Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“Oh my God.” Nathan’s cock pounds into me so deep and hard I see actual freaking lights. “Nate, I can’t—I’m going to—”
“Come for me, baby.” His voice is pure gravel as he slams me down on his cock again.
The orgasm rips through me, wild and bright as he explodes inside me, cock pulsing and fingers digging into my ass. Best Christmas ever!
When I drag myself back to work after two weeks off and a wonderful Christmas spent with Nathan, the idea of returning to that gray office feels like a joke. I catch myself counting the minutes until I can get home again, where everything is easy and right.
One late afternoon, the sunset hits the trees behind the house in this ridiculous, painterly way that makes the whole backyard look like it was designed for an Instagram thirst trap. I’m sprawled on the porch swing, feet tucked under a Snoopy Christmas blanket, with a glass of my favorite wine in my hand. Nathan is at the railing, phone in one hand, his other hand shoved in his pocket. He’s handling club business, but every minute or two, he looks over at me like he’s making sure I haven’t wandered off.
Eventually, he puts the phone away and sits down next to me. For a second, neither of us says anything. The world feels suspended, perfect.
Nathan’s voice breaks the silence, soft and honest. “I never thought I’d share this place with anyone.”
I glance at him. He’s staring straight ahead, like he’s worried I’ll bolt if he meets my eyes.
He keeps going. “I bought it after the club took off. Wanted somewhere that felt like mine, you know? Spent years keeping it perfect. Never had anyone out here except Eamon.”
I put my glass down and shift closer, blanket pooling in my lap.
He goes on, voice lower. “Last week, I was out here and realized all the food in the fridge was shit you liked. There was a pair of your socks by the door and some reality show paused on the TV. It hit me—this place isn’t mine anymore. It’s ours.” He glances over, finally meeting my eyes. “And I fucking love it.”
My throat nearly closes up. I want to say something cool and witty, but I’m too busy trying not to tear up.
Instead, I say, “I’m afraid I’m going to screw it up.”
Nathan frowns. “You’re not.”
“You don’t know that.” My voice is tiny, uncharacteristically shaky. “Sometimes it feels like, if I blink too hard, I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone, or it’ll turn out this was all just a dream.”
He doesn’t say anything for a second. He just reaches out, cups my cheek in his big, warm hand, and rubs his thumb along my jaw.
“It’s fucking real.” The words are steady, absolute. “You’re the only thing that’s ever felt permanent in my entire life.” He lets his hand drop to my lap, trapping both my hands in his. “We’re in this together, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you never regret it.”
God, this man. He says stuff like that with no hint of drama, just plain fact, like he’s reciting a weather forecast.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
NATHAN
Tonight is Midnight Mischief’s five-year anniversary, and the club is even more of a circus than usual. The whole city’s here, and I’m supposed to be schmoozing, but all I care about is showing off my gorgeous girl.
I wasn’t sure she’d want to come tonight. I thought she hated these things, but she seems to be in her element. And I couldn’t be happier. I keep my hand glued to the small of her back because I like the feel of her under my palm, but mostly because I want every son of a bitch in the room to know she’s mine. She blushes when I whisper it in her ear, but I swear she stands a little taller.
I introduce Roni to every motherfucker around, letting them know she’s all mine. “This is my girlfriend, Veronica.” I’m not subtle about it, but I don’t want to be.
Dee comes over and whispers something to Roni that makes her giggle, and that little dimple on her right cheek pops. I can’t resist leaning over to kiss it. I don’t care who sees. Let them fucking look.
Across the room, I spot Terrence “TJ” James holding court at a table, surrounded by his group of assholes. I know him from way back, before the money and the power. And he’s still a fucking pain in my ass.
I don’t like the way he’s watching Roni. He isn’t even trying to hide it. I can feel his gaze running all over her, slow and greedy. My jaw flexes, and I have to fight the urge to go over there and punch his teeth in just for looking at her. My fists actually curl, knuckles popping. I keep my arm tight around Roni’s waist. She smells like coconut and heaven, and all I want is to whisk her out of this room and get her naked, but I can’t. Not yet. I have to play nice for another… God, at least two more hours.