Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Without breaking our kiss, Nate lifts me onto the desk, my ass crushing and wrinkling the files under me. He pushes my skirt up to my hips, tugs my panties down my legs, and then drops to the ground, his head disappearing between my thighs.
I’m about to remind him that this was supposed to be quick, when his fingers part my lips and his tongue lands directly on my clit, making me throw my head back in pleasure.
I’m horny and sensitive, and I come so quickly that I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so busy wanting Nate inside me.
“Fuck, I love the way you come for me,” he says, helping me off the desk.
He kisses me again before he turns me around and gently runs his hand up my back, silently telling me to bend over.
The sound of him unzipping his pants fills the otherwise silent office, and then the cold air hits me when he lifts my skirt over my ass and spreads my legs.
“I’ve fantasized you just like this a million times,” he murmurs, “but none of them did you justice. Having you here, your ass and pussy bared for me.”
He goes quiet, and I wait with anticipation for what’s to come, knowing Nate is going to make it good. I was only with him for a short time in London, but I learned quickly that he doesn’t do anything half-assed, including pleasuring me.
His fingers wrap around my ponytail, and he tugs my head back as he carefully leans over me to whisper in my ear, “Now that I have you back, Princess, I’m never letting you go.”
And then he thrusts into me, filling me so deliciously full that we both moan in unison.
Fuck, I’ve missed this. Missed him.
He gives me a few seconds to adjust to him, and then he starts to move. While his thick length slides in and out of me, his hands are everywhere—gripping my hips, running along my back, tangled in my hair. It’s not often I can come from intercourse alone, but the way Nate’s hitting me in all the right places sends me straight over the edge.
As if he can sense it coming, he reaches around and covers my mouth with his hand, quieting my moans as my walls grip his cock, sending him right over the edge with me.
“You okay?” he asks, pulling out and spinning me around.
I glance down at the cum dripping down the inside of my thigh, and when I look up, I find him looking as well, his own eyes hooded with lust.
“Fuck, if you weren’t already carrying my baby, I would consider shoving my cum back inside you in hopes that you would end up pregnant.”
His words both shock me and turn me on. “Breeding kink much?” I half joke.
“Breeding what?” he asks, raising a questioning brow.
“In my romance books, some guys have breeding kinks,” I explain. “They want to get the heroine pregnant and enjoy…filling her with their cum.”
My cheeks heat as the words leave my mouth. It’s definitely easier to read a romance with a breeding kink than to explain it.
Nate’s gaze darkens slightly, and he nods slowly. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “I definitely have a breeding kink when it comes to you. Do you know how many times I considered not pulling out when we were together in London?”
“What?” I gasp. “So, this is your doing?” I point to my belly.
“Hey, I pulled out every time.” He smirks.
“Yeah, but apparently, you manifested this.”
“And I’m completely okay with that. I can’t wait to watch your belly grow with our baby. You’re only just starting to show, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re good for my ego,” I mutter. “Now, move so I can get cleaned up.”
Since I have a bathroom connected to my office, we use that, and then after packing up anything I might need for the weekend since we’ll be leaving town, we head out.
We’re almost to the elevators when my name is called.
I turn around and find Ana sauntering my way with a knowing grin on her face.
“Hello,” she says, extending her hand to Nate. “I’m Anastasia Parker. We haven’t officially met.”
“I’m Nathan Bradford,” Nate says, shaking her hand.
“Oh, I know who you are. You’re the man who knocked up my best friend and is taking her to Dallas instead of to my barbecue this weekend.”
“Ana!” I splutter, glaring at her.
But, of course, she ignores me, her eyes staying trained on Nate, who doesn’t look uncomfortable at all. If anything, he looks proud of himself.
“That would be me,” he says. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I look forward to working with you and Kingston as well as getting to know you on a personal level as Paige’s best friend.”
“Good,” Ana says. “Because as her best friend, I’m a bit protective of her.”