Chapter Nineteen
chapter nineteen
PAIGE
“Oh my God, stop it!” I playfully slap Nate’s hand off my thigh. “We’re supposed to be discussing the marketing strategy for the Kingston Hotel Collection.”
“And we are,” he says, running his hand up my bare thigh. “But how do you expect me to sit here and focus when my baby mama is dressed in this sexy-as-hell pencil skirt, showing off all this skin.”
He licks his lips, his gaze homing in on my legs as I cross them, trying not to let his touch or words affect me.
Ever since he gave me that orgasm, I can’t stop thinking about him giving me another. It took everything in me to leave for work this morning instead of begging Nate to play hooky with me and spend the day in bed. We should probably be taking things slow since so much is at stake, but I can’t help it. I’m pregnant and horny, and I have a man who loves to please me.
“Focus,” I groan as his fingers glide along the seam of my panties. “We need to get your feedback so I can submit the changes to my marketing team before we leave in”—I glance at the clock—“two hours.”
Shit! Where the hell did the time go? “I still need to get home and pack, and we need to get to the airport two hours before the flight.”
“Calm down.” Nate chuckles. “We have plenty of time. The great thing about having a company jet is that it waits for you.” He shifts my hair to the side and leans in, giving the column of my neck soft kisses. “Ever since you walked me into this office, dressed professionally, in those heels, I’ve been fantasizing about bending you over that desk, lifting your skirt to your hips, and fucking you until we both come. What do you say?” Nate runs his tongue along the sensitive part under my ear. “Want to make my fantasy come true?”
Jesus, I told myself I would have more restraint than this. I already caved regarding the mutual orgasms last night and justified it by telling myself that I wouldn’t actually have sex with him until we figured out the important things, like where we’re going to live and raise our baby, if we’re going to even be together…
But the thought of Nate fucking me on my desk has me throwing all my common sense out the window. I mean, we’ve already had sex—hence the baby in my belly—so will it really make a difference if we do it again? I don’t see why either of us has to be deprived of any possible orgasms while we’re figuring things out.
“Fine,” I breathe, not caring that I sound as turned on as I am. “Lock the door. But we need to make this quick.”
The corners of Nate’s mouth spread into a beautiful, boyish grin, and then he’s up, locking my office door while I head over to my desk to make sure my papers don’t go everywhere when we do this. I’ve only just leaned over to move my files to the side when Nate rounds the desk and grips the curves of my hips.
“Organizing your desk defeats the purpose of desk sex,” he murmurs into my ear.
“Oh, have you had it much?” I glance behind me and raise a brow.
“Never,” he admits. “But in my fantasy, the papers go flying from me fucking you so hard.”
He spins me around and crashes his mouth against mine. He tastes like the perfect mixture of coffee and passion and something that is just him. His tongue massages mine, and I sigh into the kiss, my body craving more.
Without breaking our kiss, Nate lifts me onto the desk, my ass crushing and wrinkling the files under me. He pushes my skirt up to my hips, tugs my panties down my legs, and then drops to the ground, his head disappearing between my thighs.
I’m about to remind him that this was supposed to be quick, when his fingers part my lips and his tongue lands directly on my clit, making me throw my head back in pleasure.
I’m horny and sensitive, and I come so quickly that I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so busy wanting Nate inside me.
“Fuck, I love the way you come for me,” he says, helping me off the desk.
He kisses me again before he turns me around and gently runs his hand up my back, silently telling me to bend over.
The sound of him unzipping his pants fills the otherwise silent office, and then the cold air hits me when he lifts my skirt over my ass and spreads my legs.
“I’ve fantasized you just like this a million times,” he murmurs, “but none of them did you justice. Having you here, your ass and pussy bared for me.”
He goes quiet, and I wait with anticipation for what’s to come, knowing Nate is going to make it good. I was only with him for a short time in London, but I learned quickly that he doesn’t do anything half-assed, including pleasuring me.
His fingers wrap around my ponytail, and he tugs my head back as he carefully leans over me to whisper in my ear, “Now that I have you back, Princess, I’m never letting you go.”
And then he thrusts into me, filling me so deliciously full that we both moan in unison.
Fuck, I’ve missed this. Missed him .
He gives me a few seconds to adjust to him, and then he starts to move. While his thick length slides in and out of me, his hands are everywhere—gripping my hips, running along my back, tangled in my hair. It’s not often I can come from intercourse alone, but the way Nate’s hitting me in all the right places sends me straight over the edge.
As if he can sense it coming, he reaches around and covers my mouth with his hand, quieting my moans as my walls grip his cock, sending him right over the edge with me.
“You okay?” he asks, pulling out and spinning me around.
I glance down at the cum dripping down the inside of my thigh, and when I look up, I find him looking as well, his own eyes hooded with lust.
“Fuck, if you weren’t already carrying my baby, I would consider shoving my cum back inside you in hopes that you would end up pregnant.”
His words both shock me and turn me on. “Breeding kink much?” I half joke.
“Breeding what?” he asks, raising a questioning brow.
“In my romance books, some guys have breeding kinks,” I explain. “They want to get the heroine pregnant and enjoy…filling her with their cum.”
My cheeks heat as the words leave my mouth. It’s definitely easier to read a romance with a breeding kink than to explain it.
Nate’s gaze darkens slightly, and he nods slowly. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “I definitely have a breeding kink when it comes to you. Do you know how many times I considered not pulling out when we were together in London? ”
“What?” I gasp. “So, this is your doing?” I point to my belly.
“Hey, I pulled out every time.” He smirks.
“Yeah, but apparently, you manifested this.”
“And I’m completely okay with that. I can’t wait to watch your belly grow with our baby. You’re only just starting to show, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re good for my ego,” I mutter. “Now, move so I can get cleaned up.”
Since I have a bathroom connected to my office, we use that, and then after packing up anything I might need for the weekend since we’ll be leaving town, we head out.
We’re almost to the elevators when my name is called.
I turn around and find Ana sauntering my way with a knowing grin on her face.
“Hello,” she says, extending her hand to Nate. “I’m Anastasia Parker. We haven’t officially met.”
“I’m Nathan Bradford,” Nate says, shaking her hand.
“Oh, I know who you are. You’re the man who knocked up my best friend and is taking her to Dallas instead of to my barbecue this weekend.”
“Ana!” I splutter, glaring at her.
But, of course, she ignores me, her eyes staying trained on Nate, who doesn’t look uncomfortable at all. If anything, he looks proud of himself.
“That would be me,” he says. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I look forward to working with you and Kingston as well as getting to know you on a personal level as Paige’s best friend.”
“Good,” Ana says. “Because as her best friend, I’m a bit protective of her.”
“I don’t blame you,” Nate says, not missing a beat. “I met her asshole ex. But I can assure you that I’m nothing like him and only have Paige’s best interests at heart. Something you’ll see once we get to know each other better. We’re leaving to visit my family in Dallas for my dad’s birthday, but once we return, we need to all get together.”
Ana nods, stunned, and even though I’ve seen the difference between Nate and my ex, right now, it’s even more clear. Where John only cared about himself, Nate genuinely cares about me, which means getting to know the people who are closest to me.
When Ana finally finds her voice, she says, “I can see how you got into her pants so quickly.”
“Ana!” I exclaim, unable to hold back my laugh because I get it—Nate is a smooth talker.
Nate chuckles and nods, and then the elevator dings.
“We have to go,” I say. “I’ll be back on Tuesday, but if you need anything…”
“Enjoy your weekend.” Ana leans in and kisses my cheek. “And next time you want to have office sex, remember that your office shares a wall with mine. You got me all worked up with all that moaning, and then I had to convince my husband to get me off.” She pulls back and smirks. “Have fun, you two! ”
It’s not until we’re in the elevator with the doors closed that Nate bursts out laughing. “I like her.”
It’s like Nate knew I was nervous to meet his family. On the flight over, instead of sitting in the chairs or on the couch, he brought me straight back to the private bedroom, where he spent the flight pulling the stress straight from my body in the form of two mind-blowing orgasms.
By the time we arrived, I was so high from the orgasms that I didn’t have a stressful bone in my body. The only thing I wanted to do was curl up in bed and cuddle with Nate.
But unfortunately, the nap will have to wait because we’re only stopping at his place long enough to freshen up before we head to Dallas Steakhouse to meet his family for dinner. His dad’s birthday barbecue will be taking place tomorrow with their entire family and friends as well as several close colleagues, but tonight is his dad’s actual birthday, and dinner will only be with immediate family—and me.
Like Ana, Kira, and me, Nate, his parents, and two brothers all live in the same gated community, each home on a big enough piece of land that allows them a bit of privacy. My home is only on a quarter acre, but Kira’s and Ana’s homes are on several acres.
Nate points out where his brothers and parents live, and then we pull up to his beautiful ranch-style home that reminds me of a modern cabin. The exterior is framed with dark wood and complemented with the most gorgeous stone. He pulls into one of the two garages and places his hand on mine—something I’ve come to learn means to stay put so he can open my door.
The first time he did it in London, I was confused. The second time, I figured he was just being a gentleman and it would eventually stop. But Nate insists on opening my door every single time I get in and out of the car, and maybe my expectations are low after dating John, but every time Nate does it, I swoon that much harder.
“This is home,” Nate says when he opens the door and gestures for me to go in first.
The inside is just as beautiful as the outside with its exposed wooden beams and floor-to-ceiling stone fireplace. It’s not cluttered, but it’s clearly lived in. I spot several framed photos on his shelves, and my heart clenches in my chest because, unlike me, Nate has a family.
I scan the various pictures that are filled with laughing and smiling faces, and I miss my mom that much more. It might’ve only been the three of us, growing up, but Mom made sure I had the best life, filled with love and laughter.
“How long have you lived here?” I ask, setting my purse down. “It’s beautiful.”
“Sold my condo a few years ago and built this place. I wanted to be near my family. ”
“It’s a lot of home for a single guy.”
“Yeah.” He chuckles softly. “I was hoping, one day, to have a family of my own.”
Of course he was, and he was planning to move her in here, near his family, where they’d live close enough to walk over to each other’s houses, to have barbeques and pool parties.
“Hey,” he says, palming my cheek. “It’s just a house…a dwelling.”
“It’s bigger than my place and closer to your family.”
“I don’t give a shit about the size of the house,” he says, locking eyes with me. “And you’re my family too.”
“Yeah, family who’s taking you away from your other family,” I mutter.
“You’re not taking me away from anyone,” Nate argues. “We’re going to figure this out. Even if it means we live in Rosemary and keep this house so we can visit.”
“That’s a waste of money.”
“What’s the point of me busting my ass to make a damn good living if I can’t use my earnings to ensure we’re close to family?” He glides his thumb down my cheek and then leans in and presses a tender kiss to my lips. “We’ll figure it all out, I promise,” he murmurs against my lips. “The important thing is that I found you and we’re together. Everything else can and will work out. I just need you to trust me.”
He kisses me again, this time his tongue sliding in to deepen the kiss, and warmth spreads throughout my body. For so long, I’ve felt alone. Even when I was with John, I felt like I was doing it all on my own, but when I’m with Nate, it’s like I actually have someone in my corner, a partner who thinks about me. Maybe, instead of assuming the worst, I need to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“Okay,” I murmur against his mouth. “I’ll trust you.”
His entire body sags in relief. “Thank you. Now, let me show you around, and then I’ll give you time to freshen up before we head to dinner.”
Nate takes me on a tour of the house. Aside from the state-of-the-art kitchen and living room, he has three additional rooms that he uses as guest rooms and an office. He has an in-home gym, which completely makes sense because, my God, the guy is fit. He has an outdoor kitchen and grill and a pool and hot tub, which I tell him we will be going in sometime this weekend.
The tour ends in his room that, like the rest of the house, is clean and lived in. He has a family photo on his dresser and a beautiful piece of art hanging above his bed that’s the perfect mix of country chic, which seems to be his decorating style.
When I yawn, exhausted from…well, being pregnant—I mean, do I need any more reason than that? I’m literally growing a human—Nate chuckles .
“Why don’t I draw you a bath?” He points to his luxurious spa bathtub, complete with jets. “You can relax while I finish up some work.”
I was about to suggest he join me, but at the mention of him needing to work, I simply nod, not wanting to get in the way of his work. I’ve learned from my previous relationships that men don’t like clingy women, and the last thing I want is Nate feeling like I’m dragging him down or away from his responsibilities.
“Sounds good.” I force a smile and kiss his cheek. “Go do your COO things.”