The Job (7 page)

“I …
fuck this.” He stalked past her and slammed the bathroom door shut. Alex jumped
and bit back tears, as something crashed against the wall in the other room.
There were sounds of rustling. Another door slammed, then … nothing. He
wouldn’t have left her here, would he?

Sure
enough, when she stuck her head out of the door the suite was empty. For one
second she had visions of him running around the corridor with nothing but a
towel slung round his hips. Then she noticed that his clothes were missing.
Well, all bar his shirt, which she was still wearing. A hysterical bubble of
laughter escaped her, and she slammed her hand over her mouth. Somehow the
thought of him in his tux, shirtless, wasn’t much better than the towel look in
her mind.

That’s
it, she’d lost her marbles, as had he, clearly. If he was looking to do damage
control, then running around this luxury hotel in that disheveled state would
do him no favors. It was too much to wrap her head around right now. Having
taken care of the now urgent demands of her bladder, she took a much needed
shower.

When
she emerged suitably rejuvenated, there was still no sign of him.
 
Making use of the hotel provided hairdryer,
she set to work to tidy herself up. She was in the process of pulling her jeans
slowly over her tender bottom, when her phone rang. She had turned that off,
hadn’t she?

Frowning,
she fished it out of her bag. Alex groaned when she saw it was Marissa. It
stopped ringing before she could swipe to answer it. Unease trawled up her
spine, when she found the number of missed calls she’d had from her friend over
the last half hour. She slapped her forehead dreading that conversation.
 
Rather than turning it off, the phone had
been set to
do not disturb
and the specified time frame had run out.

Almost
immediately the phone rang again, and Alex answered it with a hesitant,
“Hello?”

“
Finally.
Jesus, girl, tell me you’re okay. Why are you not answering your phone? What in
the world is going on? I had my boss on the freaking phone, thanking me for a
job well done. I tell you I almost passed out when she called, especially as
she’s tripled my fee for the night. What’s more, the woman knows it wasn’t me
with the client. So, I’m imagining all sorts here. Then you don’t answer…
Dammit, say something, babe.”

Alex
had to laugh as Marissa finally stopped speaking.

“Well,
I would, if you let me get a word in edgeways. I’m fine by the way.” She
grimaced at her reflection in the mirror as she said that. Sure enough Marissa
snorted down the phone at her.

“You
don’t sound fine. I want to know what the fuck he did to you that I get paid
off like this. I don’t like it.”

Alex
sighed, and bit back tears, as images of last night invaded her consciousness,
together with the murmured words delivered in his deep voice.
I love you,
Alex.

 
She thought she’d dreamed them, but if he’d
really said that, then …
fuck.
She had to go and find him.

“Look,
Marissa, I’ve just realized I’ve fucked up big time. I need to go and find him,
to—”

“Now
hold on one freaking minute here.” Marissa almost shouted down the phone.
“You’re not going anywhere until you explain this to me—”

“I
love him, okay. I need to tell him that, before I never see him again.
 
Oh my god, what if he’s left already…” The
sharp intake of breath down the line stopped her.

“You
what? After one night? Come on, girl. I’m really worried about you now. Who
does that? Certainly not you. You’re drugged, right? I’m coming over there to
sort this.”

The
sound of the door opening meant Alex stopped listening to her friend, as
Nathanial stepped through. He stopped on the threshold, watching her warily, as
though he was expecting her to throw something at him. Her heart gave a few
bumps, before it settled back down again.

He
looked utterly disheveled and so damn sexy standing there with his bare chest
peeping out from under his tux jacket, his hair in disarray as though he’d run
his hands through it repeatedly. The sheer force of the relief of seeing him
again took her breath away.

“Alexandra!”
The shrill tone coming from the phone she still clutched in her hands made her jump.
Nathanial’s expression darkened as he fully stepped into the room, shut the
door, and leaned against it. Hands in his pockets, he stared at her and then
pointedly looked at the phone.

“You
best answer her,” he said. “Doesn’t seem as though she is going to give up.”

Nathanial
didn’t know the half of it. Marissa was worse than a dog with a bone when she
wanted to get to the bottom of something. She was also fiercely loyal and
protective of her friends. If she said she was coming, then that’s exactly what
she would do, unless Alex stopped her.

“Stop
shouting at me. I’m here. No, I’m not drugged, for goodness sakes. In fact,
I’ve never seen things clearer in my entire life.”

Nathanial
frowned when she said that. His mouth fell slightly open at her next words.

“No,
I didn’t fall in love last night.” She walked toward him as she said that. Nat
straightened and swore under his breath. “You’re right that would be
ridiculous, but your client … well, I fell in love with him when I was sixteen.
While that didn’t work out too well, I’ve just realized that I never stopped
loving him. If what he said to me last night is the way he really feels, then …
well then, I’m not going anywhere.”

Nathanial
froze. He looked utterly stunned, which made Alex smile.

“You’ve
got to be kidding me.”

Marissa’s
equally stunned reply in her ears made Alex giggle. Nathanial drew in a sharp
breath when she sunk to her knees in front of him.

“Not
kidding, Rissa. I’ll explain it all when I see you. I’ve gotta go, okay? Don’t
worry about me, I’m fine. I really, really am.”

Ending
the call, she shut her eyes. She nuzzled into her Sir’s groin with a small
sigh. His cock jerked and hardened under her cheeks. Alex smiled as peace
descended upon her. Where this had come from heaven only knew, but here on her
knees with her Sir wrapping his hands in her hair that’s exactly where she
wanted to be.

“What
the hell are you doing, girl?”

His
voice sounded hoarse and strained. The hands holding her hair off her face
shook slightly, as he tilted her head up.
 

“Making
amends, Sir.” He went so still she couldn’t be sure he was even breathing right
now. The hold on her hair grew painful. A muscle ticked in his jaw as he stared
at her.

“I’m
sorry about my reaction. I don’t have a low opinion of you. I just have a low
opinion of myself—”

She
screeched in surprise when he yanked her to her feet to kiss her. This wasn’t
just a kiss. It was a brand, a mark on her very soul, as he plundered her mouth
in such a way that left her in no doubt of his feelings. Alex whimpered into
the kiss. When Nathanial grasped her ass cheeks, she wrapped her legs around
his waist. In the next instant, they fell onto the bed, ripping each other’s
clothes off until they were both naked and breathing heavily. Pinned under his
bodyweight, with her sore ass protesting at the move, there was still nowhere
else she wanted to be right now. She blinked back tears, when Nathanial took
her arms. He held them up above her head with his large hands on her wrists,
while he nuzzled into her neck. Shivers of need darted across her skin at the
feel of his scruff scraping along the sensitive skin. Alex spread her legs
wider to enable him to settle between him. The action brought his erect cock in
direct contact with her pussy. They both groaned as she grew even wetter for
him.

Flexing
his hips, Nathanial ran the tip of his cock through her slit. Alex groaned as
the sensitive tissues reacted instantly. The bite of pain just served to get
her more aroused though.
 
Nat grinned
down at her, as he got to his knees between her legs. He transferred both her
wrists into one of his large hands and ran his free one slowly down her body.
Alex started panting when he reached her breasts. Using just one finger, he ran
slow circles around her nipples. The buds firmed, ached, and yet more of her
juices spilled out of her.

“Please,
Sir, I want you.”

Nathanial’s
grin turned wicked as he trailed that torturous finger lower, over her
quivering abdomen until he could cup her mound. A hiss escaped Alex at the
gentle contact and he bent his head to kiss her.

“I
want you too, baby, so much, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

At
her eye roll in answer, he laughed.

“Okay,
that’s not strictly speaking true, but I was hard on you last night. You must
be sore.”

Alex
lifted her hips in a silent plea. Nat smiled and the tenderness in his eyes
took her breath away.

“I’m
not that sore, Sir, please. It will be fine if you do it gently.”

Nathanial
kissed her again in a gentle exploration of her lips and mouth that made her
feel truly cherished and loved. Sure enough, by the time he finally broke the
kiss, and looked down on her, she could see the truth of his feelings reflected
in the heated molten chocolate of his dark eyes.

“Just
so we’re clear here. I do love you, girl. My wanting to marry you has nothing
to do with any damage control.”

Happiness
bubbled up inside of her at his whispered words. When he reached down and lined
up his cock with her entrance it was her who lifted her hips so that he slid
in.

“Fuck,
baby, tell me this is okay. I want to claim you with nothing between us.”

Alex
tightened her internal muscles in response and whispered her answer.

“Yes,
I’m on the pill, oh…”

 
Nathanial swore and grasped both her hips,
lifting her butt higher. It meant he slid in farther. Alex moaned as his thick
shaft forced her sensitive walls apart. There was a brief flare of pain as her
oversensitive tissues protested momentarily, before pleasure took over.

“God,
yes, please, more.”

“So
fucking tight and wet. I love how your cunt grips me. Tell me you’re mine,
always.” Nathanial loomed over her, all dark, brooding, and intense. She bit
her lip and nodded.

“Say
you’ll marry me.” He gasped the words out through gritted teeth as he bottomed
out inside of her and pulled almost all the way out, before he slid back in.

Pleasure
erupted along her nerve endings, Alex groaned as the pressure built for her
already.

“No,
I can’t. I… Oh… Please… I’m so close.”

Nathanial
pulled out again, then slammed back into her. It sent a shockwave of need
through her system. Digging her feet into his calves, she met every one of his
thrusts with an upward move of her hips.

“Wrong
answer, baby. I want to marry you. We’ve wasted enough time.”

Again
he slammed into her harder than before. Her orgasm hovered just out of her
reach, as he circled his hips while buried up to the hilt in her body. He
claimed her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath and her will to do anything
but what he demanded of her.

“Can’t
… your father … won’t… Oh God, harder please.”

Alexandra
moaned and yanked on his shoulders when Nat pulled all the way out this time.
He ran the tip of his dick up through her slit until he circled her clit.
Shards of pleasure erupted from that point of contact, yet it wasn’t enough to
send her over the edge. She needed him back inside of her, but he denied them
both teasing her until she wanted to scream.

“My
father has nothing to do with this. Besides, he’s been on at me for ages to
settle down. He’ll love you.”

Alex
shook her head. She squeezed her eyes shut against the intensity burning in his
eyes.

“Yes,
he will. Marry me, baby.”

Nathanial
thrust into her, and withdrew straight away. Alex screamed in frustration.
Again and again, he repeated the process, punctuating every invasion of her
body with a guttural,
Marry
me.

 
How long he kept it up, Alexandra couldn’t
fathom. She was too caught up in the myriad of sensations that assaulted her
body, the burning stretch of his entry, the exquisite reawakening of all of her
pleasure points on his slow retreat. Over and over he did that, their sweat
slicked bodies sliding against each other in the age old lover’s dance, until
she finally gave in and whispered her answer.

“Yes,
God, help me, yes.”

As
though a dam broke inside him, Nathanial let loose. When he flicked his thumb
over her clit with a growled demand to come for him, Alexandra splintered and
flew.

Nathanial
pumped inside of her a few more times, before he stiffened and shouted his
release into her shoulder.

“Fuck,
yeah, I’m coming, baby. You’re mine, all mine, so fucking good.”

Heat
bathed her insides, as he emptied himself into her body. Alex burst into tears
of happiness, as Nathanial slumped on top of her briefly, before he lifted off
her by locking his arms and frowning at her.

“Hey,
why the tears? Did I hurt you?” He looked so worried, that she had to smile.
She tightened her muscles one last time around his softening cock still buried
inside her. Nathanial groaned, flexing his hips as he withdrew. Their combined
fluids trickled out of her and ran under her bum. Nat grinned, his gaze fixed
between her splayed thighs.

“Do
you have any idea how fucking hot it is to see you dripping in my cum. Makes me
want to fuck you all over again.”

He
chuckled at her groan and pressed a gentle kiss on her mound.

“However,
I won’t.”

“Good,”
Alex croaked her answer. She felt his smile in the kisses he trailed back up
her body until he could claim her mouth in a kiss so tender it made her want to
cry again.