“Nate.” Her pleading tone has my cock twitching to life again. I drag my teeth over the damp fabric and gently bite down on her clit.
She whimpers, and I go on teasing her through her panties, my tongue and teeth lashing at her sensitive flesh.
She places one hand on my head, threading her fingers through my hair and tugging at the roots. With the other, she attempts to pull her panties out of the way and tries to ride my face. I catch her wrist and hold it in place while I continue feasting on her through the damp fabric that separates my mouth from her. “Nate!”
I smile, glancing up at her. “This not enough for you?”
She shakes her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. “No.”
Taking pity on her, I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties. “Shall we get these off you?”
“Y-yes.” Her fingers join mine, and she tugs at the fabric along with me. We get them off, and I return her feet to their position on the arms of my chair.
I run my pointer finger along her wet center, so pink and inviting and ready for me. Holding it up, I show her the arousal collected on the tip. “So wet, corazón.”
She bites down on her lip. “Uh-huh.”
I bend my head to the apex of her thighs and inhale. “And so fucking sweet.”
“Please, Nate.”
Fuck me, I love the way she begs. My tongue follows the same path my finger just took, and her creamy taste coats my tongue. I have no idea how I’m going to survive without this for three whole days when I can barely go twelve hours without a part of me inside a part of her. She tastes like she was made for me.
“Holy shit,” she rasps, her tits heaving as she bucks her hips against my greedy mouth, and all thoughts of teasing her any further leave my brain in a rush. I eat her pussy like I’m a starving man eating his first meal in months, all tongue and teeth and lips, taking what I can from her, drinking in every delicious drop as I bring her to the edge of the abyss. Her legs tremble violently, thighs shaking as her clit pulses in my mouth like it has its own heartbeat. My cock is hard again, weeping and ready to take her as soon as I’m done with my feast.
I graze my teeth over her clit and rim the swollen bud of flesh with my tongue. Her climax spirals through her, tearing a guttural cry from her throat. She’s still shaking when I stand, wrap her slender legs around my waist, and line the tip of my cock at her soaking entrance before driving inside her. Her teeth chatter and her head hangs back between her shoulder blades as she takes everything I give her. But it’s not enough. I want her in my arms when she comes apart for me again. Pulling her up, I wrap my arms around her, banding her tightly to me. She responds in kind, clinging to me like she never intends to let me go. Pulling out slowly, I let her feel every inch she’s losing, and she hisses out a breath.
I press my forehead against hers. “Will you miss me, corazón?”
“You know I will.”
I do know that, and the knowledge burns through my veins, along with my need to own her. I sink back inside her, bottoming out in one smooth thrust. I don’t want to leave her. Not for three hours, let alone three days. This right here is the only place I want to be for the rest of my life.
She claws at my neck as I fuck her on my desk, her sweet cum spilling onto the solid oak and creating wet noises as I drive in and out of her, wanting this to last as long as possible, but also needing to fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked her before. I want her to ache for me while I’m gone. The way that I’ll ache for her. I want her to feel empty and lost without me inside her because that’s sure as hell how I feel when I’m not with her. I’m feeling things for this woman I never thought myself capable of.
“Oh, that feels … so good.” Her head tips back on a scream, and her inner walls pulse tight around me as she comes again, milking my cock with hungry squeezes until I fill her with my cum once more.
My legs give out, and I sink into my chair, pulling her with me so she’s sitting on my lap. “Come to Chicago with me,” I pant.
She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “You know I can’t. Work is especially crazy this time of year. We had three intestinal blockage surgeries today. I wish people would stop feeding their dogs the leftover turkey legs from Thanksgiving.”
I suppress an annoyed sigh, and she curls a lock of my hair between her fingers. “But maybe next time, if you give me more notice?”
She’s right. This has been planned all year, and I should have invited her way before now. But I don’t usually have the luxury of notice in my line of work. Something about our arrangement will have to change because I need her with me. And once she’s pregnant … well, there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that I’ll be leaving her alone for days at a time. Which means something’s gotta give. But that’s a conversation for a different day. “I’ll do my best to give you notice.”
“And it’s only three days. You’ll be back before you’ve even had a chance to miss me.”
Not fucking likely.
She stares into my eyes, and the deep green of her irises is obscured by her pupils. “I …” Her slender throat convulses. Is she about to tell me she loves me? “I’ll miss you though. Every second.”
I nod and try to hide my disappointment that she didn’t say those three words. Words that I’m strangely desperate to hear from her, but I don’t say them to her either. Instead, I press my forehead to hers, and we sit in silence. Her naked, with our cum dripping out of her, and me wondering how the fuck I fell so hard and fast for a woman who was only supposed to be a business arrangement.
Chapter
Thirty-Eight
NATHAN
Staring into my glass, I swirl the amber liquid around the bottom and think of Mel waiting at home for me. Sitting on the sofa in her favorite yoga pants and one of my sweatshirts while she watches some sappy movie. A smile pulls at the corners of my mouth. If I didn’t have one last meeting tomorrow morning, I’d jump on the jet and go home to her right now. By the time I’d get back, she’d be sleeping, and my cock aches at an image of crawling into our warm bed, parting her thighs, and sinking inside her warm pussy.
“You want to join me for another one of those?” a sultry voice says in my ear.
I shake my head, not bothering to give the owner of the voice even a cursory glance. “No thanks.”
“Aw, come on.” She caresses my arm. “Not even just a little one?”
I shrug off her touch, looking at her for the first time, and hold up my left hand. “I’m married.”
She glances around the almost-empty hotel bar. “Your wife’s not here though, is she?” She giggles and flutters her eyelashes.
“Doesn’t make me any less married. Go bother some other guy and leave me the fuck alone.”
She huffs dramatically and sashays toward the other end of the bar.
“She’s in here every night looking for her next mark,” the bartender says with a dry laugh as she picks up my empty glass. “Can I get you another?”
I should go to bed, but it’s hard to sleep without Mel next to me these days. I can’t remember a time in my adult life when I was dependent on another person for anything. A part of me hates the vulnerability of it, but for the most part, I like having someone to miss.
