“All of her tattoos? How many does she have? I’ve never seen any.”
“I’m not sure how many she has. I don’t know if I’ve seen them all. She puts them where you can’t see them when she has clothes on. My point was,” I trace the tattoo on his forearm with my finger. “What is up with you guys letting some creep put needles in your genitalia?”
“I thought you liked it.” He gives me a wolfish grin and I laugh.
“I do, but why in the world would you do it in the first place?”
“I was a twenty-year-old kid who wanted to impress chicks.” He shrugs and grins.
“Why did you keep it all this time?” I ask.
“Because I went through hell to get it. It hurt like a sonofabitch.”
“Poor baby.” I pat his cheek roughly and giggle when he grabs my wrist and bites my palm.
“Okay, so if we’re done talking about babies and needles in sensitive places, tell me exactly what Carly told you yesterday.” His face is completely serious, and his eyes look a little pissed.
I didn’t mean to let that slip.
“It was nothing, really. I know she’s full of shit.” I pull my feet out of his lap, but he grips my calf and holds me in place.
“What did she say, Julianne?”
I sigh. “She’s told me twice now that she’s dating you. Once the day that your ex was in your office, and again yesterday. I know it’s a lie, so I shrugged it off the first time, but yesterday it was like she was going out of her way to tell me about you two, and even asked me to work her accounts for her so she could leave early for a date she had with you.”
Nate scowls and clenches his jaw. “Go on.”
“She seemed embarrassed when I told her you’d gone out of town, but then her phone chirped with a text, and when she looked at it, she said it was you with her itinerary to join you in New York. I don’t get it. She’s been a complete hag since the day she started this job, but I don’t understand what she’s doing with this elaborate story of hers.” I watch the flames in the fireplace and pull at my bottom lip with my fingers.
“What do you mean, she’s been a hag?” Nate asks, his voice deceptively calm.
“Oh, she hates me.”
“She seems professional enough in meetings.”
I chuckle ruefully. “Honey, of course she does. It’s when we’re alone that her claws come out.”
“Why haven’t you ever said anything?”
“What am I going to say? ‘Carly doesn’t play nice and I don’t like her’? It’s not that serious, I’ve dealt with morons like her my whole life.” I shake my head at him.
His eyes narrow and he cups my cheek in his palm. “She’s jealous of you.”
“I don’t see why.” I kiss his palm and lean my cheek into him. “She doesn’t know about us, obviously, and she has the same job I do."
“You’re gorgeous and intelligent and she knows that you out-class her. You’ll move up in our company far more quickly than she will. And she knows it.” He brushes his thumb along my lower lip and I pucker my lips and kiss it.
“Well, it’ll be interesting to see how long she keeps this story up.”
“Julianne, if she says anything like that again you have to tell me. If she were to spread this rumor around the office, it would mean an investigation into me, and while I know that they wouldn’t find any fault on my part, it’s unnecessary drama.”
“I want to kick her carrot-top ass.”
“Now that I would like to see.” Nate laughs and I smack him on the shoulder.
“You’re a perv.”
“I’m a guy, babe.”
“So,” I straddle his lap and tangle my fingers in his soft, thick hair. His hands glide up my legs to cup my ass. “You want to see other women naked, huh?”
“I didn’t say that. I said I wanted to see you kick her ass. If you both happened to be naked, who am I to complain?”
I chuckle against his lips and nibble the side of his mouth. He grips my hips and pulls my pelvis more tightly against his, and I can feel his erection through his jeans.
“I want you,” I murmur. Nate growls and suddenly I’m on my back on the couch and he’s hovering over me.
“I never stop wanting you,” he responds. He pulls me up long enough to pull his shirt over my head and trails wet kisses down my throat to my breasts.
God, his lips are magical.
He pulls and tugs on my nipples, with both his lips and his fingers, and I’m writhing beneath him. I comb my fingers through his hair and hold on as he moves farther south, nibbles at my belly button, and nudges my legs farther apart with his shoulders. He rips my panties off and throws them on the floor.
Oh. My. God.
“You have the prettiest pink *, baby.” He licks my core, from my anus to my clit and my back bows up off the couch.
“Fuck!”
“Easy.” He cups my ass in his hands and tilts my pelvis up toward his handsome face. He places a sweet, chaste kiss on my clit and another on my labia, and then he begins kissing me more deeply, swirling his tongue inside me, gently sucking me.
It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever felt.
“Oh, God, Nate.” I’m still gripping his hair in my fingers. He moves his mouth up to my clit and just pushes the flat of his tongue against it as he inserts two fingers inside me and pushes down gently. “Holy fucking shit.”
I feel him chuckle against me and I’m completely lost to the sensation between my legs. A thin coat of sweat covers my skin and I convulse as the orgasm tears through me, leaving me wrecked.
Nate flips me effortlessly onto my stomach and pulls back on my hips, raising my ass in the air. He slaps me, gently, as he guides his thick, hard cock inside me and I cry out with shock.
He fucking spanked me!
I hope he does it again.
He has a tight grip on my hips as he slams into me, hard, over and over again.