Page 52 of Yours, Truly

“Wait? What? I don’t have a law-”

“I have a couple of startup lawyers, trained by the best of course,” he pointed to himself, “and let's just say a cheaper feethan most. It’s sorted.” He took my hands in his, “You can do this. All these people believe in you...your dream is here. This is your baby.” I was lost for words.

“You did all this for me?” I asked, surprised

“Of course, I would do anything for you. I will give you the world. Whether you ask for it or not. I will give everything to you in a heartbeat,” he expressed, his hands gently cupping my face as he looked into my eyes. “Everything you ever want, need or dream about it's yours,” he meant every word.

He made my heart race, he wasn't the same Nate I had met last year in Barcelona, he was… grounded, vulnerable, full of raw emotion. My God, I wasn’t sure if it was possible to love this man any more than I already did.

I tossed the paper to the side and crashed my lips on his, lifting myself over him so I could straddle him. He kissed me back with the same intensity as his hands snaked around my waist. He pulled me closer to him, getting my body against him. My hands wrapped around his neck pushing his lips into me more. We calmed our kiss and placed our foreheads together catching our breath.

“I love you, Nate”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he said, caressing my cheek softly. “I'm not the same man I was last year,” he said, repeating my own thoughts, “I owe you everything, Gi.”

“You don't owe me a thing,” I smiled, looping a small curl at the nape of his neck around my finger. He did the same to me as a curl dropped to the side of my face. He took a deep breathbefore he kissed me again, softly planting kisses all over my cheeks, jawline and neck.

A small moan escaped me as he caught a sensitive spot, sending electric sparks all over my body and chuckled as my body melted into him. He kissed the same place and this time decided to make his mark. Kicking it up a notch, his teeth grazed the area on my neck, then brushing his lips over it, the warm air giving me goosebumps. He pressed his mouth to it and gripped the piece of flesh between his teeth sucking on the spot to make a tiny bruise.

“Ouch,” I chuckled. He growled, releasing the skin and continued the trail of kisses as he ran his hands down my sides, positioning me so I could feel him getting hard beneath me.

“You drive me insane, I want you so much,” he admitted as he began to move my hips against him. I can't help but meet his eyes. His hands rested on my thighs as I slowly grinded in sync with him, watching him squirm beneath me.

He kissed me through my t-shirt. My nipples hard from the arousal, he noticed clamping his teeth on them through the fabric. I gasped, picking up the pace to tame the aching between my legs. His head fell back on the sofa as he moaned at the friction of my movement.

I climbed off, sinking to my knees on the floor between his legs, rushing to set him free. My eyes seductive, as I took him out and began to stroke him gently, teasing him with my touch before opening my mouth.

He shuddered as my tongue ran its way up and down his length before I took him in my mouth. His moans escaping withevery stroke, every lick, feeling him get harder and harder in my mouth, almost like stone. His hands slid to my hair, grabbing a chunk tightly, as I sucked the life out of him. He used the fistful of hair, pulling, to guide me where he was most sensitive, before he turned animalistic.

A growl rippled through him as he pulled out of my mouth and grabbed me by the waist, urgently, as he slid my pants down to drag me back onto his lap. He eased me onto him until he was deep inside. I began to ride him rough, hard and fast just as we both liked, making us both cum in just a few short minutes. Euphoria.

Both breathless and covered in sweat, he tried to catch his breath as he pushed a stand of hair behind my ear and caressed my face. The love in his eyes differed from the predatorily lust that overpowered our intimacy.

A few hours later, after many more rounds and a shower, we climbed into bed and snuggled close; it was 3am.

His phone rang beside him, it was the first time he had picked it up that evening. To be honest we had shut the world out, just enjoying an evening of rough, passionate sex.

“I have 12 missed calls,” he said weirdly, as he checked his phone. “From Ivy.” Alarm crossed his face and he became worried sitting himself up in the bed.

She was on her honeymoon, why 12 calls? Was she okay?

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The phone called out as Nate sat up in bed, it rang a couple of times before Ivy finally picked up. I placed my hand on Nate's shoulder as I watched him, worry spread across his face.

“Okay,” he said sharply. “See you soon.”

“Nate, what's going on?” I asked, concerned when Nate's face went blank, there was no emotion. This was not the Nate I recognised.

“I need to go,” he said as he pulled himself away from me, throwing the covers back and scrambling around throwing his clothes on. I began to panic as he moved quickly.Was Ivy okay? Was she hurt? In danger?

The worst-case scenarios of Ivy being abroad and injured panicked me and it was made a lot worse by Nate’s rushed actions and lack of communication. My chest hurt and tears pricked my eyes, unsure what to do. Why Nate was in such a rush, what had made the colour drain from his skin.

I climbed out of bed, throwing on an oversized t-shirt and pyjama shorts and rushed over to Nate. I grabbedhis arm to stop him in his tracks, I needed to know what was going on.

“Babe, what's wrong? Is Ivy okay?” The panic evident in my voice. Nate just pulled away from me with a force that made me feel uneasy. A sick feeling in my stomach.

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