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There’s something silken about the words. I’ve no doubt that he’d just finish himself off if I said that I’d hit the limit, but… I don’t want him out of me yet.

“Yes,” I gasp, doing my best to shift my hips against him.

He breathes out hard through his nose at the motion. His fingers flex where they’re pressed to my skin.

“Good girl,” says Nathan, rolling his hips and starting to chase after his own release, the wet sounds of our joining filling my otherwise silent house.

“Good, so fucking good.”

The words go straight to my core, like an electric charge.

Oh, God. Talk about now knowing you are into something. Nathan can call me that anytime he wants.

There’s an ache forming in my back from the position but it’s the best sort of ache I’ve ever felt. And when he cums, it’s with a burst of heat in my lower belly that has me seeing stars.

He leans forward, crashing his lips against mine and swallowing any sound that I might have been about to make.

And the moment stretches on, the two of us, bodies sweaty and pressed together, a tight coil that clings and pulls and wants. When he finally slides out of me, Nathan is careful to keep his hands on my hips, supporting me through the post-orgasmic wobble legs.

There’s something stupidly sweet about it all.

Chapter Nine

Nathan

Earlymorningsunlightstreamsin through the big window behind the deep basin sink.

Demi sits, gingerly, across from me at the kitchen table, both of us with a mug of coffee in hand.

I can’t stop staring at her.

The way that those lips had been spread around my cock last night, it was nothing shy of sinful. And the way that she had felt once she’d spread her legs around me…

Just remembering the look on her face is enough to have my cock twitching with interest.

“Sorry,” says Demi, breaking the silence that had settled over us.

“For what?” I ask, setting my mug down.

Her shoulders bunch up. She’s wearing a black tank top, her breasts almost spill out of the big swoop neck of it, and a pair of sleep shorts. I’ve always been a tit man. What can I say? It's a nice image.

Distracting, too, because I have no idea what she’s apologizing over. Thankfully, she only leaves me waiting for a moment before explaining, “I know that, you know, we shouldn’t have done that. Since I’m going to be working under you.”

“It takes two to tango,” I tell her, with a cluck of my tongue. “Besides, you can always blame the auction for it.”

“Blame isn’t the word that I would use.” The smile that she flashes me is enticing. “I was thrilled when you bought me,” she says but her words are followed by an embarrassed laugh as she presses a hand to the side of her face. “Damn, that sounds awful, doesn’t it? You bought me.”

“Trust me, that’s exactly what I was thinking the whole time,” I tell her, remembering how awkward that conversation with Tyler and my dad had been. “I’ve never been to something like that before. My mother’s auctions normally have to do with pottery or paintings. Though I can’t complain about it, either.”

“No?”

“No.” I shake my head, the corners of my mouth pulling up into the start of a smile. “If we had met at work for the first time, things might have been different. And that would have been a damned shame.”

It's meant to dismiss the apology. There’s no reason why Demi should get upset over something that we both wanted, and we both enjoyed, after all.

She doesn’t look convinced though, so I stand up and walk around the side of the table until I’m standing next to her. I run my fingers through her hair, and then down to press against the side of her face, directing her to look up at me.

“Seriously. You’re right. We probably shouldn’t keep messing around like this. We start work in two days, and we want to try and be as professional as possible around each other,” I say. “Especially since I’m going to be mentoring you. The last thing either of us wants is people thinking poorly about your reputation, just because…”

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