Chapter 19 – nate
NATE
Cat has no idea what she’s awoken in me.
I’ve never felt this consuming desire before. The overpowering, obsessive need to make a woman mine, to protect and care for her at all costs.
It’s like a monster lurking in the back of my mind. It’s been restless from the moment Cat melted when I called her a “good girl” back in the car in New York. It took over when I indulged in that fever-dream of a finger fuck against the hotel window, looking over the city below.
Now, it’s hungry again.
I’m hungry again—for her. I’m fucking starving for her. So if she needs help turning her brain off…well, I’ve been known to be quite charitable in the past few weeks.
Opening my top desk drawer, I pull out my bottle of Twisted Devil. I don’t drink as a rule at work, but I keep whiskey and glasses around for when one of the guys stops by, or if I’m celebrating closing a deal.
Bottle in one hand, glasses in the other, I stroll to the other side of the desk until I’m standing behind Cat, looking down at her blonde curls, barely tamed into a thick braid. I hadn’t planned on doing anything with her tonight, but I already know exactly how I want this scene to unfold.
I lean over her to set a cut crystal glass down in front of her. My arm goes over her shoulder, caging her between the table and me. Her body stiffens, but not from fear. There’s caution, yes, but anticipation, too.
When I pull back, Cat lets out the breath she’s apparently been holding. I don’t give her time to collect herself, leaning against the desk right next to her. Setting my own glass next to hers, I pour a little whiskey into each.
“Here,” I offer, holding one out to her.
She considers it, a little uncertain.
“Just a little to take the edge off, Kitten. I’m not trying to get you drunk. You said you wanted to shut your brain off.”
She licks her lips and nods and instead of waiting for her to take the glass, I bring it to her mouth, watching the seam of her lips part for me to tip the whiskey in. Just enough to wet her mouth. My thumb catches a stray drop at the corner of her lips.
“Good girl,” I praise her, sucking the droplet into my own mouth and watching her pupils blow.
After I set the glass down, I drum my fingers on the table, and her eyes follow the movement. She’s just as hyperaware of me as I am of her. The air feels thick and charged around us, like a storm gathering.
Can she feel it?
The way her plump lips part, I know she wants me just as much as I want her right now. All she needs is her own permission.
“Color?” I ask and her eyes go bright and sharp.
The ghost of a smile tugs at one corner of her perfect mouth. “Pink.”
“I think I know what you need right now. Will you let me give it to you?”
She only hesitates for a moment before she nods again. “Yes. I trust you.”
Her words burrow into my trust and I decide right here and now that I never want to break that trust.
My kitten’s slender throat works as she swallows in anticipation and fuck, I can’t wait to kiss that throat. Wrap my hand around it. Shove my cock down it.
I caress her face in my palm, and she sighs into my touch, relinquishing herself to me so beautifully.
Her face flushes with desire, her eyes going hazy, and I can’t wait to see how far down that blush goes when she’s turned on, and I’m not waiting any longer to find out.
“Unbutton your blouse. I want to see that gorgeous body I’ve been fantasizing about.”
Her lips part into a surprised little ‘o’, like she’s shocked I’ve been thinking about her.
She shouldn’t be.
After New York, how the hell could I not be? Didn’t she feel the connection between us? There’s no way it was that one-sided.
Cat automatically reaches for her top button, but her hands freeze. I can practically see the wheels turning in her busy mind, deciding whether to give in to everything. Which means I need to help her decide.
I reach for the end of her braid, pulling off the elastic holding the end. Carefully, I start unraveling it. “Let me tell you what’s about to happen. I’m going to tell you exactly what to do. You don’t need to make any decisions. Just listen and obey. What color is it if you want me to slow down?”
“Red.”
I nod. “And if you want me to stop?”
“Black.”
She leans toward me, resting her head against my thigh as I undo her braid.
“We shouldn’t,” she murmurs. There’s no real resistance in the words. She’s finally realizing how inevitable this is.
“Then tell me to stop.”
She pauses and then whispers against my thigh, “I don’t want you to stop.” And my chest squeezes with a visceral need to give this girl, my girl, exactly what she needs.
“This doesn’t have to affect our working relationship, Kitten,” I tell her, as if just by saying it I can somehow make it true when I know I’m just digging an even deeper hole for myself to climb out of. But no one seems to be taking the shovel from me so I just keep fucking digging.
Keep breaking all my rules.
I sweep her loose curls back over her shoulders. “You need help turning your brain off, and it just so happens I’m an expert in that area.”
She lets out a sexy little chuckle that sounds like she agrees with me and I find myself smiling.
My kitten nods and undoes the first button. I can barely breathe myself as she sits up and I watch her blouse fall aside, revealing her creamy skin. When she’s left in just a pale blue lace bra, I hum, pleased.
“Good girl.” I lick my lips. “That lingerie is…”
I swallow hard, my cock thickening in my pants already.
“You look good in blue, Kitten.”
Her shoulders lower as her body relaxes. She really does crave praise. I take the blouse from her, folding it and setting it on the desk.
“Now your pants. Take them off and give them to me.”
Biting her bottom lip, she stands and undoes her button and zipper. She wiggles her hips a little and the trousers fall to the floor. I take her hand to help her balance as she steps out of them. When she bends over to pick them up, I groan at the peachy curve of her ass.
I don’t bother to ask before I shamelessly grab her with my hands.
“Stay like that for a minute,” I murmur.
Grabbing her panties, I slide them slowly down her legs, watching goosebumps rise on her skin everywhere I touch it.
With my kitten bent over like this, I get a flawless view of her exquisite little pussy.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Please,” she whimpers. The sound makes my cock twitch in my boxers. I knew this was what she needed. Watching her come undone feels better than I could have hoped.
“Already begging when I’ve barely touched you. How about you be a good girl and sit on the desk for me?”
“Yes, Nate.”
God, I love the way it sounds when she says my name.
Almost as much as I love seeing her follow my orders, sitting on the desk next to our still-full whiskey glasses.
Her nipples are tight, rosy peaks, ready to be sucked on.
Her blush has spread down from her lovely face to her neck.
I’ve never seen a woman look so delicious.
“Perfect. Now spread your legs for me, Kitten.”
She whimpers and obeys, opening her thighs, showing me her wet, glistening pussy.
I fall to my knees in front of her and press my nose to the soft spot where her thigh meets her hip and inhale like a starving man.
“You smell like you were made for me, Kitten.”
I place a slow, reverent kiss to the pulse point in her thigh and whisper against her pebbled skin. “Color?”
“Pink. Definitely pink,” she says through already panting breaths, her legs starting to shake.
I lean down and her head drops back as I run my tongue slowly from her opening up to her clit, spreading her folds apart with my fingers. My kitten moans, her hips bucking upward into my mouth.
“You taste incredible, Kitten. I hope you’re comfortable, because I’m going to take my fucking time with you.”
She lets out a stilted moan that I can’t wait to hear again. Hear louder.
Her fingers bury themselves in my hair, pulling me closer. No more shy, cautious girl here—she wants this just as much as I do.
Burying my face in her, I lap hungrily at her core. If I want her to really let go, she’s got to get lost in how her body feels. I don’t want her coming too fast.
I want her thoughts consumed with delirious need, begging and praying to whatever god will hear her to end her sweet torment and give her what she so desperately wants.
I hook two fingers under her knee with my free hand, opening her a fraction more. I want to see her face when she comes.
“Eyes on me,” I pause to whisper the command and her slitted eyes widen when she watches me lick her wetness from my lips before delving my tongue right back in.
She whines as I deliberately dodge her clit, teasing her, drawing her ever higher until short little gasping whimpers and whines drop from her lips.
“Please, Nate,” she begs, and I can’t say no to her. I’m not sure I ever could.
When I run my tongue up her again, I swirl it right in the place she loves most.
“Nate, yes, there,” she whines. “Right there.”
I flick my tongue against her clit and her back arches off the desk.
I move in slow, deliberate circles against her swollen clit, ending each circuit with a wicked flick of my tongue that makes her jerk in pleasure each time. She gasps, and I speed up the movement. Soon, her breaths are coming short and fast. She writhes against my tongue, and I know she’s close.
My kitten whimpers my name again and again.
The sound has my cock so hard, it hurts as it presses against my trousers.
But it’s not my turn yet. This is about her and giving her exactly what she needs.
And she needs me to ruin her so she can reorganize the shattered pieces of herself back into order.
It’s time.
I jerk her closer, slipping my free fingers into her heat and curling them up into her G-spot, never ceasing the circular, flicking movements of my tongue.
It’s all she needs to fall over the edge.