Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Her hand falls away from my arm and pushes against the coverlet to sit up. “My middle name? It’s Marie, why?”
“Mine is Davis. Dylan Davis Wolfson, after my maternal grandfather. Since my last name was going to be from my dad’s side, my mom wanted to make sure she had some of her family represented. I’m a lawyer, albeit one that is semi-retired, and I don’t believe in prenuptial agreements and you do.”
“I don’t believe in them. I just understand the need to get one.” She presses her lips together. “Now that we know each other’s middle names, does that mean we’re going at the right pace?”
“Seems to me that the right pace is whatever speed feels good for us. If we want to sleep together and meet each other’s families right away, then why not? Where’s the harm?”
Natalie seems to consider this. “Maybe it’s because we slept together”—she holds up her hand to stop my correction—”technically, we did sleep together, and we did…stuff,” she says, unable to say explicitly that I ate her out, jerked off on her stomach, fingered her, and then ate her out again. “But we didn’t do all of the stuff.”
“No penetration, which is fine. We’re the only ones in this boat, Natalie.” I put a finger under her chin. “We decide how fast or how slow we go. Just us.” I kiss her again then, part declaration, part promise, all love.
Maybe it’s because my mom had the health scare that I don’t care to waste time ‘getting to know’ someone. There’s chemistry between Natalie and me, an instant connection that I felt when I first laid eyes on her, and the more time I’ve spent with her, the more that bond has strengthened. She’s smart and she’s funny. She’s loyal and kind. My mother loved her. She doesn’t mind my average cooking. She’s more beautiful than a sunset and more interesting than a complicated pattern. I can see myself with her tomorrow and a hundred tomorrows after that.
I slide my hand down her back until it reaches her ass and then lift her onto my lap. My erection pushes against her two plush globes, wanting to be between them and inside of her silky wet heat, but there’s a resistance I sense from her. It’s not an obvious one, but it is still there, evident when she shifts away from the insistent pressure.
She still wants me, though. Her hands comb through my hair. Her lips press back against mine. Our tongues tangle. She releases a soft moan when I trace my mouth along her jawline and down her neck. Her head falls back when my hands cup her breasts and I thumb her taut nipples. There’s no objection when I push her back against the light-blue cotton sheets and ease her legs apart.
I nibble and lick and stroke until she flies apart, her toes curling into the bedding and her fingernails clawing at my shoulders. I rise up, fierce-eyed and heavy with want, pulling my shaft out and pumping white cum on her belly and tits. I rub it into her skin. “I want to own you, Natalie, yes, but I’ll wait until you’re ready to put that collar on.”
Chapter Eighteen
NATALIE
“This is bullshit.” Morris slams his hand down on the table. “It’s blackmail.” I feel a headache starting to form at his petulant behavior. Of course he’s trying to play the victim.
“If you pay it, she will sign a nondisclosure agreement and won’t testify. If she won’t testify, then the charges will be dropped,” I tell this asshat for the third time now. He should be thanking his lucky stars. This is the best outcome for him. He has the money. I don’t know why he’s putting up such a fight about it.
I was a touch relieved when we got a pre-suit email from the woman's lawyer. This would greatly simplify the preparation for the upcoming PR nightmare that I’d been working on most of my weekend going back and forth with Morris’s PR company drafting different statements to be ready to go to the press.
A darker part of me wishes she'd sue and run his ass through the mud so everyone would know who this man is, but she should do what makes her more comfortable. Unfortunately, whatever she chooses, it won’t matter where Morris is concerned. I’m sure he’ll be in the same boat again. He’s not the type to learn his lesson.
“It’s the principle of the matter. I didn’t do anything. It was an accident.” He throws his hands up in the air. I narrow my eyes on him to assess him more thoroughly. Is he more chaotic than normal? His eyes are wild. In the past, he’s been so laid back about everything. So sure and cocky that he has everything in the bag.