“What are you thinking?” She kissed my shoulder.
“Just some cheesy shit that I’ll never let come out of my mouth.”
She laughed and threw her knee over my thighs, brushing against the base of my cock. “Wow.”
“That’s always the correct response.” I flipped her onto her back and kissed her, giving her the full feel of me against her warm pussy.
She ran her fingers through my hair, pulling as I made out with her like I was seventeen again. Would I ever get enough of her taste, her soft lips? I needed her again, needed to know this was real. But I would never hurt her.
With a groan, I pulled away and sat back.
“What?” She was breathless, her eyelids at half-mast. Spread out before me like a feast, I wanted to take my time and lick every bit of her.
“I’ll take you again if we keep this up.”
She made an “mmm” sound, and her gaze slid down to my cock. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”
“Aren’t you sore?”
Her lips formed an adorable pout. “A little, but—”
“I can wait.” I backed off the bed and pulled on my shorts.
“Always trying to protect me.” She wrinkled her nose.
“Look.” I prowled over her and captured one of her nipples in my mouth before releasing it with a pop. “I don’t want to wreck you with this monster cock, okay?”
She giggled.
“What’s so funny?” I claimed the other nipple, adding a slight bite.
“Nate.” She squeezed my shoulders.
“All I’m saying is that I intend to do some nasty shit to you as soon as possible, and I want you ready.”
Her eyes sparkled. “You promise?”
My cock kicked at the devilry in her gaze. This girl was going to be the death of me.
Chapter Fourteen
Sabrina
The next morning, I awoke to Nate’s head between my legs. After wringing two orgasms from me, he pulled me to my feet and hustled me downstairs for breakfast.
“Can’t we spend a little more time in your room?” I took the steps haltingly. The memory of him inside me wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel him again.
“Be patient.” He goosed my ass. “If I don’t talk to Peter this morning, he may beat the door down when I’m inside you. The next time you’re beneath me, I’m going to take it slow.”
“When?” I couldn’t stop the pout in my voice.
“If you’re a good girl, tonight.”
I cut him a look over my shoulder as we walked into the dining room. “What if I’m a bad girl?”
He gripped my shoulder and whipped me around. “Sooner.” Pressing his lips to mine, he backed me into the wall next to the door. His hands roved my body, cupping my breasts as his tongue slid against mine.
Breaking the kiss, he pressed his lips to my ear. “I will bend you over this goddamn table.”
“Promise?” I ran my hand along his erection.
He groaned and sank his hand down my shorts, past my panties, and eased a finger inside me. “Fuck.”
“I’m ready for more.” I dropped a kiss on his neck. “Though you might not be able to handle it since you’re, what, forty?”
“You know good and damn well I’m not forty.” He added another finger, pushing deeper inside me as I panted. “Sassy brat.”
“I should probably start calling you Daddy.”
He hissed and gripped my ass hard with his free hand. “I’m going to shove my fat cock so far inside this hot cunt that you’ll—”
“Nate?” Peter walked into the room, the door hiding us for a moment.
Nate yanked his hand from my panties, then pressed his fingers into my mouth. “Just you wait.” His whisper sent pin-pricks up and down my spine as I licked my own taste from his fingers.
Pulling away, he walked toward Peter. “What is it?”
Peter whirled and did a pretty good job of pretending he hadn’t known we were getting frisky behind the door. “Oh, I didn’t see you there.” The bandage around his head was gone, but the top of his ear seemed to be held together with some rough stitches.
Nate straightened his slate gray suit jacket. “We were just…”
Peter gave Nate a bored look. “Right. We need to talk about the Irish, the next shipment, the books, and a few discipline issues in the lower ranks.”
Nate pulled my chair out for me. I walked to it, my cheeks burning as I sat, and I was grateful that Peter continued on with business without giving me a second glance. Morning light streamed in from the high windows banked with deep emerald curtains.
“We also need to discuss our new guest.”
“Guest?” Nate sat and draped his napkin across his lap as Opal bustled in with coffee.
“Angus.” Peter sat across from me.
“Shit. Yeah. That guy.”
“Who’s Angus?” I thanked Opal for the coffee.
“Our new exchange student from the Irish.” Peter glowered and piled his plate with eggs, sausage, and a couple of pancakes.