Page 57 of Nathan

She squeals. “What are you doing, you crazy man?”

“We might not be going on honeymoon for a few months, but that doesn’t mean I can’t carry you over the threshold.”

He takes off upstairs; Indie’s giggles fading as their bedroom door shuts.

“Night, you guys,” Ciaran says. “See you in the morning.”

“Think I might turn in, too.” I yawn, stretching my arms overhead. As soon as Ciaran and Millie are out of sight, Nate pounces, burying his face in my cleavage.

“I fucking love your tits, Titch.”

I shove him off me, then press a hand over my heart. “My gosh, you’re such a smooth talker.”

He rolls his eyes, stands, and helps me to my feet. Once we’re inside the bedroom, he kicks the door shut and falls backward onto the bed. He loosens his laces and kicks his shoes across the room, where they thud against the wall beneath the window.

“What a fucking day. I thought sixteen-hour shoots were torturous. Turns out weddings trump that shit all day long.”

I collapse next to him. “I love your family.”

Nate grunts then rolls onto his side and gets to his feet. He wanders over to the dresser and takes a box out of the top drawer. An oblong, black box tied with a pink bow. He tosses it on the bed.

“I got us a present.”

I sit up and cross my legs. “You got us a present?” I say with a frown. “Why? When?”

Nate smirks. “It’s definitely for us. Now, quit your yapping and open it.”

I tug on the ribbon, peeling it away from the box. Lifting the lid, I peer inside. It takes me a millisecond to figure out what Nate has gotten us both. My eyes widen.

“You can’t be serious?”

“Deadly. I can’t wait to use this on you. I bet you’ll come like a fucking freight train.”

Nate removes the vibrator from its satin casing and presses on the non-business end. It buzzes loudly.

I grab it out of his hands and quickly turn it off. “Stop it. Someone might hear.”

Nate shrugs and snatches it back. “No, they won’t. And even if they do, I’ll tell them it’s your toothbrush…and you’re a thorough brusher.” He laughs.

I do not.

“You are not using that on me here.” Back in L.A.? Hell yeah. But with his family in the same apartment? Nope. No. Definitely not. There’s a baby just down the hall.

Nate tosses it on the bed and grabs hold of my ankles to part my legs. Burrowing beneath my dress, he presses a kiss through my underwear to my clit. My body jerks with pleasure.

“Have you used one before?”

“No.”

He eases aside my panties and gives me another kiss, then slips his tongue inside me. I groan loudly, then clamp a hand over my mouth. I can hardly call him out for switching on Victor the Vibrator if I’m going to make such a racket.

“Aren’t you curious?”

I rise up on my elbows. My stomach clenches deliciously at the sight of Nate between my legs. “Yes, I’m curious, but let’s wait until we get home.”

“I’m curious, too. I’m wondering how much I can torture you with it.” He picks Victor up once more. He doesn’t turn it on, but he does roll the end over my clit.

My legs writhe beneath me.

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