With Me in Seattle Bundle One (61 page)

“Really?” He grins delightedly and leans back to look down at me.  “I think I like the sound of that.”

“Oh, you’re definitely going to like it.”  I pull out of his arms and take his hand while leading him to the stairs. 

When we reach my bedroom, I turn on the sidelight and turn to him and slowly begin to strip.  I take the wide black belt off first and toss it aside, followed by my slacks. 

Nate’s eyes are on fire, his arms crossed on his chest, and he’s pulling at his bottom lip with his thumb and forefinger as he watches me undress. I unbutton my shirt but leave it on, open in the front, showing off my nude-colored bra and matching thong.

I walk to him, and he drops his arms to his sides, not touching me, and that’s okay.

This is for him.

I pull his shirt out of his slacks and unbutton it, then push it off his strong, broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.  I trace the tattoo on his right arm and shoulder with my fingertips and lean over and kiss the dark ink on his chest, smiling as he inhales swiftly through his teeth.

I’m just getting started.

My hands glide down his sides and make quick work of unfastening his belt and pants, slipping them down his hips and legs to the floor.  He went commando today.

Holy shit.

I step back and let my eyes feast on his beautiful body.  His hair is loose, his steel-gray eyes on mine.  His breathing has quickened, and his hands are in fists at his sides, and I can see that it’s taking every ounce of his self-control to not attack me.

Backing up to the bed, I make a
come here
motion with my finger and point to the bed.  “Lie down, please.”

A soft smile touches his lips as he wanders to me.  He stops in front of me and cups my cheek in his palm, bringing my eyes up to his before rubbing my lower lip with his thumb.  I kiss the soft pad, and he groans.

“How do you want me to lie down?” he asks, his voice raspy with lust.

“On your back.”

He pulls back the covers and lies in the middle of the bed, braced on his elbows, watching me.  I let my shirt fall to the floor, slip out of my bra and thong, and climb on the bed with him, my knees between his legs.  I kiss his belly, his sternum, and then his lips, pulling back when he tries to deepen the kiss, then leaning in again and teasing him with just the tip of my tongue.

“You’re making me crazy, baby,” he murmurs, and I grin.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, honey.”  I nip his chin, run my tongue down his neck, and glide my mouth and hands down his torso, settling back on my heels between his legs.  His cock is full and hard, and I circle the tip with my finger, over the silver balls.

“I like this,” I murmur, and he chuckles.

“Do you?”

“Hmm.”

“I’m glad.”

I run my finger down his length and over his scrotum, then back up to the tip. 

“Jesus, baby, that feels good.”

I lean down and follow the path my finger took with the tip of my tongue, and the bed shifts as he falls onto his back, growling. 

“Fuck, seeing that little pink mouth of yours on my cock is so sexy.”

It’s about to get a lot sexier.

I swirl my tongue around the tip and sink down over him, and suddenly, his strong hands are in my hair, guiding me up and down, directing me where he wants me to go, and it’s so fucking
hot.

His hips are moving beneath me, pushing up into my mouth, and just when I think he’s about to let go, he grips my shoulders, and I’m suddenly on my back with Nate over me, spreading me wide open and pushing into me, hard.

“Oh God!” My back arches, and his lips find a nipple, his arms wrapped around my waist, as he pushes into me, over and over again. 

He pulls me up so I’m straddling him. His hands find my ass and raise and lower me over him, grinding deeply into me, his mouth still on my breast.  I bear down and squeeze him, feeling those silver balls in my core, and I come apart around him, shuddering and convulsing.

“Fuck, yes,” he cries out and pulls me down one more time as he erupts inside me.

***

I’m on my back again, staring at the ceiling, Nate wrapped around me, his cheek resting on my belly.  We’re still panting, coming down from our violent orgasms.

“That was fun.” I grin and run my fingers through his hair.  “Let’s do it again.”

“Jesus, Julianne, give a man a chance to recover.”

“Don’t be a pussy.” I laugh as he bites my belly and climbs up my body, resting on his elbow to my right side. 

He brushes the hair that came out of my bun off my face and kisses me sweetly, then bites my lip.

“Ow!”

“You have such a dirty mouth.”

“I just call ’em like I see ’em.”

He bites my lip again, more gently this time, and I sigh against his mouth.

“And you see me as a pussy?” he asks, deceptively softly.

“Hmm…maybe not.”

He leans back and raises an eyebrow.  “Maybe?”

“Probably not.”

“I’ll show you how much of a pussy I am, baby.”

He’s suddenly inside me again, and I’m tucked beneath him, and…
holy shit.

Chapter Fourteen

Cooking with Nate this past week has been a lot of fun.  We get sidetracked a lot and burned the hell out of a perfectly innocent pork tenderloin when we lost track of time in the shower one evening, but it’s exciting to be creative with him in the kitchen.  Up until tonight we’ve either eaten out or cooked together, and I want to cook
for
him.

So I am.

It’s Sunday evening, and we’re back at Nate’s place for the night.  Alecia’s cleaning crew did a great job at the house, but we decided to come back to Nate’s condo so he can get some work done in his office.

Because I prefer to cook to music, I plug my iPhone into his sound system and crank it up.  Yes, my cooking music tastes are a bit…juvenile.  I prefer pop music to dance around the kitchen to.  Britney Spears.  Lady Gaga.  Maybe a little Carly Rae Jepsen and her
Call Me Maybe
.  In fact, that works.  Carly starts to sing through the speakers hidden throughout the room, and I start to shake my ass while compiling what I need for dinner.

Hmm… I wonder what Nate would look like in ripped jeans?  Good call, Carly.

I pour myself a glass of fruity white wine, take a sip and pull my hair up into a messy twist at the crown of my head.  I’m still wearing gray yoga pants and a black tank top from our trip to the gym today.  God, I love watching Nate work out.  At thirty, his body is incredible.  Hell, his body is incredible for a twenty-year-old.

I still didn’t win in the ring today, but I knocked him on his ass twice, and that’s a victory in my book.

I smile smugly and quarter baby red potatoes for roasting, plopping them in cold water until I’m ready for them.  The chicken I’m roasting with lemon and basil goes in the oven when the bell rings, telling me it’s warm enough.  I’ll round out the meal with roasted asparagus with garlic.

I have time for a shower, so I set the kitchen timer for one hour, grab my wine, and walk down the hallway to the master bedroom, passing Nate’s office.  His door is open, and he’s at the desk with the phone cradled between his ear and shoulder, and he’s typing furiously on his keyboard.

“No, fuck that, they’ll never accept that offer,” he snaps, but his eyes soften when he sees me in the doorway.

“Dinner’s still a couple hours away.  I’m hitting the shower,” I whisper.

“Hold on, Parker.”  He pushes the receiver against his shoulder so Parker can’t hear him.  “Okay, baby.  What is that noise coming out of my speakers out there?”

“Cooking music.”  I shrug innocently, blow him a kiss and saunter into the bathroom, stripping as I adjust the water temperature in his amazing shower.  This bathroom is beautiful, and the shower is big enough to host a small orgy, with a large rainshower showerhead in the ceiling.  It feels incredible.

Thankfully, Nate’s sound system is wired throughout the whole condo, except his office, so I’m shimmying my hips and singing along to
Pocket Full of Sunshine
by Natasha Bedingfield as I lather up my hair.  I lean my head back and let the hot water flow over me, rinsing my hair.  The soapy lather falling down my back and over my breasts, bottom and legs feels so good on my skin, still sensitive from today’s workout, and my hands glide over my breasts, the nipples puckering on contact.

Mmm… pity Nate has so much work tonight.  I could use some company.  He’s very inventive in the shower.

John Mayer starts to sing through the speakers about my body being a wonderland, and my hands start to slide all over my torso, one wandering closer to the homeland.

I perch one foot on a bench built into the tile and slide my hand between my legs, pushing my fingers between my folds, and imagine that it’s Nate’s fingers making me crazy.  My other hand plucks at a nipple, and suddenly, Nate is behind me, his body pressed to mine, his arms wrapped around me, and I jump, startled.  I was so wrapped up in my little fantasy I didn’t hear him join me.

“Don’t stop,” he whispers in my ear.  “Keep touching yourself.”

I shake my head and lean back against his chest, suddenly shy.  He nibbles my neck and grabs my hand in his, guiding it back down between my legs.

“Want me to help?”

“Yes.” I sigh and arch my back as he pushes my fingers through my folds again, rubbing back and forth and up over my clit, then back down to my labia.

“Oh God,” I moan.  It feels so good, and just a little naughty.  I try to pull my hand away to let him continue on his own, but he grabs it again in a firm hold.

“You don’t know what it does to me to see you pleasure yourself, Julianne.”  His words are soft, hypnotizing and so sexy, and I can feel his hard-on against my ass. 

Our hands continue their assault, and he presses my palm against my clit and bites that spot on my neck, just behind my ear, and my body starts to shudder.  I come against our hands, rocking and pushing against them, crying out his name.

Nate spins me around and pins me against the cold tile wall, leaning his torso against me, his cock pressed to my belly, and his lips are on mine, kissing me voraciously.  I run my hands over his sides to his back and down to grip his very fine, very firm ass and squeeze.

“I need to be inside you,” he growls and cups my ass to lift me.  “Wrap your legs around me, baby.” 

I do, and he eases himself inside me, slowly, his forehead leaning against mine, gray eyes burning with lust and need.  I tangle his wet hair in my fingers and hold on as he begins to move in and out of me, faster and faster, our breathing ragged and harsh.  His eyes never leave mine as he pushes and pulls harder, faster, and I feel my legs clench tighter around him, another orgasm moving though me.

“Come on, baby, give it to me,” he whispers against my lips, and his words are my undoing. 

“Oh God, Nate!”  I pulsate around him, milking his cock and those amazing silver balls with my pussy, and he bites his lower lip, then clenches his teeth as he falls over the edge, his hips grinding into mine, hands gripping my ass so tightly it must be bruising me, as he comes inside me.

He holds me there, against the wall, for a long minute, both of us gasping for air, gazing at each other.  I rhythmically run my fingers through his hair, and he places his lips gently on mine, brushing back and forth, kissing me softly.

“You are so sweet,” he murmurs.  “You’re mine, do you understand?  No matter what happens.  You. Are. Mine.”  His eyes and voice are raw with emotion, and I feel tears prick the sides of my eyes.

“Yes,” I whisper.  “I’m yours, Nate.”  Where is this coming from?

He shudders one more time and slips out of me, gently lowering me back to my feet.  He cups my face in his hands and runs his nose down along mine before kissing me chastely and pulling away, shutting off the water, and leading me out of the cavernous shower to dry off.

“What in God’s name is this music?” he asks with a scowl.  Fergie is singing
Glamorous.

“Hey, I love this song.”  I smack his ass as I walk past him to his bedroom to root through my suitcase for clothes.

“Your taste in music sucks, baby.”  He pulls a black T-shirt over his head and then steps into a pair of old worn blue jeans.  No underwear.

“I like listening to happy music while I cook,” I explain calmly.

“Rock is happy.” He plants his hands on his hips and watches me pull on my jeans and a blue tunic top.

“So is this.”  I shrug and walk past him into the bathroom to blow my hair dry and secure it back in a ponytail.

“Why are you watching me?” I ask, feeling his eyes on me.

“I like watching you,” he responds, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Are you done working?” I ask.

“No, I have a few more calls to make.”

“Do you need any help?”  I feel guilty.  I’m sure there’s something I can do to help.  He’s my boss, for Pete’s sake.

“No, I’ve got it.  I’ll have some things for you at the office in the morning.”

“Okay.”  Happy with my hair, I turn and lean my bottom against the vanity and gaze at him.  “Is this getting weird for you?”

He frowns, perplexed.  “Is what getting weird?”

“Us, working together, practically living together.”  Fuck.  Now he’s going to think I want to live with him.
 
“I mean, we don’t really live together, but we’re together all the time.”

“Work isn’t weird for me.  We only see each other a few times throughout the day.”  He pushes away from the door and walks to me, leaning his hands on the vanity at my hips, bringing his eyes level with mine.  “I want to be with you as much as possible outside of work.  This is when we’re
us
, with no pretenses.  Is it weird for you?”

“I don’t know.” I shrug and lower my gaze to his chest, but he captures my chin in his fingers and makes me meet his stare.

“Look at me, and be honest.  I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Julianne.  Not about us.”

“I’m not uncomfortable.  I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.  There are moments at work that are weird.  I won’t deny that.”  I run my hands up his strong arms and over his shoulders to rest them on his muscular chest.  “You’re my boss.  If you decide to end this, you could also end my career.  It’s a sticky place to be for me.”