Nate by Celia Aaron

Author:Celia Aaron [Aaron, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Celia Aaron
Published: 2017-08-22T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Sabrina

The next morning, I awoke to Nate’s head between my legs. After wringing two orgasms from me, he pulled me to my feet and hustled me downstairs for breakfast.

“Can’t we spend a little more time in your room?” I took the steps haltingly. The memory of him inside me wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel him again.

“Be patient.” He goosed my ass. “If I don’t talk to Peter this morning, he may beat the door down when I’m inside you. The next time you’re beneath me, I’m going to take it slow.”

“When?” I couldn’t stop the pout in my voice.

“If you’re a good girl, tonight.”

I cut him a look over my shoulder as we walked into the dining room. “What if I’m a bad girl?”

He gripped my shoulder and whipped me around. “Sooner.” Pressing his lips to mine, he backed me into the wall next to the door. His hands roved my body, cupping my breasts as his tongue slid against mine.

Breaking the kiss, he pressed his lips to my ear. “I will bend you over this goddamn table.”

“Promise?” I ran my hand along his erection.

He groaned and sank his hand down my shorts, past my panties, and eased a finger inside me. “Fuck.”

“I’m ready for more.” I dropped a kiss on his neck. “Though you might not be able to handle it since you’re, what, forty?”

“You know good and damn well I’m not forty.” He added another finger, pushing deeper inside me as I panted. “Sassy brat.”

“I should probably start calling you Daddy.”

He hissed and gripped my ass hard with his free hand. “I’m going to shove my fat cock so far inside this hot cunt that you’ll—”

“Nate?” Peter walked into the room, the door hiding us for a moment.

Nate yanked his hand from my panties, then pressed his fingers into my mouth. “Just you wait.” His whisper sent pin-pricks up and down my spine as I licked my own taste from his fingers.

Pulling away, he walked toward Peter. “What is it?”

Peter whirled and did a pretty good job of pretending he hadn’t known we were getting frisky behind the door. “Oh, I didn’t see you there.” The bandage around his head was gone, but the top of his ear seemed to be held together with some rough stitches.

Nate straightened his slate gray suit jacket. “We were just…”

Peter gave Nate a bored look. “Right. We need to talk about the Irish, the next shipment, the books, and a few discipline issues in the lower ranks.”

Nate pulled my chair out for me. I walked to it, my cheeks burning as I sat, and I was grateful that Peter continued on with business without giving me a second glance. Morning light streamed in from the high windows banked with deep emerald curtains.

“We also need to discuss our new guest.”

“Guest?” Nate sat and draped his napkin across his lap as Opal bustled in with coffee.

“Angus.” Peter sat across from me.

“Shit. Yeah. That guy.”

“Who’s Angus?” I thanked Opal for the coffee.

“Our new exchange student from the Irish.

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