“It’s a date.”
“Good. Now,” I look over at Luke and give him my sweet smile, the one I use when I want something. “When are you going to do a girl movie?”
“Uh, that’s not really my style, Jules.”
“I want a girl movie.” I pout. “Something with Zac Efron. Have you seen him lately?” I look up at Nate and he’s scowling at me.
“Why am I asking you?” I look over at Natalie. “Have you seen him lately?”
“He was beautiful in The Lucky One,” She sighs and I nod. We watched that one together last month at my place.
“We want Zac Efron.” I turn back to Luke and smile.
“You are so getting spanked when we get home,” Nate whispers down to his plate and my thighs clench.
Holy shit.
Natalie’s eyes narrow on Nate’s face, but I shake my head at her, silently telling her that this is really okay.
“You don’t like romantic shit,” Luke remarks and frowns at me.
“I don’t like watching you lay the romantic shit on my best friend, pal. It’s disgusting. This,” I gesture around the room with my hands, “is not a movie. But I do like watching Zac Efron, Channing Tatum, and a number of other hot actors lay on the romantic shit in a movie. I have a vagina.”
“I’m aware,” Luke remarks earning a glare from Nate. “Although, not first-hand,” he quickly adds.
“So,” I continue. “If you could work on that, I’d appreciate it.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” Luke smirks and drinks his wine, and Natalie winks at me. Olivia makes a squeaky noise, and I automatically lean over to her and plug her binky back in her little mouth.
“There you go, baby doll.”
Natalie smirks at me and I look over at her. “What?”
“No babies, huh?” she murmurs, and all three of them look at me, Nate’s eyes are molten grey.
“Don’t be a bitch, Nat.”
“Just sayin’.”
***
Nate and I drove to Luke and Natalie’s straight from work, so we drove separately. He’s following me back to his place. I thought we should stay at mine since its closer, but he insisted we go back to his, so we stopped by the house so I could pack some clean clothes and drove on to his place.
I park in my spot in the parking garage, and wait for him to pull in alongside me. He takes my suitcase from me and I take his free hand, linking our fingers together as we walk to the elevator.
“Did you have a good time?” he asks.
“Of course. I always enjoy them. You?” As the elevator doors close he turns me into his arms and cups my face in his hands, pulling my lips up to his.
“I always enjoy them too, but I’m very glad to have you all to myself.”
“Yeah? What are you going to do with me?” I ask against his lips.
“I’m going to take a shower with you, and then I’m going to tie you to my bed and fuck you.”
Holy fuck.
“You’re going to tie me?” I whisper, gazing into his bright grey eyes, clutching his upper arms in my hands. He removed his suit jacket and tie at Nat’s place, and his white dress shirt is unbuttoned to the top of his sternum and the sleeves are rolled to his elbows.
He’s so sexy.
“I am.” He nibbles the side of my lips, sending tingles straight down to my groin, and I moan. “I’m going to tie you up and touch you everywhere. Kiss you everywhere. You.” Kiss. “Are.” Kiss. “Mine.”
I take a big, shaky breath and free his hair from the hair-tie, running my fingers through it. “I love it when you talk to me like that.”
“Do you?” he asks as the elevator doors open and he leads me out, through the hall and into his apartment.
“You know I do.”
“I know that you’re sexy as fuck and I can’t get enough of you. I know that I love how smart you are and I know that I never know what’s going to come out of that fuckable mouth of yours.” He closes and locks the front door and leaves my suitcase at our feet, pulling me through the great room toward the bedroom.
I unbutton his shirt, walking backward, and push it off his shoulders, letting it fall in the hallway. He unzips my skirt and it follows. By the time we cross the threshold into the master bedroom, we’re naked, having left a trail of clothing behind us.
“Put your hair up,” He murmurs against my lips and turns away from me to start the water. I grab a hair tie from his vanity drawer and twist my hair up so it doesn’t get wet. Nate comes out of the shower, grabs my hand and pulls me back in with him.
He pours my shower gel in his hands, rubs them together to lather them up, and begins cleaning me, my front first, down my breasts and stomach, between my legs, but only briefly, then up my sides to my armpits. I brace my hands on his hips and watch his handsome face as his eyes watch his hands roam my naked body.
“This is nice,” I murmur.
“Mmm,” he agrees. “Turn around, please.”
I comply and hear him pour more gel in his hands, then he’s rubbing my back, my shoulders and neck, massaging me. “Oh, God, babe, that’s good.”
He chuckles behind me. “You’re a little tense, sweetheart.”
“I have a stressful job. My boss is a tyrant.”
He slaps my ass with a soapy hand and I yelp in surprise and then giggle. “Okay, he’s a sexy tyrant.”
Nate begins massaging my low back and I support myself on my hands on the tile wall. God, he’s good with his hands.
He circles down to my ass and massages my buttocks, then slips a hand between the cheeks and into my folds.