With Me in Seattle Bundle One (55 page)

“Holy fuck.” 

It takes me a second to get accustomed to the piercing, but then I find a rhythm, up and down, pushing my lips over him, sheathing my teeth behind them.

I push down until I feel those silver balls at the back of my throat and thank God that I don’t have much of a gag reflex.  Pulling back up, I swirl my tongue around the shaft, over the head, then sink back down.  I repeat this over and over. Nate’s breathing is labored and ragged, and I feel so sexy.

Finally, I feel him start to tense, and I move a bit faster.

“Stop, baby, I’m going to come.”

Fuck that! 

“For fuck’s sake, Jules, stop.”  He pulls me up into his arms and kisses me voraciously.  I can taste me and him on our lips, and I groan.

“In me.  Now,” I murmur, and he pivots so I’m now against the fridge, and he lifts me, his hands cupping my ass, and pushes swiftly into me.

“Oh God, baby.” His face is buried in my neck, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He sets a fast, punishing rhythm, rocking in and out of me, and I know this won’t last long. My muscles tense and clench around him, and my legs grip him more tightly to me, and I bear down, coming again, gripping on to his shoulders for support.  He slams into me, hard, twice more and then tenses, and I feel him erupt inside me.

“Fuck,” he whispers and rests his forehead on mine.

“Wow,” I respond.

“Jesus, you have an incredible mouth.” He’s still panting, and I run my fingers through his hair and offer him a Cheshire cat smile.

“So do you, ace.  You make me crazy.”

Chapter Eight

“Are you sure you have to go home?” Nate asks as he leans against the doorway of the spare bedroom, watching me pack my bag. I wrap my pink Louboutins in tissue and place them in the suitcase.

“Yeah, I do. I have laundry to do, and I need to get ready for my workweek.” I smile over at him and am caught off guard at how gorgeous he is. I’m still getting used to seeing him dressed casually. He’s in a soft gray T-shirt that shows off his muscular biceps where they cross over his impressive chest. God, I love that tattoo on his right arm. His faded blue jeans hang low on his hips. He’s barefoot, and his hair is loose.

I catch his gaze, and a slow, sexy smile spreads across those beautiful lips. He knows I appreciate what I see.

Boy, do I.

“When will I see you again?” he asks.

“In about twelve hours, ace.” I smirk as I add the last of my things to my suitcase and zip it up.

“You know what I mean, smart-ass.”

“Dinner tomorrow night?” I ask.

“I have that business meeting late tomorrow.” He runs his hand through his hair with a scowl. “Do you have plans for your birthday?”

My gaze shoots back up to his in surprise, my eyes wide. “How do you know when my birthday is?”

“Jules, we work in the same office. A birthday card circulated around for you last week. Not to mention, I have access to your personnel file.”

“Well, that’s just…creepy.”

“Birthday cards are creepy?” His silver-gray eyes are laughing at me, and I can’t help but giggle.

“No, you reading my personnel file is creepy.”

“I love your laugh.”

“Don’t try to sweet-talk your way out of this, ace.” I plant my hands on my hips and try my best to look stern. Nate pushes away from the door and saunters to where I stand by his spare bed. He takes my face in his big hands and tenderly kisses my forehead.

“I just wanted to know more about you, Julianne.”

Oh.

“So do you have plans for your birthday?” he asks again.

“No.”

“Good. I’d like to be with you for your birthday.”

I rest my hands on his jean-clad hips and lean my forehead on his sternum. His hands glide back against my cheeks and into my hair, and we stand like this for a long moment, neither of us wanting me to go.

“I would enjoy that. Thank you,” I murmur.

I feel him grin against the top of my head, and I straighten to look up at him. “Would you like to come to my place Tuesday night for my birthday? We can just stay in, watch a movie, or whatever.”

He frowns and brushes his thumb across my lower lip, sending electricity through me. “You just want to stay in?”

“Yes. I just want to spend it with you. I don’t need anything else.”

Nate leans down and kisses my lips softly, then rests his forehead on my own. “If that’s what you want, baby, that’s fine with me. I’ll bring dinner with me.”

I grin up at him. “Okay.”

“Are you sure you have to go?” he asks again, brushing his fingers through my messy hair.

“I’m sure. But I’ll see you in the morning.”

He frowns and looks down at my lips, then back up into my eyes. My breath catches at the vulnerability I see there. “What is it?” I ask.

“Work’s just going to be different tomorrow. Thank you for giving me this weekend, Julianne. I’ve wanted it for a long time. I don’t think I want it to end.”

I run my fingers down his stubbled cheek. “Thank you, Nate. For everything. I had a great time.”

I step closer to him, wrapping my arms around his torso, and rest my belly against his pelvis. I have to lean my head back to look up into his sober face. He continues to hold my head in those amazing hands, his fingers threaded in my hair. He stares into my eyes for a long time, a wide array of emotions passing over his face, and I’m mesmerized by him.

Finally, I lean in and kiss his chest and rest my cheek against him, hugging him tight. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and rocks me back and forth, kissing the crown of my head and breathing me in.

“Drive safely on your way home,” he murmurs, making me smile.

“I will.” I pull away and reach out to grab my suitcase, but Nate waves me aside and lifts it himself.

He takes my hand in his empty one, and we walk through the apartment and down to my car. He stows my bag in the back seat and kisses me chastely. “Call me when you get home.”

“Okay. See you tomorrow, ace.” I flash him a sassy smile, start my little car, and wave as I pull away.

Traffic is light on this Sunday evening, so it doesn’t take me long to get home. I unpack my suitcase and start a load of laundry and then grab my phone out of my handbag.

A text is waiting for me.

I had a great time this weekend.

I grin and respond.
Me too.

After a few moments, he responds.
Are you home?

Yes. Home safe. Laundry in. What are you doing?

I walk into the kitchen and grab an apple and a bottle of water and settle on the couch, flipping on the TV to watch one of my reality TV shows.

Just working for a bit.

I smile as I picture him sitting at his desk, all sexy in his T-shirt and jeans. I’d love to distract him while he works. Yes, that makes the to-do list for the not-too-distant future.

You work too much.
I send the text and watch in fascination as a fight breaks out on my TV between two annoying housewives. I don’t know why I watch this shit. I’d never admit it to anyone, and the only reason Natalie knows about my housewives addiction is because she shares it with me.

We will take this secret to our graves.

My phone chirps.
I wouldn’t be working if you were still here.

I grin.
No? What would you be doing if I were there?

He responds almost immediately.
Kissing every inch of your amazing body.

Oh my. My face splits into a wide smile, and I curl my feet up under me as I settle in for some sexting with my man.

Only if I can return the favor. I would love to trace your tattoos with my mouth.

I love to trace your pussy with my mouth.

Holy fuck!

Mmm…you’re good with your mouth, ace.

The housewives are still screaming at each other on the TV, so I mute it. My phone chirps.

Come back here, and I’ll show you just how good with my mouth I can be.

Oh, I’m so, so tempted.

I thought you had work to do?

You are always more important than work, baby.

Damn, he can be so sweet.

I don’t really want to sleep without him, with or without the sex, but I need a little distance. This is so new. I don’t want him to burn out on me. And I have to get my head on straight for work tomorrow.

Ditto,
I reply. And then:
Heading to bed early to recover from the amazing sex this weekend, and to dream of you. Will see you in the morning.

Good night, beautiful. Sleep well.

But I don’t. I toss and turn most of the night, wishing I were with Nate.

Fuck, I have it bad.

***

It’s Monday morning. My five-mile run this morning before work did nothing to calm my nerves of going back to the office after my amazing weekend with Nate.

I fire up my computer, and while it wakes up, I go in search of coffee to try to wake myself up, too. I walk into the employee lounge, and standing by the coffeemakers, pouring himself a cup, is none other than Nate. Fire surges through me, and it’s a shock to see him back in his sharp business suit, hair pulled back, looking all professional and…hot.

I’m thankful that his back is to me so I have a moment to paste a neutral look on my face and approach him as I would have seventy-two hours ago.

“Good morning,” I say, proud of myself for maintaining a pleasant, normal tone.

Nate turns to look at me, and a moment of heat flares in those gray eyes before they go cold. He stirs his coffee, throws away the tiny red and white straw and nods at me, not meeting my eyes. “Julianne.”

With that, he turns on his heel and walks to his office.

I face the coffee, my back to the room, and close my eyes tightly. Okay, that hurt. I know I have to get used to it. Nothing can change for us here. But seeing the chill in his eyes, knowing I can’t touch him…
fuck.

I pour my coffee and head back to my own office to find an e-mail from Nate waiting for me, asking me to compile some data on an account and ship it back to him ASAP.

Then I pull my phone out of my handbag to check for any messages, and there is a text, from Nate, received two minutes ago.

Good morning. You look amazing in that black dress. I wanted to fuck you in the break room, but I think that would be frowned upon.

Oh my God! I giggle, and my hurt feelings disappear.

You look delicious this morning. Almost forgot how hot you are in your suits. Of course, you’re hot out of your suits, too, ace.

I missed you last night.

I sigh at this last text.

Missed you too. Did you sleep okay?

I bring up the Internet on my computer to start the work Nate requested when my phone chirps.

No.

Oh.

I’m sorry to hear that. Do you have any available time around lunch? I’d ask Mrs. Glover, but this isn’t a professional request.

I dig into my research, then realize it’s been at least ten minutes since my last text. I frown, wondering if he’s going to respond, when my phone chirps.

I just cleared thirty minutes at 12:30. Told Jenny I need a lunch meeting with you.

My desk phone rings.

“Jules Montgomery,” I answer.

“This is Mrs. Glover, Jules. Mr. McKenna is requesting a lunch meeting with you at twelve thirty.” She sounds polite and brisk.

“Thank you, Mrs. Glover. I’ll be there.”

She hangs up, and I pick up my cell phone.

It’s a date.

***

Could the morning have gone any fucking slower? Every minute was excruciating as I sat watching the clock, wishing time would pass. Finally, at twelve twenty-five, I shut down my computer and lock my desk, grab my iPad and walk with purpose to Nate’s office.

“You can go on in, Jules.” Mrs. Glover smiles at me, and I walk through Nate’s office door, thankful that there are no windows looking out into the reception area, and close the door behind me. I silently turn the lock.

“So.” I turn to face him and smile, enjoying the sight of him sitting behind his desk. His eyes are warm as he watches me cross the room toward his desk.

“So,” he replies.

“Just to clarify, you are not my boss right now.”

“Okay.”

I walk around his desk, and he swivels in his chair so he’s facing me, looking up at me. A smile flirts at the corners of his lips, and I can’t resist him. I lean down, planting my hands on the armrests of his chair and kiss him, pushing my tongue past his lips, teasing him and pulling back, and suddenly he’s wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his lap.

With one arm wrapped around my waist and one hand in my hair, he pulls me hard against him and takes control of the kiss. He’s kissing me as though he’s dying of thirst and I’m the first drink of water he’s seen in days. It’s thrilling, intoxicating, and I wrap my arms around his neck and hang on for the ride. After long minutes of being in Nate’s arms, I remember what my original plan was for this lunch meeting, and I stand up off his lap.

“Where are you going?” He grabs for my hand, but I pull it out of his reach and kneel on the floor between his legs.

“Not far.”

His eyes widen. “Julianne…”

“Shh.” I press a finger against his lips to silence him. “Just sit back and enjoy, babe. Nothing like a blow job to brighten up a Monday.”

I unfasten his pants and pull his large, hard dick out of his boxer-briefs and immediately wrap my lips around the head, teasing his apa with my tongue, and Nate’s hips surge up in his chair.

“Holy fuck, baby!” He grabs my hair in his hands and holds on to me as I move up and down his beautiful cock, gripping him with my lips, sucking up on him and then sinking back down until I feel that metal in the back of my throat.

I moan against him and jack him with my hand while cupping his scrotum with my other hand. I’ve never felt sexier, more powerful, more in control, and I love it. I love making Nate mad with lust for me.