, even after masturbating before sleep, thinking about her. It's been hell. Mostly because I have to spend the day watching her walk around with that wonderful ass, unable to touch her.

She leaves me so confused. On one hand, having her work for me, being this fucking bitch, annoying, cheeky, and teasing that I hate, and on the other, this huge desire she makes me feel because she's so hot. What the hell is she doing to me? I hope this ends. She's making my life a living hell.

I lay down next to her and pulled her body close to mine. She settled against my chest, sleepy. Her skin against mine was enough to make my cock throb. Well, buddy, we'll have to calm down for now. I relaxed, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction, which bothered me like an itch deep in my mind.

She shifted on my chest, waking me up. The clock showed it was already past eight. I didn't have any work commitments today.

I tried to get up without waking her up, which was quite difficult with her on top of me. I slowly moved her body to the side. She was beautiful even in her sleep, with her messy hair.

After returning to my room, I took a shower and put on casual clothes. Before leaving, I checked if she was still asleep.