Page 39 of Fifth Avenue Devil

“Hah!” She laughs dryly. “That tells me that you don’t know my mother.”

I spread my hands. “I get the picture, though.”

I try to keep my tone light. But I mean every word. Our eyes meet, holding.

The air between us seems to crackle with electric energy. I reach across the table, taking her hand in mine. Her hand is warm, and I revel in it for a moment.

"Annalise," I say softly. "In another life, I can picture myself with you, laughing and vacationing on my yacht somewhere off the coast of Santorini."

Her breath catches in her throat and she shivers slightly. Her eyes seem endless at this moment.

"Nate," she replies, her voice equally soft. "You still don't want a relationship. Neither do I."

"Who said anything about a relationship?" I quip, attempting to lighten the mood. "I just meant that if we ever found ourselves stranded on a deserted island, I think we'd have a hell of a time."

A smile tugs at the corner of her lips.

“Oh. Well, when you put it that way," she teases. "Maybe I could see myself there with you too.”

“Well, in that case.” I feel a wave of relief wash over me. "I'd like to take you back to my penthouse now, so we can discuss this in more depth."

Arousal flashes in her eyes as she nods, her breath hitching in her chest. "I'd like that too," she agrees.

"Then let's not waste another second," I say. I stand up and offer her my hand.

Fifteen

Annalise

The elevator to Nate’s penthouse seems to creep along its track. Nate looks at me with a smirk. He’s not touching me as the elevator lifts us skyward, but the sensitive skin on my bare arm breaks out in gooseflesh.

I’m desperate for him. I’m desperate to touch his silken skin, to feel his lips on my neck, to wrap myself around him and swallow him whole.

Once we reach the penthouse, the view is breathtaking. The glittering lights of Manhattan unfold below me like a sea of stars, twinkling faintly from the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

His strong arms encircle me from behind as I gaze out at the city below us. His lips trail kisses along my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Kitten," he murmurs into my ear. The pet name flushes me with desire. "Are you ready for this?"

"More than anything," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. I've been craving this moment for far too long. Now it’s finally here but somehow, I can’t seem to grasp it with both hands.

This moment seems surreal.

"Good girl," Nate says. He spins me around to face him and slides me a predatory grin. He raises his hand to my face and runs a thumb across my lips. “Come with me.”

He leads me toward the large window overlooking Central Park. The cityscape provides an alluring backdrop. As we reach the glass, he turns to me with a commanding gaze.

"Strip.”

My heart races as I obey. I remove each article of clothing until I stand before Nate completely naked. His eyes drink me in, bright and hungry. He undresses as well. As he drops each article of clothing on the floor unhurriedly, I can't help but admire his sculpted body. Every inch of him seems to be exuding power and raw sexuality.

"Back up against the window, Kitten," he commands.

My breath leaves me in a rush. I comply, shivering. Nate sinks to his knees and grips my hips, nuzzling a spot just below my belly button. I let out a half giggle, half moan as he lifts one of my knees and trails kisses down to the cleft of my pussy.

I moan, closing my eyes for a brief second. His mouth is hot and wet. Anticipation pounds in my veins because I know what is about to happen.

Nate moves closer and lifts my other leg, sliding his arm underneath it to support my weight. The move opens my pussy to his gaze. He growls as he leans down to run the tip of his nose against my slick flesh. His lips find my pulsing clit, sucking on it. I buck against him, crying out.

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