Page 62 of Master Debater

Isn’t that a ridiculous notion?

That’s what I thought before you came crashing into me

There are dreams and

there’s the reality,

Frustration to elation,

passion to adoration

But suddenly I’m living the fantasy

All because you came

crashing into me

And I honestly, truly, was living my dream and my fantasy, all in one. Nate and I had promised that regardless of whatever came our way, we’d take it on together.

Were there still a few issues to iron out with his uncles, who certainly knew how to play the victim as well as defend one? Yes. But there was caring on both ends, and better yet, they were showing the Fox family they were determined to make amends.

Did I reward Nate whenever he let go of control and conceded others could do the research that would allow him to focus on the other parts of his career? Hell yeah. Sometimes it involved kisses, and most of the time, it allowed him to take charge in the bedroom.

“We’re celebrating,” Nate said, scooping me into his arms and standing. I thought he’d let me down so we could climb the stairs together, but he kept hold of me as we ascended to his bedroom.

A squeal escaped as he tossed me onto the bed, and then he was on top of me, kissing my neck, my jaw, my lips.

He removed my shoes, one falling to the floor with a thud, and the other joining it seconds after. Standing, he peeled off his shirt and wrapped his hand around my calf. He tugged, leaving me teetering on the very edge of the bed. Then he licked up the inside of my leg, all the way to my inner thigh, where my shorts had bunched up mere inches from my underwear.

Nate yanked on the drawstring that held them up, undoing the bow and then pulling them off me. Next, he stripped me of my tank top, his pupils dilating when he discovered I hadn’t bothered with a bra. My panties were the next to go, and then he placed my ankle on his shoulder, in the groove where it met his collarbone.

“And now you’re mine for the taking.” He formed a peace sign with his fingers and spread them over the lips of my pussy. My head lolled back, my eyes rolling up as the delicious pleasure overwhelmed me.

I lifted my hips, impatient with need, anticipating his next move.

The scrape of the nightstand drawer filled the air, followed by a buzzing noise. He’d picked the vibrating love beads.

“Tonight, you’re going to feel what it’s like to have two of me fucking you at once.” He slicked lube over the silicone, and I moaned as he nudged them into my asshole. One bead at a time, until all that was left was the loop around his knuckle.

I’d recently gotten an IUD, so he didn’t bother with a condom. He pushed inside of me, his cock filling me with perfection.

As usual, Nate paid attention to every reaction, every spasm. With one leg up on his shoulder, I was stretched in so many ways, I couldn’t tell where he began and I ended. He’d discovered a new spot, and it was one I was happy to have him get nice and acquainted with.

Once he’d driven me right up to the brink of an orgasm, he leaned over me, switching the angle until the pressure was deliciously deep. “Who do you belong to?”

“Nathan Fox, Esquire.”

Pain bloomed on my ass cheek, the smack of his palm echoing through the air. “That’s right.”

“And who do you belong to?” I asked in return.

“A sexy songwriter with music that plays on the radio.”

I arched my hips, sliding him deeper still, longing to have every inch, every centimeter, every everything. The barrage of sensations robbed me of breath, feeling him and the beads rubbing against that thin place in between at once, nearly too much. But in the most perfect of ways. “Say my name.”

“Willa Grace Trainor.”

Like a match to gunfire, I exploded, a song of untamed pleasure that didn’t involve words or chords spilling from my lips.

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