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“Yes” I answered quietly between the moans but he didn't seem satisfied with my answer so he gripped my hair a little tighter and pulled it again. “Yes, Nate, you feel incredible.”

His hand relaxed as a smile appeared on his face at the sound of his name rolling off my tongue.

“Good. Now, I want you to come all over my cock, like a good girl,” he panted in my ear.

“Yes, Nate,” I moaned.

“I love it when you say my name,” he smirked as he movedone hand to my lower back to guide me, keeping me steady with the pace we both liked. With his other hand free to slip down to my soaked underwear, he began rubbing my clit. I was ready. The pleasure of both shook me to the core; my body was jolting all over the place.

I could hear Nate moaning beneath me, his head leaning back against the headrest closing his eyes in pleasure.

“I'm almost there, sweetheart,” he announced and I tried to keep the rhythm going the same, after already orgasming. Finally, he grunted as he released his load.

“Wow, that was incredible” I praised, adjusting my bra and top of the dress to cover myself. His head still on the headrest looking up at me, he sighed breathlessly meeting my eyes.

“Fuck Gi. No one has ever ridden me like that,” he chuckled, he pushed the strand of hair out my face and behind my ear. Sweat beads ran down our faces. I blushed at his statement knowing that my make up would be gone and my blushing would be visible.

“What can I say, I'm talented,” I teased, climbing off of him and readjusting myself back in the passenger seat, fixing my soaked underwear. He looked down at the mess in his lap, my juices and his condom still in place. His Armani pants would need the dry cleaners; ruined but so worth it. He reached into the glove box, gently brushing my knee, so he could grab some tissues to clean up the mess.

“I'll drop you home,” he smiled, once he sorted himself out and gathered his thoughts.

12

INTENTIONS & PROMISES

November had passed by in a blur. We were already in mid-December. Nate and I had begun a secret rendezvous six weeks ago. This was the start of a whirlwind of no strings attached, just pure passion and lust. We would hook-up everywhere and anywhere and the sense of danger became thrilling. It started on the night of Ivy’s engagement party.Yes, I’m an awful best friend. I knew deep down this was wrong but for some reason I was compelled by Nate. I obeyed his every command, turned on by the assertiveness in his voice, empowered by his passion and the way he made me feel. The way he made my body feel was nothing like I had ever felt before. He made me feel alive.

It started off very gently, just hooking up at his place or mine, then the more we began to trust each other the more daring we became. A little rougher, trying out new locations, exploring our sexuality and it became more dangerous each time; we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Things were easier when we were alone and just us two but when it came to being aroundIvy and wedding preparations, family and now work, all I could think about was Nate. Picturing his hands, his mouth, all over me. Small glances and teasing comments.

We texted all the time but more so when we were in inappropriate situations, like he was purposely leaving the dirty messages to send when I was at work or with Ivy. He liked a little danger; spamming my phone with the filth of what he wanted to do to me, in detail, when we were alone. They would usually appear when we had meetings with Ivy about the wedding, despite him being on the other side of the room or opposite me at the table.

He loved to watch me react, my body heating up as the uncontrollable blush formed on my cheeks, the subtle bite of my lip, the hint of my nipples hardening or the slight squeeze of my thighs together as my arousal built. He pressed all my buttons but it added to the excitement.

We both had the same day off this week and Nate was sleeping peacefully in my bed, the cover up to his torso, exposing his muscular back as the sunlight crept through the sheer curtains. His perfect curls were still intact even after another wild night, his perfect peaceful features.

I laid beside him, still exposed from our spontaneous 3am session. I watched him sleep, thinking about the many sides of Nate I had seen; the peaceful,innocentsleeper; the over-confident, cocky lawyer; the dominant authority in thebedroom; a playful friend who I trusted with my life; and the goofy family man around his Mum and sister.

“Don't.” he scolded, startling me.

“Don't what?” I laughed.

“Don't have feelings for me,” he said, flinging his eyes open to look at me. A darkness filled them with accompanying fear, the first real emotion of Nate’s fell through the cracks.But why fear?

I knew he didn’t do relationships and I was okay with that, he had no reason to fear me. It's like any real feelings petrified him. For me it was too late, the more time I spent with him the more I began to develop some kind of feelings for him.

“In your dreams! You're not God’s gift to mankind,” I defended. He certainly was, but still.

“You're right, I'm no gift, but I am a God,” he cockily smirked. I playfully hit his back laughing with him, his confidence was something I admired. “I mean what I said though, Gi, I don't do relationships.”

“I know,” I smiled, “and I'm not looking for one. But I can still appreciate that sexy physique and that beautiful face, right?”

This arrangement was another new experience. I did do relationships. That was who I was. But if I wanted Nate, even temporarily, I had to pretend I didn’t want more.Selfish.

“Of course, but I don't want you to fall for me, Gi. I don't want to hurt you like that so I want to be clear about my intentions.”

Nate became very serious, his eyes avoiding my gaze. Like an insecurity was washing over him. I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable so I responded in the best way I knew how towith him; playfully.

“And what intentions are those?” I asked, intrigued. He lifted himself on his arms and looked at me, he ran his finger along my jawline and down the side of my neck. He swirled it over my nipple before gently grabbing my breast in his hand caressing it. He shuffled his body closer to me so his mouth could meet my neck.

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