Chapter 89
NATHAN
I woke up to the sound of what must have been running water coming from the bathroom.
"Kate?" I call out. She emerges from the bathroom door, and I prop myself up on my elbows, staring at her.
"Did I wake you up?" she asks. Why the hell is she dressed?
"What are you doing?"
"Going home."
"Now?"
"Do I need to remind you about my job?" She approaches and sits beside me.
"You don't have to worry about that."
"Don't say that, please."
"It's two in the morning, it's still early. I can't let you leave."
"If I stay, you won't let me truly sleep, will you?"
"The last thing I want to do when I'm with you is sleep."
"I know. I feel the same."
"Great."
"But I have to go."
"No. You don't." I sat up on the bed, pulling her by the nape of her neck and gazing into her large green eyes, feeling her breath quicken. Placing my other hand on her thigh, I slid it up her inner thigh. The most incredibly soft skin I've ever felt.
I watch her wet her lips and bite down on them. I want to feel her wet mouth around my cock. I want to be able to remember this later at work, while she's there, sitting behind that door. I move aside the flimsy fabric of her panties, sliding into her wetness. Fuck! She was already completely wet. I grip her chin.
"So, you want to leave?" She bites her lower lip as I press against her clit.
"Please," she moans, bending her legs and straddling me, then wrapping her arms around my neck. I kiss her neck and chin, moving my thumb in circles around her.
"Do you still want to leave?" She shakes her head. I glare at the damn dress that's preventing me from seeing and sucking on her breasts. My cock was already fully ready for her.
"Please," she begs desperately, almost riding my hand. "Don't be cruel." She tugs on my hair forcefully. I can't deny her anything, even if I wanted to. Sliding two fingers inside her, I feel her muscles deliciously clench around me.
She moans into my neck, thrusting her hips against my hand. I love when she begs, and I love knowing how much she needs me. "Nathan..." she moans before leaning in and kissing me, grinding against my fingers. So fucking good. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I increase the speed of my thrusts.
Gripping my neck, she presses my face against her breasts, moaning loudly. I lock eyes with her, sucking on one breast while she bites down on her lip with force.
"Are you not... are you?" I ask. Her narrowed eyes meet mine, and a devilish smile appears on her lips.
"Shhhh," she says, squeezing her eyes shut. She arches her back, gasping and bringing her arm to her lips to muffle a scream. I feel her legs tremble and her stomach tense as she tightly grips my shoulders. Damn.
"Are you kidding me?" I ask, amazed. She takes a slow breath, redirecting her attention to me, trying to calm her breathing.
"What?"
"It hasn't even been five minutes."
"It hasn't?" she asks, smiling.
"It hasn't even been three," I shrug.
"I love your look of someone who hasn't had enough sleep," she says, running her fingers through my hair and studying my face. "Are you annoyed?"
"Never. Perhaps impressed."
"Why did I come so fast?"
"Fast? That was a record."
"I think it's because I spent a good few minutes imagining the best way to wake you up," she says. Was she in the bathroom, fantasizing about waking me up? That's interesting.
"Tell me more."
"I have to go."
"What?" She laughs. I take her hand and guide it to my cock, pressing her fingers against me. "Do you think you're leaving before we finish this?" She smiles, leaning in and sucking my lip.
"Yes."
"You're mistaken. Now... you're going to be a good girl and suck me off." She closes her eyes, biting her lip.
"I would love to, but..."
"I'm not asking," she laughs.
"And what are you going to do? Force me?" she whispers, almost touching my lips.
"It wouldn't be hard."
"It's not that easy."
"Enough," I say, pressing her body against mine, sucking her lips, and plunging my tongue into her mouth. She tries to pull away.
"I have to go."
"I said enough."
"I'm not joking," she tries to get up, but I stop her, pressing her hips against me.
"Are you trying to annoy me?" I didn't need any more provocation; I was already hard.
"No. I just want to leave. Can you let go of me?"
"Do you really think you're leaving after making me come and leaving me like this?"
"Yes. You can take care of it yourself."
"But I don't want to."
"It's your only option." She tries to free herself.
"Enough with the teasing."
"It's not teasing."
"You're starting to genuinely annoy me."
"I want you to let me go."
"Is this serious? No."
"Are you going to violate me?" She raises an eyebrow, challenging me. I release her, giving up, and feel the blood warming in my veins. She's going to drive me insane.
"Are you trying to drive me crazy? Is this a joke?" I ask as she gets up.
"Maybe," she says, stepping into the hallway. I stand up to follow her.
"Do you think I can work like this? It doesn't help in business at all," I say as she walks down the corridor.
"In mine, it does."
"You know that what you're doing will have consequences," she sits on the living room couch to put on her shoes after grabbing her bag.
"Yes," she lifts her face, her gaze stopping at my erection.
"You don't want to do this. Just come back to bed," I know how much she wants to touch me, I can see it. She moans and comes closer.
"You almost made me change my mind. But I want you to be eager for the end of the day," she's going to drive me crazy wanting to fuck her, not just eager.
"I don't need that to want to fuck you all the time."
"I know."
"So?"
"I want to do this."
"You're just managing to irritate me, and you know it."
"I like that."
"Baby, I need you now."
"I have one request before I go."
"Are you even listening to me? Do you really think you can ask me for something?"
"Don't shave. Can you do that for me?" She slides her fingers along my neck and chin before kissing my face. I push her hand away, and she laughs. "See you later, Mr. Ryan." Damn, provocateur.
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