Page 79 of Full House

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

The feel of Nate’s lips on her neck and his hand fondling her breast under the soft cotton of her nightie slowly pulled Victoria from sleep. She stretched into his touch, moaning.

“Good morning.” His lips grazed her ear.

“Mmm… Yes, it is.”

His chuckle was soft, deep, and velvety. “And what would my princess like to do today?”

She smiled. “Princess, huh?”

His hand moved to the small mound of her stomach. “You called me your prince the another night. I thought it only fitting for you to be my princess.”

“I guess that’s fair,” she halfheartedly replied, distracted by the fingers that had inched past the waistband of her panties.

“So, have you decided?”

“Huh?”

His soft chuckle filled her ear as his fingers dipped into her folds. “So wet. I love how wet I make you.”

She just moaned, beyond words as she untangled her leg from his, throwing it back over his thigh, opening herself to his touch.

He took advantage, entering her with a finger and hitting just the right spot. “Fuck you feel good. I want to feel you wrapped around my cock.”

Yes, she wanted that, too. She pressed back, rubbing against his hard length.

Grabbing her thigh, he raised it over his hip, opening her farther for his impaling thrust.

They had matching groans as he filled her, impossibly full, the width of him stretching her. The position wasn’t conducive to big movements, but it was enough, especially when his finger found her clit, rubbing it.

His other hand snaked under her, curling up to capture her breast, kneading it in his palm. His fingers plucked at her nipple through the thin cotton, rolling it, then finally pinching it while simultaneously biting her lobe.

She came instantly, the force of it taking her by surprise. He rolled her to her back, spreading her thighs. Ripples of her orgasm still lingered as he reentered her, slamming into her a few more times until he tipped his head back, shouting his release.

Collapsing on top of her yet still maintaining most of his weight with his arms, he dropped his forehead to her chest, breathing harshly.

She buried her fingers in the thick strands of his hair, enjoying the silky slide of it through her fingers, and wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing him tight.

Her phone rang, invading the tranquility of the moment, and she groaned when she looked at the screen. “This is becoming a bad habit.”

“Who is it?” Nate asked, kissing a line down to her stomach.

“Byron.”

He lifted a shoulder. “Don’t answer.”

“He’ll just keep calling if I don’t.” She clicked the accept button. “Hello.”

“Promise you won’t hang up until you hear everything I have to say,” Byron said in a rush.

“If I do hang up, will you keep calling me back?”

“Probably.”

“Fine. Say what you have to say.”

“I set up a luncheon with Gideon Warren today at one o’clock.”

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