Page 25 of King of Justice

Over and over, we moved against each other, until the mattress beneath us began to creak and groan. When his breathing turned heavy, it reverberated inside of my head and washed over me. Nathan was all I could see or hear or feel, and I loved every minute of it.

Without warning, I came again, panting and writhing underneath him as I exploded around him. As soon as my chest loosened, and I could breathe again, I sat up, and Nathan eased out of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and took him into me. Then I wrapped both of my arms around him and drew him closer.

Nathan looked at me and held my gaze.

I looked into his deep blue eyes, and my heart skipped a beat.

Together, we moved, rocking back and forth against each other until a thin sheen of sweat broke out across Nathan’s forehead. He dug his nails into my sides, sending dual waves of pain and pleasure ricocheting through me. He pressed his mouth against my neck and ran his tongue back and forth, sending shivers of delight pulsing through me.

When he parted his mouth and sank his teeth into the sensitive flesh, I bucked hard and cried out his name. He threw his head back and let out a deep, throaty growl. In the background, I heard jazz music wafting through the speakers, and the intoxicating scent of him wafted up my nostrils.

Again.

I couldn’t get enough of him.

In silence, we moved, our bodies engaging in a sensual, primitive dance until Nathan’s breathing quickened. He shifted, and his rhythm changed, so I could hear his skin slapping against mine. Suddenly, he was jerking and panting against me. When warmth pooled between my legs, it prompted another orgasm, lightning quick and leaving me breathless. When we both regained our bearings, I threw myself onto the mattress and stared up at the ceiling.

Next to me, Nathan did the same.

eight

Waking From a Dream

Nathan

From a peaceful slumber, I was smoothly brought back to consciousness with a soft nudge and a slight shake of the bed. When I lazily opened my eyes, something black and gray came into focus. It was Sophie’s banged up phone, rudely staring at me.

“Hmm.” I rolled over, stretching and whispering, “What are you doing?”

“Sometimes I have difficulty describing intimate scenes in my novel,” she explained. Her naked body twisted and turned, moving around me as she changed angles in a dance between the sheets. “It helps when I film situations from real life.”

I smiled, touching her arm and running my fingers down to her elbow. “You’re gonna look at naked footage of me in your spare time?”

She giggled, smacking away my hand. “Maybe?”

“What would you write?”

“Something pretentious and barely of any intellectual value?”

Pushing myself up, I rested my elbow on the pillows. “Is that what you think of me?”

“The world doesn’t revolve around you, Wright.”

“Unlike you right now, Jones.” I reached over in an attempt to grab her waist, but she eluded me, getting up while still filming. “Need I remind you that I never consented to this?”

“I’m seeing you now with my own eyes. If I show it to someone else, that’s when you have the right to sue.”

“Wow.” I rubbed my eyes, sitting up. “It’s too early for this.”

“It’s not, you lazy bum! It’s nearly ten o’clock.”

“Nice.” I nodded in approval. “I never get to sleep in anymore.”

“Speaking of lazy, my casserole is still downstairs. You should try it and give me serious feedback.”

“How’s that lazy?”

“With Gunnar here, I don’t see you cooking any time soon,” she teased.

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