Page 111 of Holding The Reins

The Four Seasons is quiet when we enter.

“You’ve been here since yesterday?” CeCe asks as we enter the lobby, understanding my need to be near her.

I sling her bag over my shoulder and nod. The only thing I can think about is tearing every strip of clothing off her body.

“I couldn’t let you be here alone. I knew there was a good possibility you would need me, but I wanted to let you be unless you did. I hope you understand why I had to come.”

“I was just trying to prove I could do it on my own. I’m glad you were there. As soon as I saw you, I knew I was safe.”

I squeeze her hand as we get to the elevator and wait to make it to the tenth floor.

The moment the door to my room clicks shut behind us, my mouth is on hers, claiming her.

I’ve never been so desperate for her in my life as I pull her down on top of me in the overstuffed chair in the sitting room of my suite.

The thought went through my mind more than once over the last few days that I may never get to be with her like this again and that makes this moment even sweeter. A tiny moan escapes her lips as she kisses me back slowly. She settles into the rhythm I offer her and matches me, letting her lips trail down my throat like the little vixen has nothing but time to torture me. I feel her tiny grin into my neck as her plush lips turn up into a smile.

“I’m not letting you off the hook this easily,” she whispers as she slips out of my grip and stands.

I move to stand and follow her but one tiny hand pushes me back down to the chair.

“Not yet, baby,” CeCe coos as she backs away leaving me in the chair, so desperate for her I can hardly fucking see straight.

“You’re feeling regretful, huh baby?” I ask as Nash half growls at me from his place across the small space.

I know my power in this moment, and I know I’ve got one shot to make him realize that even though I may forgive him, I will never, ever put up with him not standing up for me in a moment where I need him ever again. If he’s my ride or die, he’s going to goddamn well prove it.

“Rae…” he warns, his voice so deep it hits my core directly but I don’t give in.

Instead I tease him, I remove my tights first, sliding them down my thighs until they reach my ankles. I kick them off, leaving my black heels in place which earns another, “CeCe…fuck,” from Nash who once again tries to stand.

I shake my head and simply say, “Patience.”

Incredibly, he listens and sits back down.

Power surges through my veins and fuels me further with his total and utter submission.

I finger the buttons on my shirt slowly, undoing each one leaving seconds in between. When I reach the last one, I slide the silky blouse off my shoulders and peering down at him, I ask, “Well? just how sorry are you?”

Nash doesn’t miss a beat. “The sorriest I’ve ever fucking been,” he grunts with a tense jaw as he instinctively reaches for himself over his jeans.

I drop the blouse from my outstretched hand and stand before him in just my heels, my bra and panties. Quickly unhooking my bra behind my back, I pull it away from my chest one arm at a time, and my nipples instantly harden when the air hits them. Just to torment him, I make sure to squeeze my breasts together enticingly as I let my bra hit the floor. It’s the only sound in the room.

Nash groans, a deep rumble from his chest as he watches me.

“I can tell you mean it, baby,” I say. “You’re mine and I’m yours. We’re a team, right?”

Nash nods. “Fuck, yes.”

My thumbs hook into my flimsy panties and I slide them down over my hips pulling one leg out at a time so they dangle around my left ankle. I take a wide stance in my heels and cock a hip to the side, naked before him. I pull the pin from my hair so it tumbles down around me and kick the panties off, standing bare in front of him. I’ve never been so wet and desperate for him with his surrender to my demands.

“Fucking Christ, CeCe.”

“Just one more thing, then I’m all yours.”

Nash undoes his buckle and slides his jeans off, his boxers barely contain the bulge that I’m sure is desperate for my touch. He grins an almost evil grin. He looks feral and fucking beautiful.

“Cecilia Rae, you have my word. I will never, ever let you down again. Now, let me touch what’s mine before I involuntarily blow in my fucking boxers.”

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