Page 70 of Obsession

My mouth dropped open, and I turned to look at him over my shoulder. Our lips brushed as I spoke. “How do you know that?”

“It was in the background check I did.” Then he was kissing me.

Of course, he’d done a background check. It made sense he would. It should have seemed invasive, but just like the cameras, I found myself not caring. Red flags were green when it was him.

“I need it.” He pressed another soft kiss to my mouth. “I need to feel you.”

“Okay, yes.” My teeth sank into his bottom lip and I tugged until he grunted. “If you beg for it.”

He smiled, and my heart stuttered.

“Please, Songbird, let me come in this sweet pussy.” He stood again, grabbing my hips and slamming into me. He was so deep I swore I felt his cock in my throat. “I need you to feel me all day. To live inside you forever.”

“Yes.” I screamed, no longer caring where we were. I’d forgotten. All that mattered was him. “I want to know I was fucked like this. That you can’t control yourself.”

“I can’t. You’re my new obsession.”

His hand moved between me and the desk. His fingers circling my clit until the pleasure had my eyes slamming shut. I pushed against the furniture, meeting him thrusts for thrust.

On each stroke, he pulled all the way out, only to slam inside me again. Filling me full every time. Over and over until I was panting.

My fingers curled into the wood as he pinched my clit. That bite of pain sent me flying over the edge. My pussy clamped down, grabbing onto him as my orgasm ripped through me. The tension in my limbs tightened, then exploded. Little sparks of pleasure bursting inside me.

I came so hard and long I saw stars. The only noise I heard was the roaring of my blood in my ears and Nathan’s harsh curse as he followed me into oblivion. I felt the warmth as his cum filled me.

My sweaty forehead hit the desk as I tried to regain my breathing. My chest tightened as he pulled from inside me. A second later, his hands were on my ankles. He lifted one, then the other, sliding my panties back in place.

I didn’t bother cleaning up because, like he said, I wanted to feel him between my legs all day. A smile twitched on my lips at that dirty thought.

I smoothed down my skirt as I turned to face him. He looked more relaxed as he grasped my cheek, pulling me in for a kiss. It was slow and sweet. None of the rough edge our sex just had.

But my insides were still chaos. His words replayed in my head as he kissed me. The worries I’d been trying to suppress pulled to the surface until I couldn’t swallow them down.

His hand moved to the nape of my neck, bringing my cheek to rest on his chest. But not even the beating of his heart in my ears could stop me from asking. “What happens when you find a new one?”

“A new what?” His fingers skimmed down my spine. An unconscious action. Or maybe he heard the worry in my voice.

“Obsession.”

Obsessions died. They were hot and heavy. All consuming. Until you conquered them. And then there was nothing left.

A gasp escaped my lips as he grasped my hair, pulling until I was looking up at him. His other hand cupped my cheek again. His thumbs brushing over my freckles.

“Never going to happen, Songbird.” His tone was sincere. Honest like he always was. My worries evaporated before he finished talking. “You rewired my brain chemistry. I’m not me anymore. I’m yours.”

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Nathan

Ifelt Lark behind me as I transferred the bacon to a paper towel lined plate to drain. I didn’t like it that much, but I knew it was her favorite. My chest tightened when I turned to look at her.

I’d never understood the phrase ‘she was so beautiful I couldn’t breathe’ until now. Seeing her made me feel that way. It was as if I needed her to give me oxygen.

Her curls were rumpled from rolling around in bed or my hands last night. Her shirt stopped a few inches above her shorts, exposing a sliver of smooth tan skin. My fingers itched to swipe along her body right there. To feel how warm she was from sleep. Her cheeks had a crease from the sheets. It cut across her freckles and I couldn’t stop picturing putting my lips there.

She was perfect. I know she thought this obsession would wane. That I’d get bored or distracted, but she was wrong.

Each day it grew. Each little thing I learned about her fed it. I knew sleeping with her would only intensify my feelings. But I hadn’t expected how much.

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