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Authors: Kat Jackson
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wanted to handcuff him to my bed and never let him stop doing this, my own personal prisoner.
But he didn’t stop. As the waves of my orgasm rolled and began to fade, he rotated his wrist, bringing his fingertips against the front wall beneath my taut tummy. Without a word, he curled them, running across something that shot a jolt of renewed pleasure through my body. With a laugh and a smile, he attacked that spot, every thrust of his hand bringing me further into madness, into an oblivion so warm and rapturous it might have very well been heaven. I lost all semblance of control. In that moment, Nathan had me, body and soul.
CHAPTER SIX
I hadn’t fooled around like this since I was a teenager. The bed was a wreck, my skin singing with joy at the caress of the wonderful cotton beneath me. No wonder Nathan brought these sheets. They probably cost more than I spent on my entire bedroom set, but I didn’t care. I wanted to spend the rest of my life wrapped in this stuff, lying in this dirty little apartment with the billionaire who had brought me such unfathomable bliss.
I glanced over at Nathan. He was quiet, his chest rising and falling slowly. We’d spent most of the morning right here, doing everything except fucking. I’d worn the man out, and truth be told, he wasn’t the only one who was exhausted. Even now I had slipped a finger between my thighs, just remembering all the wonderful things his tongue had done to me.
But it was no use. I couldn’t conjure the same sensations that Nathan had inflicted upon me only a few hours ago. I sighed in frustration, looking over at him once again. “This isn’t fair, you know,” I murmured, knowing he couldn’t hear me.
No man deserved to be this good in bed. Especially not one born into an unholy pile of money and such a god-awful handsome face. Ordinarily, I’d have felt lucky to have landed him, but a little voice in the back of my head kept asking if maybe this was only happening because we were stuck together and I was… available.
I shook the voice out again, ignoring it. Nathan made me feel things no man ever had. If he was using me, well, I was happy to use him right back. Maybe this would last a week, maybe it would last longer, but right about now, I didn’t care. Our futures were uncertain in more ways than one.
And that meant I was going to need to do a little shopping.
Nathan was going to stay put, but I could slip out for a few minutes to pick up some supplies. Besides, I was starving. I climbed out of bed, and a few minutes later, I was presentable enough to hit the corner store. I smiled at myself in the mirror, barely even recognizing the sparkling hazel eyes staring back. It had been awhile since I was this happy.
It was a strange feeling—happiness. It was something I’d denied myself for what felt like forever, just another self-inflicted punishment in the wake of my momma and Jenny’s deaths. That was the thing about loss: instinctively, we all wanted to hold someone, or something responsible. There had to be accountability. It was an intrinsic part of the human grieving process. Nobody ever wanted to hear, “accidents happen,” because then it meant there was no one to blame.
You had to direct all those feelings somewhere. All that anger, despair, anguish, and rage—you had to let it out. Unfortunately for me, I was the only one who could bear that burden, and at the time, I’d thought myself deserving of it.
What had changed? What it my talk with Nathan that had convinced me otherwise? How had just one moment between me and a man I barely knew absolved me of the guilt I’d carried with me for years?
On the way down the hall, I watched as one of the doors opened and a man inside watched me pass. I recognized the rookie immediately, and gave him a little nod.
“Babysit him for a few minutes,” I said quietly. He stepped out into the hall, shutting the door behind him. “I’ll
But he didn’t stop. As the waves of my orgasm rolled and began to fade, he rotated his wrist, bringing his fingertips against the front wall beneath my taut tummy. Without a word, he curled them, running across something that shot a jolt of renewed pleasure through my body. With a laugh and a smile, he attacked that spot, every thrust of his hand bringing me further into madness, into an oblivion so warm and rapturous it might have very well been heaven. I lost all semblance of control. In that moment, Nathan had me, body and soul.
CHAPTER SIX
I hadn’t fooled around like this since I was a teenager. The bed was a wreck, my skin singing with joy at the caress of the wonderful cotton beneath me. No wonder Nathan brought these sheets. They probably cost more than I spent on my entire bedroom set, but I didn’t care. I wanted to spend the rest of my life wrapped in this stuff, lying in this dirty little apartment with the billionaire who had brought me such unfathomable bliss.
I glanced over at Nathan. He was quiet, his chest rising and falling slowly. We’d spent most of the morning right here, doing everything except fucking. I’d worn the man out, and truth be told, he wasn’t the only one who was exhausted. Even now I had slipped a finger between my thighs, just remembering all the wonderful things his tongue had done to me.
But it was no use. I couldn’t conjure the same sensations that Nathan had inflicted upon me only a few hours ago. I sighed in frustration, looking over at him once again. “This isn’t fair, you know,” I murmured, knowing he couldn’t hear me.
No man deserved to be this good in bed. Especially not one born into an unholy pile of money and such a god-awful handsome face. Ordinarily, I’d have felt lucky to have landed him, but a little voice in the back of my head kept asking if maybe this was only happening because we were stuck together and I was… available.
I shook the voice out again, ignoring it. Nathan made me feel things no man ever had. If he was using me, well, I was happy to use him right back. Maybe this would last a week, maybe it would last longer, but right about now, I didn’t care. Our futures were uncertain in more ways than one.
And that meant I was going to need to do a little shopping.
Nathan was going to stay put, but I could slip out for a few minutes to pick up some supplies. Besides, I was starving. I climbed out of bed, and a few minutes later, I was presentable enough to hit the corner store. I smiled at myself in the mirror, barely even recognizing the sparkling hazel eyes staring back. It had been awhile since I was this happy.
It was a strange feeling—happiness. It was something I’d denied myself for what felt like forever, just another self-inflicted punishment in the wake of my momma and Jenny’s deaths. That was the thing about loss: instinctively, we all wanted to hold someone, or something responsible. There had to be accountability. It was an intrinsic part of the human grieving process. Nobody ever wanted to hear, “accidents happen,” because then it meant there was no one to blame.
You had to direct all those feelings somewhere. All that anger, despair, anguish, and rage—you had to let it out. Unfortunately for me, I was the only one who could bear that burden, and at the time, I’d thought myself deserving of it.
What had changed? What it my talk with Nathan that had convinced me otherwise? How had just one moment between me and a man I barely knew absolved me of the guilt I’d carried with me for years?
On the way down the hall, I watched as one of the doors opened and a man inside watched me pass. I recognized the rookie immediately, and gave him a little nod.
“Babysit him for a few minutes,” I said quietly. He stepped out into the hall, shutting the door behind him. “I’ll
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