Chapter 11 #2
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him, but now isn’t the time. I look behind him at the monitor and back to him. He gets it; I see the understanding in his eyes, even if I don’t understand how.
His smile turns wicked, and I see so much of Alex in it that I don’t realize what he’s going to do until it’s too late.
He scoops me up in his arms bridal style, and I squeak in surprise, quickly reaching for the hem of my dress to pull it back down.
“Nate!” I hiss as I try to wiggle free from his hold. It’s pointless if anything; I only make him hold me tighter as his chest rumbles with laughter.
“Fuck, I love when you're feisty. I don’t know that you’ve ever called me Nate before,” he says, raking his teeth over the sensitive skin under my ear, further scrambling my already muddled brain.
“Come, tell me why I’m in trouble and show me those claws.”
He’s teasing me, I know it, but I can’t stop the effect it’s having. I’ve never seen him this playful, and while I love his harder, almost jaded personality, this…
This is fucking adorable.
Which is what I’m going to blame for not even realizing where he’s headed until he moves back around his desk toward his chair.
“Nathan!” I hiss, yelling but trying to keep my voice down. Why would he bring me over here?
“They can’t hear you.” He assures me as if that solves everything, and while it makes it better, I’m sure they are getting an eyeful.
“Nathan, my dress is entirely too short for you to be holding me like this for anyone to see. You're in the middle of a meeting!” I all but scream when he finally moves us back into view of the monitor.
This is all bad.
“I assure you I’m very aware of how short your dress is,” he all but growls as he reclaims his seat.
Well, maybe letting Alex dress me isn’t such a bad idea. Next time, I’ll just have to wear it in the house only.
“Now, here’s what's going to happen, Kat. I’m going to go back to this meeting, despite wanting to do much better things with my time. While I finish up, you will sit here on my lap like the good girl I know you can be, and after it’s over, I’ll reward you for your good behavior.”
I shift on his lap, his words making my mind wander to the possibilities of said reward, but my mouth has other plans.
“Who said I’m going to be a good girl? I’m here to yell at you, Nathaniel, not play.” My voice comes out much steadier than I expected, and I give myself a mental pat on the back.
For a moment, Nathan doesn’t respond, and when I finally look up at him, I find him already staring down at me, his pupils blown wide.
“You can behave, and I will reward you, or you can misbehave, and I will punish you. I’m fine either way.” The low, husky drawl of his voice gives me goosebumps, and I shiver thinking about the options.
Fuck.
“You're in trouble still.” I narrow my eyes at him, but sadly, this time I’m not as convincing.
“Yes, as you keep saying, but you have yet to tell me why.”
I cast a glance at the monitor only to find that none of the many faces there seems to be paying attention to us. Nathan’s finger hooks under my chin, turning my gaze back to his as he watches me expectantly.
“They can’t see or hear us right now. I would never let another man witness you in a less than desirable state, and I don’t care for them to hear whatever it is you have to say to me.”
I’m a puddle…
How does he know just what to say?
Wait, why was I mad again?
“Are you stealing my birth control?” The question slips out, and I hadn’t meant to say it now. I’d had every intention of waiting until after his meeting, but there it is.
“And what would make you think that?” he asks, and while his face remains carefully controlled, something feels different.
“Alex said you were.” He doesn’t deny it, but I feel the need to explain myself.
“See, I thought I misplaced it when I moved in, so I ordered more, and I know I put it in the medicine cabinet, but it's not there. I tore my bathroom apart looking this morning, and when Alex asked what I was looking for, he got all weird about it. When I asked Alex what he knew, he simply said, ‘You're asking the wrong brother.’ So here I am, asking the right brother.” I say it all in such a rush that I’m left gulping for air at the end, but man, do I feel better now.
Nathan simply watches me for a moment before he throws his head back and laughs, and the sound is so deep and rich that it feels like a hug.
I could get lost in him, in this feeling. Being with him, with all of them, is so easy; something about it just feels so right that the idea of life before them makes my chest feel tight.
It doesn’t last long, and before I know it, Nathan once again sits perfectly in control of himself, looking down at me, though his smile is still mostly in place. “You won’t be needing that anymore,” he says in my ear as he reaches toward his desk for the mouse.
That can only mean one thing.
“Wait, no, let me up, Nathan.” I attempt to stand, but he pulls me back down onto his lap, his fingers gripping my hips hard enough that I let out a breathy little whimper that has nothing to do with pain.
“No. You're going to have a seat and either behave or not, and I’ll handle you accordingly after my meeting is over.”
“Wait!” I shout before he can click the mouse, restoring their ability to hear and see. “What do you mean I won’t be needing it anymore?”
He leans down, pressing a kiss to my cheek before whispering in my ear despite us being the only two actually in the room.
“You really should read things before you sign them.”
With that, he clicks the button, and all I can do is pray that I look halfway presentable.
Crap, why did I come here again?
For the next thirty minutes, I sit on his lap as he talks about I don’t even know what.
I stay as still as I can manage, which isn’t very well with his hard length pressed to my ass.
Every minute is torture, even though his hand has been resting on my hip, in the same spot.
The most he does is rub his thumb up and down in what should be a soothing fashion, but it’s not soothing, and at this rate, I fear I’ll soak right through my underwear and dress.
At forty-five minutes, I feel like I’m losing my mind, ready to crawl out of my skin. I can’t stop moving, trying to find a way to sit that isn’t so uncomfortable and won’t lead to my ruining his pants.
Nothing is helping, though, and really, I just need to leave.
I wonder…
I try to move off his lap, but his fingers tighten, holding me in place even though he doesn’t miss a beat in whatever he’s saying.
I huff and fall back against his chest, annoyed with him and myself.
Why did I think I could handle this man?
Today is a day full of lessons.
I glare down at his hand as if I can make him release me just with the will of my mind.
I stop breathing, frozen as I watch his hand finally release its hold on me, only to slide roughly down my thigh.
Goosebumps break out all over my body, but I’m not cold, not even close. Right now, I feel like I might combust.
I’m forced to take a breath when he reaches the hem of my dress, and instead of continuing down to my knee the way I expected, he grips the soft material and hikes it back up toward my hip.
My eyes dart from my leg to the monitor, but nobody seems to notice anything is happening; they don’t pay me even the slightest bit of attention.
The tiny box with our camera in the top-right corner of the screen shows me from the shoulders up, which means it shows a little more of Nathan, but not enough for anyone to notice.
Why does that excite me and terrify me equally?
“Breathe.” His voice is quiet, hardly more than a breath itself, but the command is still there, and I suck in a breath as his fingers inch up my thigh, brushing against the red lace panties that Alex picked out.
He looks down at me, and he doesn’t say it, but I see the ‘good girl’ in his eyes, and now my breathing is almost too fast as need hits me like a truck.
This is a bad idea, terrible really, and we could easily get caught; he’s in a business meeting on camera, for crying out loud.
So why am I so damn wet?
And why don’t I try to stop him?
His eyes are still on the screen, and even as I look up at him, I’d never guess he’s doing anything else, especially not something like pulling my panties to the side, dragging one of his thick fingers up through my folds to rub at my clit.
I almost choke on my tongue, quickly turning my attention away from him to focus on the desk. There’s no chance I won’t be red, but looking at him will only make it worse. Instead, I find a fancy pen to zero in on and try to keep myself from looking suspicious.
Which sounds a lot easier than it is as he teases my pussy like he’s got a goddamn map to it.
I feel his hard length beneath me, and I’m not sure if I’m trying to get even or share the love, but I press back and ‘adjust.’
His only reaction is the way his fingers dig into my hip on the hand that still holds me in place, but that’s enough for me.
Between the way his fingers still rub at my clit and his reaction, I’m high on the feeling of him, which is what I blame for not realizing what he was doing until it’s too late and he’s got not one but two of his sinfully thick fingers buried knuckle-deep inside of me.
I lash out, my hands looking for something, landing on his leg and arm, my nails digging in as I attempt to keep myself in check.
Every instinct I have says to give in to him, give him control, and while that sounds wonderful, if I let my eyes droop the way they want to, my head back onto his chest, and the moan pass through my lips… There will be no doubt of what’s happening here, and I’d probably die of embarrassment.
I can’t imagine Nathan would like them to know. No, I need to get it together, mainly because judging by the quirk of his lips, he’s far from finished with me.
He gives me maybe thirty seconds before he’s moving, pumping his fingers inside of me, curling them up to hit that one spot that he knows makes me see stars, and I’m a goner.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s him, or the fact that we might get caught any second, or because he wound me up so high first, but I come so hard my vision blacks out, and the only thing that keeps me upright is Nathan’s strong arm wrapping around my center.
It takes me longer than it should to get myself back under control, longer than it took him to make me fall apart, but eventually I’m pretty confident that if I stand, I won’t end up right back on my ass.
Hopefully.
I release my death grip on his slacks, which now have a permanent crease in them, and his wrist that is marked with the crescent moon indents of my nails. I tap a finger on the top of his hand to get his attention.
He looks down at me as I look up at him, his pupils wide and jaw clenched, and I swear I can see his tight hold on his control, the little that’s left, that is. We hold each other's gaze for a moment, and I feel his cock throb beneath me.
After what feels like forever, he pulls his arm away and allows me to press to my feet.
I quickly scurry up and out of view before fixing my dress so that I don’t look a mess when I go out into the hall.
His eyes bore into me. I feel them roam over me like a lover’s caress. I look up, and our gaze meets for a moment before movement pulls my attention lower, to his hand that rests on his clothed erection.
Oh, good God.
I turn and scurry away, needing a moment before I beg him to fuck me regardless of who sees.
The door closes silently behind me, and while I hear the dull conversation from his meeting, I can’t miss his deep chuckle that follows me out, leaving me wet and needy all over again.