Page 58 of King of Justice

Now was the time for me to either admit that I was wrong, or use every reason for doubt in the book to push back. I wanted to believe her—of course I did—but what if she and that Travis were simply playing me for some end game?

I didn’t know what to trust; my gut feeling or what I saw with my own eyes. I had to choose what to believe; what she was saying and the look in her eyes, or the fact that the most heinous crimes were committed by harmless-looking people.

Seeing her roll her eyes, I listened as she whispered, “I’m sorry. You’re not an idiot.”

There was nothing left to do but to ask the one question that was on my mind.

nineteen

The Collision

Sophie

Then he tossed the question. “So, why didn’t you call me and explain?”

I came all the way here to surprise him on this stupid holiday just to tell him that my friend was being a jerk and that we’re not together…only to find him hosting a fucking orgy. I was angrier than to defend myself in front of him, but the pull between us was undeniable.

Livid and aroused at the same time, I inched closer and finally whispered with all the spite I could muster, “I wanted you to chase me the way Travis did.” Pausing, I slowly blinked, batting my lashes. “You failed the fucking test, Wright.”

Without warning, Nathan grabbed both my shoulders, leaning in and kissing me with rough lips as he led me backward. My legs obeyed until I felt the wooden edge of a desk or the back of a chair hit my behind. “I was gonna fuck the brains out of that redhead downstairs, Jones,” he whispered into my mouth.

“Oh yeah?” I watched his blue eyes darken, never leaving my face as he peeled the jacket and the cardigan off of me in one quick move, letting them drop behind me.

He then slid the dress down, leaving me in nothing but my bra, underwear, and sheer tights. “God, you’re beautiful,” Nathan murmured, his eyes alight with desire. Straightening up, he undid his belt and tossed it aside, and I watched as the warm, dim light danced across the promise of his naked body before he turned to me.

In an instant, he lifted me up, all strength and scorching heat, sitting me down on the desk behind me. He kicked my legs apart and settled in between them. His hands were everywhere all at once, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. Then, his hands moved up my thighs to my waist, causing goosebumps to break out across my flesh.

I was burning from the inside out, my pussy clenching from arousal, needing to feel him inside of me.

Nathan made a low growling noise in the back of his throat and pressed himself against me. I arched my back and linked my fingers over his neck. He wrenched his lips away and began to leave hot, open-mouthed kisses all over my neck and down my chest. Quickly, his hands moved to the back of my neck and undid the hooks of my bra. As soon as my breasts spilled forward, he drew back and stared at them. When his tongue darted out to lick his lips, another bolt of desire coursed through me.

Fuck.

I felt exposed, and not a single part of me seemed to mind.

Especially when Nathan lowered his head and took one nipple between his teeth. He tugged and sucked while I inched closer to the edge of the mahogany desk. Once I was perched on the edge, with my legs wrapped around his waist, he switched his attention to the other nipple, so they were both as hard as pebbles. My hands moved to his shirt, fumbling as I tried to push it off his shoulders. Wordlessly, Nathan took a few steps back and the shirt fluttered into a heap on the floor. His eyes never left my face as he bent down and peeled off one jean leg then the other, so he was left in his boxer shorts.

And the erection straining against it.

Bathed in the silver glow of the moon pouring in from the big window behind us, he was the most devastatingly handsome person I’d ever seen. I sat up straighter, cocked a finger in his direction and beckoned him closer. One half of his mouth lifted up into a smile as he bridged the gap between us and kissed me. When the need for air became too great, he pulled back and lowered himself, so he was between my knees. Slowly, languidly, he rolled my stockings down, one leg at a time, then my underwear. As soon as he was done, he ran his mouth against the inside of my thighs until I was panting and impatient for him.

He kissed a path up to my pussy and stopped. As soon as he looked up at me, my heart began to pound against my ears. His blue eyes darkened with desire as he dug his nails into the sensitive flesh, and his tongue darted out. Nathan licked me slowly all over once, twice, and by the third time, his tongue swept up and found my sweet spot.

I threw my head back and moaned. “Oh, fuck. Nathan. You feel so good.”

He made a guttural noise in response and gripped my hips. Again and again, he moved his tongue against my clit, sucking on my folds and drinking my desire. My hands found their way to the back of his neck, and I wound my fingers through his hair. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I lifted my hips off the desk and cried out.

Suddenly, I was falling, hurtling towards the edge as my orgasm ripped through me. Rivulets of sweat broke out across my neck and slid down my back. I panted and gasped, my breath coming out in short puffs. By the time I caught my breath, Nathan loomed on top of me, a strange glint in his eyes. When I pushed my hair out of my eyes, he smiled at me. Abruptly, he took a few steps back and held his hand out.

I let him pull me to my feet and melted against him. He cupped the back of my neck and kissed me. I kissed him back, tasting my arousal on his lips, pouring every ounce of emotion within me until my knees hit the back of the desk again. Without warning, Nathan drew back, and his smirk was a flash of white in the darkness. He spun me around, so my back was pressed against his erection. My breath hitched in my throat when he bent my head forward, so my forehead came into contact with the smooth, cool, wood.

Of their own accord, my hands came up on either side of me and gripped the edge of the desk. Nathan sucked in a harsh breath and positioned himself at my entrance. In one quick thrust, he was inside of me. He groaned as I ground into him, enjoying every inch of him as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside of me.

Nathan felt so damn good.

Too good.

A whimper fell from my mouth when he went still. Nathan leaned against my back and began to circle his hips. Together, we moved, rocking back and forth until the smell of sweat filled the room. Then I heard the sound of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by the occasional grunts. In the background, I heard the rise and fall of conversation and laughter, while the smell of champagne wafted in. When the voices drew closer, I held still and exhaled.

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