CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
NASH
NASH
The gauzy gray morning light was the first thing I noticed.
Clara sitting on the edge of my bed like she was about to escape was the second.
My hand shot out reflexively, grabbing her wrist, stilling her. Please stay.
“Whoa. Hey. Good morning.” Her soft laugh filled the room, settling like music inside me.
My grip loosened, and I rubbed at my eyes. “Sorry. I thought you were trying to sneak out. I didn’t mean…” My heart was pounding. I’d thought she was leaving for real.
Because she will. Everyone does eventually.
That nasty voice in the back of my head was back, and it had scared the fuck out of me. Until I remembered the contract.
She wouldn’t leave. She had to stay.
But what about when the contract is over?
“I’m not going anywhere except the bathroom, I promise.” She giggled, booping me on the nose. “Be right back.”
I watched her pad naked across my bedroom and into the bathroom where we’d nearly flooded the place with our passion. I contemplated the different angles of my bedroom as she was in there, drawing deep breaths as I slowly remembered the details from the night before.
Despite how many times I’d slid my cock into her last night, I still couldn’t believe this was real.
I was in love.
No.
I was…highly satisfied. After something of a dry spell. That had to be it. And I was ready to do this every fucking night for the rest of…the year. Definitely not my life.
She hurried back into the bedroom, diving under the covers. She pulled the sheets up to her chin, grinning at me. “What are you thinking about?”
I wasn’t going to lie. “Your divine pussy.”
She hid her face under the covers, laughing. “Stop it.”
I slid my hands under the covers to find her warm, soft body. As soon as my fingertips met her curves, my cock was stiffening. “You think I’m joking.”
I pulled her into me, but she shied away, hiding her face in my shoulder.
“I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet,” she said.
“You came on my tongue and on my cock last night. I don’t care about morning breath.
” I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
She smelled like a human flower, and I needed a hit of it before my day truly began.
When I tore the covers off us, intent on exploring more of body, she froze.
“Nash—”
I blinked down at her, confused by her sudden hesitance. “What is it?”
She reached for the covers. “Let’s just keep me under here.”
“You don’t want me to see you or something?”
Indecision creased her face. I could tell I’d touched a sore point. Her request to go somewhere darker last night suddenly made more sense.
“Even after all those things we did last night?” I asked, both confused and incredulous as I pushed the sheets back and ran my hand along her hip.
She was gorgeous. Full-bodied. Buxom. A hundred other words that were all synonyms for fucking hot.
“I’ve seen every part of you, Clara. And I approve whole-heartedly.
Look at this.” My cock was already stiff just from looking at her.
Clara nibbled on her bottom lip. “I just have a hard time believing you when I was roughly a hundred pounds lighter four years ago.”
“You don’t need to believe me. You just need to believe this.” I gestured to my cock.
She laughed, but it faded quickly. “I can’t help but imagine what sort of sculpted super models you had to turn down when you signed our contract.
I can’t compare to them. I’m never going to be the waifish Hamptons mom who goes to Pilates at seven a.m. and wears a size zero and has it all together.
Even when I’m financially stable. I’m just not. ”
I held her arms, looking deep into her beautiful eyes. “I’m not asking you to be.”
She inhaled shakily, then nodded.
“I asked you to be my wife,” I said slowly.
“I didn’t ask the Clara who weighed a hundred pounds less.
I didn’t put in the contract that you needed to start going to Pilates.
I think you’re perfect as you are. I don’t want you to change a thing unless you want to change it.
And I sincerely hope you can understand how drop-dead sexy you are someday. ”
She laughed a little, dipping her chin.
“I really don’t know any larger proof than this, honestly.” I gestured to my cock, which was still standing strong.
She glanced at it and dissolved into laughter. “Large is right.”
“We should put this proof somewhere,” I muttered, feigning confusion.
“The proof is in the pudding,” she recited.
“Proof is in the pussy, more like,” I cracked, pulling her on top of me. “You’re gorgeous and you make me hard from the second I wake up. I’m dying to put my proof in your pussy.”
She laughed into my shoulder for a few moments before pushing her palms against my chest and sitting on top of me. My cock found the damp crease of her cunt, and I couldn’t fight a gritty moan.
“There we are.” I bucked my hips beneath her, my cock gliding against the slickness of her cunt. She was already wet for me. She was a dream. “This is the best wake-up call.”
Clara bit her bottom lip, her eyes going hooded as she rubbed against my dick. Her pretty hazel eyes were focused only on me as I bumped and ground beneath her, loving the friction almost as much as I would love sinking into her in moments from now.
She started rolling her hips, little whimpers escaping her. We’d only fucked a handful of times since we met, but I was already learning this woman like the back of my hand. I dug my fingertips into the softness of her hips, rooting her in place on top of me.
“That’s right, Clara. Take what you need from me.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, her nipples two pretty pink points as she rubbed her hungry pussy across my cock.
“How’s that feel?” My voice was gritty. I wasn’t letting go of the heat and weight of her on top of me anytime soon.
“So…fucking…amazing.” Her voice sounded a million miles away.
“You wanna feel this proof inside you?” My hands roamed all the feminine softness, the timeless beauty of her curves.
She gasped and laughed at the same time as I lifted her, easing my cock inside. She sank on top of me with a low, throaty moan. The sight of her, wild haired, half-delirious from pleasure, glowing in the early morning light, nearly sent me over the edge.
“I don’t ever want to hear you saying anything bad about this beautiful body again,” I growled, moving my hips in a slow circle beneath her. “Or else.”
A smile drifted onto her lips. “Or else what?”
“Mmm.” I matched her hips rocking movements, temporarily distracted by her luscious tits. I grabbed a nipple between my teeth, flicking my tongue back and forth across it. “Or else I’ll have to put my proof in this pussy until you learn your lesson.”
I cupped her tits in my hands, loving the way they bounced as I ground up into her from below. Despite how much sex we’d had last night, I was nearing the edge of no return already. I scooped her up from below, hoisting her slightly so that I could pound into her.
The cutest little squeak escaped her, followed by low, throaty moans that sent shivers down my spine. Clara braced herself against my chest as I fucked her, fingernails curling into my chest. Her mouth fell open, everything on her bouncing and moving as I pounded into her from below.
“Ohhhhh, Naaaash!” Her voice came out a high-pitched squeal. She squeezed her eyes shut, mouth falling open as I drove into her as deep as I could. Heat and pleasure exploded inside me, my hips jerking.
“You see…what your beautiful body…does to me.” My voice came out gruff and deep as the orgasm wrung me out.
I pulled her down on top of me, so every inch of our bodies touched, capturing her lips in a long, passionate kiss.
Our chests heaved in sync. I squeezed my arms around her, still feeling lightheaded from the climax.
My cock twitched, going limp inside her, but I had no desire to move.
“Holy shit,” she finally croaked into my shoulder.
“Mmm.” I kissed the top of her head, my eyelids getting heavy. It was such a good morning to keep doing exactly this. Sleep. Fuck. Sleep. Fuck. “Let’s take a nap just like this and then wake up and do it again.”
She laughed lazily, drawing invisible patterns over my bicep. “I wish. I have to go pick up Mia soon.”
The dose of reality brought me some clarity. I didn’t know what to do with the disappointment that flooded my body. I didn’t want her to leave this cocoon. Leave me.
“Zoey can’t drop her at daycare?”
“They’re having an in-service day. So she’ll be home with me.”
“Let’s go get her and come back here.” I kissed the top of her head again, as though sealing the deal. “I’m not ready to let you go.”
Clara rolled off me enough that her head rested in the crook of my arm and she could look up at me. “I don’t know.”
“I’ll be working from home.” It hadn’t been the plan, but it absolutely was now. Especially if it meant Clara would stay a bit longer. “Bring whatever you need. Think of it as a…co-working space.”
She bit back a smile. “It’s quite the exclusive co-working space. This penthouse with a view? I can’t imagine the monthly membership fees.”
“Just your hand in marriage,” I cracked, and that earned me a laugh.
“It’ll be relaxed. Mia won’t see us doing anything naughty.
We’ll be perfect angels. Besides, she loved the play area so much.
I think she wants to feed the dollies their daily dose of oatmeal or whatever it was she was forcing down their throats the other night. ”
Clara shook with silent laughter. “You make a pretty convincing argument.”
“And I’ll cook dinner for you again. Or Henri will. We’ll decide later. Then you can spend the night. Movie night, popcorn, I’ll bust out the projector.”
Her brows drew together. “Nash…I can’t do overnight with Mia.”
Even though I knew she’d say it, the words still stung. Only because I wanted her to stay, tonight and multiple nights after. I kissed her forehead.
“I know. But you can’t blame me for trying.”