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I raise my hips and, holding him in my hand, slowly guide him inside me.
Oh. My. God.
I need to kiss whomever invented the apadravya. A lot. It feels incredible, having those two small balls massage the wall of my vagina.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Nate’s jaw is clenched, his hands cupping my ass, and I lean down and gently kiss him and rest my forehead on his, bracing myself on his shoulders.
I slowly start to move, up and down and the sensation is just… so good.
“Oh, Nate,” I whisper against his mouth.
“Yes, baby,” he whispers back, and I sit up, and start to really ride him, hard. He raises his hips in a counter-rhythm, bucking me up and down, and I’m lost in him. I throw my head back and revel in the bliss of Nate being inside me, and I start to feel my body tense, my legs start to shake, and Nate suddenly sits up and wraps his arms around my waist and his mouth around my nipple, and I come undone, shattering around him.
He grips my hips tightly and pulls me against him, hard, and cries out my name as he empties himself into me.
Our breathing is ragged as I rest on his lap, he’s still inside me, and I push my fingers through his soft hair. I lay my forehead against his and smile.
“Well, that was… wow.”
He chuckles and runs a hand down my back, from the nape of my neck to my ass. “That was definitely wow. Are you okay?”
“Hmmm.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Hmmm.”
He laughs and lifts me off of him and sets me down on the bed. He switches off one of the lights, turns down the covers and tucks us both in, pulling me against him. I lay with my head on his chest and use my finger to trace the outline of his tattoo.
“You don’t have any tattoos,” he murmurs.
“No, I’m allergic to needles.”
“Huh?” He pulls back so he can see my face and I grin.
“I’m scared shitless of needles. Natalie had to get me stinking drunk in college just to get my ears pierced. So if you prefer girls with body art, I’m not your girl.”
He chuckles and kisses my forehead. “You’re my kind of girl, with or without body art.”
“Yours are beautiful.” I murmur.
“Thank you. Do you want me to turn the light out so you can sleep?”
“I like having the lights on so I can look at you,” I whisper shyly.
“Go to sleep, honey.” He hugs me close and I close my eyes and drift.
***
I can’t sleep. It’s two a.m. and I’m wide awake. Nate is sleeping peacefully on his side, facing me. The sidelight is still on, and I can’t help but stare at him. His face is relaxed, his dark eyelashes laying against his cheeks. He’s just so handsome.
And I’m restless.
I slip from the bed, out of the room and down to the spare bedroom where my suitcase and purse still are. I pull on some pajamas, grab my iPad and iPhone out of my purse and go into the kitchen.
Chocolate.
I help myself to a slice of the decadent chocolate cheesecake and check my iPhone. No messages. Good. I fire up the iPad and perch on a stool, nibbling on the second most delicious thing in the world, ranking just below the very sexy Nate.
Suddenly my phone chirps with a text. It’s from Natalie. At two a.m.?
Can’t sleep. So uncomfortable! Are you awake?
I smile and call her. I’ve missed her so much since she moved out of our house and into Luke’s house just up the street from me. I don’t get to see her as often as I used to.
“So, you are awake?” she asks dryly when she answers.
“Yes, can’t sleep. You?” I take another bite of cake.
“I’m so damn uncomfortable. This baby has something against letting me breathe these days. And she thinks my bladder is a trampoline.” I can hear the joy in her voice and I grin.
“I can’t wait to meet her, Nat.”
“Me either. Only a few weeks left, can you believe it?”
“No, it’s gone so fast. Are you excited for the shower next weekend?” I ask.
“I’m excited to see the family, but you know I hate it when you guys spend money on me, Jules. We don’t need anyone to give us gifts, you know that.”
I roll my eyes. I am never going to win this argument with her. She makes me crazy. “We love you, Luke and that precious baby girl. We want to spoil her. So shut up and be grateful.”
“Don’t be a bitch,” she responds, making me laugh. “How are you?”
“I’m fine. But I have a confession.” I have to tell her. She’s my best friend.
“What?”
“I’m at Nate’s apartment.”
“What?” she squeals.
I explain about his email this afternoon and dinner in his office and how I ended up here. There is just silence on the phone and I think I’ve lost her.
“Nat?”
“I’m here. Fuck, Jules, do you know what you’re doing?”
“I know that I like him, Nat. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but frankly I’m so tired of pretending that I’m not attracted to him. It’ll work out.” I bite my lip and push my cake away from me.
“I hope it works out the way you want it to, sweetie. Just be very careful. This could have disaster written all over it.”
“Trust me,” I respond sarcastically, “I’m aware.”
I hear Luke’s deep voice in the background and Natalie’s response. “I’m fine, my love, just can’t sleep. Jules, I’ll call you this weekend. Luke’s awake now.”
“Good, I do not want to hear you two go at it over the phone.” I roll my eyes again and exhale. “I love you, girl.”
“Love you too. Goodnight.”
I put my phone down and rest my head in my hands. I told her the truth, I am tired of pretending. I’m not a great actress. But I’m going to have to continue to act at work like there is nothing going on between us. Can I do that?
Do I have a choice?
“Julianne! Fuck, Julianne!”
Chapter Five
My heart slams into my throat as I twirl at the panicked shouts of Nate in his bedroom. I hear him lunge off the bed and his feet are hitting the ground hard as he runs into the great room. He comes to an abrupt stop when he sees me across the room on the stool, his eyes are raw, feral, and he’s panting, standing there in all his naked glory.