Breach (6 page)

“I’m sorry; I know he’s still a sore spot.” She perked up as an idea hit her. “You should come out with us on Friday!”

“Can’t.”

“Don’t you even dare tell me you’re busy, because that is shit and you know it.”

Her tone was startling
. Caroline only raised her voice on rare occasion, and when she did, it was directed at her boyfriend, Ian.

“Next week. I promise.”

She sighed and gave me a small smile. “I’m holding you to that. I’ll drag your ass out if I have to, and I will employ people to help.”

My lips quirked up into a small smile at the image of some mob coming to get me with Caroline at the lead.
“Cross my heart and hope to die. Better?”

“Better. But I’m not sticking a needle
in your eye. That’s just gross.” She laughed.

I laughed with her, my mood improving.

When we returned from lunch, I found Nathan struggling, squirming to get away from a member of the Boob-Squad and her obvious advances. She was determined to be the one to cheer him up.

He inched his chair away from her.
“Kelly, I’m sorry, I need to get back to work.”

I smirked at his p
redicament. I’d hand it to her, she was tenacious.

“Oh, hi, Kelly!
” My voice surprised her, and she jumped down from his desk. “Are you here to pick up the contract to take to the Lowry’s? I know Amanda Lowry is anxiously awaiting it.” My voice was dripping with sickening sweetness as I asserted my position.

“Oh, y
es, Miss Palmer.” She was blushing as she grabbed the file from my hand on her way out.

“Thank you,” Nathan’s melodic voice called, drawing
my attention away from the fleeing girl.

My body buzzed
at his address. He shouldn’t have spoken to me like that. I hated how he could affect me; pull me to him, play with me.

“I didn’t do it for you. I just
can’t stand her presence.” Then it began again, the staring. His eyes bored into me, and my body heated under his gaze.

“You and me both.”

“T.G.I.F, right? You can get a two day reprieve from your fan club.” My voice was saturated with more venom than I’d intended.

He blinked at me, his expression
going blank again before turning back to his computer, whispering, “I wish everyday was a reprieve.”

Once again, a small spec
k was given, leading to more questions with no answers.

The rest of the afternoon passed
in calm, silent reigning in the office. I ignored Nathan, with the exception of when the two visitors from the Nathan Thorne fan club stopped by. He declined every invitation to go out that evening, citing a previous engagement, leaving them with a promise of a rain check. It seemed to be the only way he could shake them.

I left without much notice a short time later and headed home. Once there, I changed into my jeans, throwing on a tank top and cardigan. I insp
ected the marks that were fading from my skin. The ones on my chest were gone, but some of the deeper ones on my neck and shoulder remained. On my way, I pulled a scarf off the hall tree and wrapped it around myself, covering the rest.

Being
that is was Friday, I headed out to my local dive bar and drank myself into a stupor, despite John’s protest. I needed the escape. There was no Nathan to walk me home, but I managed to stumble my way home just fine by myself, as I did every week before he’d showed up. In my drunkenness, I almost hit the button for the fourteenth floor just to show him I could get home fine without him. But then I realized how stupid that would make me seem, and the last thing I wanted to do was give him something more to judge about me.

With only twenty six total units, it was a wonder
I’d never bumped into him prior to that Friday night. It was a thought for a less liquored mind, and I stumbled into bed, my brain shutting down as I passed out into the darkness I craved.

S
unday fell upon me before I knew it, and I found myself at home, cleaning an already spotless home. I’d lost most of Saturday to a glorious, deep sleep, waking up just after noon.

Now, I was dancing around to the radio in my tank top and some lounge pants, my hair up in a messy bun. It was unusual for
me to leave the house on Sundays, but when I did, I was often dressed in something similar; I needed to feel comfortable after being in a suit all week.

The sun was shining, and I contemplated taking a walk, maybe down to the circle, as it was a warm day. Perh
aps I’d stop at the coffee shop or head over to the mall for a movie. Then again, I could always find something on the movie channels, maybe make some popcorn.

A loud, incessant
fist, pounding on my front door, startled me, and I ran to answer it. I released the deadbolt and pulled open the door to find Nathan, standing in my doorway, his expression wild.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked as soon as he saw me, his hands braced on the door frame.

“Nathan?”

“Why?”

The pinging of the elevator signaled my neighbor was coming up, and I grabbed onto Nathan’s tie, dragging him in. “Idiot! Do you want the whole building to know?”

He ignored my question and began pacing. “I don’t get you. All week long I’ve been waiting for Jack to pull me into his office and fire me, or the police to come
, knocking down my door to take me away, and…nothing.”

“Why the police?”

He stopped, staring at me, his hand fisting in his hair in agitation. “I practically fucking raped you, Delilah.”

My eyes widened in surprise as I stared at him. “Is that what you think happened?”

“Yes!” he yelled. “I took you against your will against a wall. Fuck!” His eyes were roaming over me, taking in the expanse of skin I’d kept hidden from him all week. He swallowed hard.

“Listen, Nathan, I think we need to get some things straightened out, because I thought you understood. First off, I asked for everything you gave me.”

“Fuck, you sound like a battered housewife.”

I rolled my eyes at him just before my temper snapped.
“Will you shut the fuck up? I’m trying to talk!” He stared at me in shock as I resumed. “I’m pretty sure I recall begging you more than once, and I never asked you to stop or said no, did I?”

His hand cupped the back of his
neck, and I could tell he was thinking back to that night. There was movement in his pants, and his eyes glazed over.

“No,” he conceded and resumed pacing.

“Second, that was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

His agitated movements stopped and his lip twitched.
“Really?” His telltale smirk returned for the first time in a week, then turned to a look of despair as a realization hit him. “Fuck, I came inside you.”

“Are you clean?”

“Yes.”

“Then we
’re good. I’m on birth control. Third, if I did do any of those things you said, there would never be the possibility you would ever do them to me again…not that you would.”

He stared at me, unblinking.
“Okay, I’m intrigued. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because no
one wants me, so why would you?”

“You have such a fucking low opinion of yourself
it pisses me off.” His blue eyes blazed, surprising me.

“W
hat?”

“You are so fucking sexy, Lila, that all I can think of doing right now is bend
ing you over that table and slamming into you again and again. Hard. My cock is like fucking steel at the thought of being inside you again. You need to be punished for making me want you this much.”

With a wicked glint in his eyes
, his gaze roamed over my body, making my pussy twitch at the thought. I stared back at him in disbelief. Once again, words foreign to me were falling from his lips. He took a few menacing steps toward me, much like a predator, and I drew in a ragged breath. My body was heating up and high on the anticipation of what he would do to me. I wanted him to lay claim to me again, mark me.

“Fuck!” he yelled
, breaking our trance and pacing again. “What the fuck is it about you?”

Nathan turned to face me. His tortured expression indicating his mood was shifting, once again. I never knew what to expect from him
.

“I. Don’t. Want.
You.” He spat as he accentuated each word. I cringed as his harsh words forced open cracks. “And you really don’t want me. No one should want me. I’m not a fucking catch, I’m a fucking…”

His fist pulled back as
if he was going to punch something, but I lunged out and grabbed it, then with all my strength, pushed him against the wall.

He was stunned, staring down at me with wide eyes.
My lips were inches from his, taunting him, playing him back. His expression was one of wariness.

“You think you forced yourself on me? Well, how about a little payback then?”

I dropped down to my knees in front of him and began undoing his pants, driven by the growing need to have him again.

“Shit!” he exclaimed as I pulled his hard cock from its confines. His hands slapped against the wall, palms flat, bracing himself.

His legs were locked in preparation for my mouth. I looked up and found his gaze focused down on me, unblinking and lust filled. His eyes were wide from the anticipation of what I was going to do to him. He was long, thick, and deliciously hard. My pussy gushed at the vision of perfection before me, and I leaned forward, wrapping my lips around the leaking head before taking in as much of him as I was able.

“Fuck, f
uck!” His hands moved from the wall and fisted in my hair.

I attempted to work him all the way in, but it didn’t happen and was going to take further practice. My tongue pressed against the vein on the underside of his cock as I moved back up, sucking on the tip.

The action triggered the dirty words I’d gotten a peek of. He had no idea how much they turned me on. I loved it.

“Shit, that’s it, baby. Fuck, you are such a good little cock sucker.”

My head bobbed up and down his length, and he watched with rapt attention; eyes dark, and hooded. I moaned around him, the sensation causing his lips to part in ecstasy.

“You can’t stop yourself from craving my dick, can you? It’s all you can think about, isn’t it?”

His hips began to rock, pushing him deeper, almost all the way in. His hands in my hair began to push and pull me up and down his length so he could fuck my mouth. My panties were drenched.

“You have such a hot
, wet, little mouth.” He groaned and then slowed his movements as he tried to push my head down, taking my mouth all the way to the base. I choked around him, the intrusion foreign. His sexual aggression was sparking something inside me that had been festering for a long time. “Fuck, I’m all the way in…feels so damn good. You love it, don’t you? You love sucking me off like a little cock slut.”

He pulled me off
him, picked me up, and slammed me against the wall, lips crashing to mine. His eyes were even darker, lost in the lust that surrounded us. “I don’t think I want you to swallow me tonight. I want to come in that fucking tight cunt of yours.”

He kissed me again, hard and needy. One hand was still tangled in my hair, the other grabbing my ass so hard I anticipated a hand print bruise in the morning.

“How do you taste on my lips?” I asked him in the brief moment his left mine.

He growled, pulling my hips to his, rubbing the fabric of my pants against his very erect cock. “Oh, baby, I’m about to ask you the same thing,” he whispered in my ear before biting just beneath.

His mouth worked its way down my neck; tongue licking, teeth nipping. He stopped, his gaze locked on the still prominent mark on my shoulder that had not faded. His finger traced the outline his teeth had created, his tongue mirroring the path before his teeth clamped down.

“That is so fucking sexy.” H
e yanked down the strap of my tank top, exposing my breast.