Page 96 of Beneficial Misfortune

I’m honestly not sure how old Nathan is, but I know there’s no way he should look likethat. Hell, most men my own age don’t even look like that.

He walks toward me, stopping right in front of me. I’m not sure what he wants, so I remain where I am, hoping for some kind of direction should he want me to do something. Instead of saying anything, he drops to the ground on his knees in front of me and reaches for my leg, pulling my foot into his hand before pulling off one shoe and then the other.

“I need you to understand that I want you to be more than just Addison’s nanny. I want you to be her mother, and I want to make you a mother.” He slowly pulls off my socks before standing and pushing my sweater down my arms until it pools on the bed around me.

“I enjoy control. When we’re in the bedroom, you will refer to me as sir.”

“Yes, sir,” I say in response, earning a smile that has my toes curling.

Sir indeed.

“I also need you to understand that I want to see your stomach round with a child. That I want to fuck a baby into you or have one of the others do it. And that one day I’ll fuck you on my desk the same way Alex did, because not joining him has haunted me every day since then.”

His words wash over me, and it takes me a second to really grasp them.

It sounds like he’s excited by the idea of getting me pregnant. I’d never heard of that before; actually, in the past, I’d been worried if I had gotten pregnant that Carter would no longer be attracted to me.

“How do you feel about a large family, Kat?”

“A big family sounds wonderful,” I say before I can really think about it, but it’s not a lie. I can picture little Nathan’s, Desmond’s, and Alex’s running around; hell, even a little Oliver… It’s easy, if I’m being honest, and while that should probably scare me for how new all of this is, it doesn’t. If anything, it only excites me more.

He pulls me to my feet, and we stand so close that I’m simply staring at his chest and the way his undershirt is pulled taut everywhere. With my eyes on him, he takes advantage of my distracted state, pulling my shirt up and over my head and leaving me in my bra. The instinct to cover myself is there, but so is the memory of the way Alex reacted when I did, and I instead let my arms drop to my sides.

“Communication is key, Kat. If you don’t like something we do, you need to tell us. If you don’t want something, you need to tell us. I’m no longer your employer but your future husband.”

His words hit me hard, and I feel my mouth fall open in shock, but I can’t do anything about it. For whatever reason, hearing him say he wants a wife and more children didn’t really feel the same as him saying he will be my husband.

And if he’ll be my husband, what will the others be?

He presses a finger under my chin, popping my mouth closed and pushing my head up so that our eyes meet.

“Don’t confuse this for being my proposal. That will come later and be much grander, but do know that you're ours now, Kat. There’s no going back after tonight.”

His blue eyes bore into mine, and I see so many emotions in his eyes. When I’d first met him, I’d thought his eyes were icy and closed off, but not anymore. No, now, when I look into his eyes, I see affection, desire, respect, and longing…but most importantly, I see a future.

“I understand, sir.” My voice is strong and sure despite my emotions, which feel like they could choke me at any second.

I know I’ve said the right thing the moment the words leave my lips. Nathan’s eyes shine, and a smile pulls at his lips, but it’s not like any I’ve ever seen on his lips before—it's predatory and seductive.

It’s a damn good thing he sticks to his usual icy looks in public because he already has enough women after him. I can’t imagine how they would react if they saw him like I am right now. No, Nathan is any woman’s wet dream already; trust me, I should know, but Nathan in the bedroom…Nathan as sir.

Fuck me.

“For tonight, let’s see how well you can listen,” he says, taking a step back before he nods toward the bed behind me. “Up on the bed.”

I can’t move fast enough and damn near trip over my feet as I scramble to get on the bed, not only wanting to please him but desperate to make my dream of being fucked by him a reality.

Unsure how he wants me on the bed, I make it about halfway up the mattress before I stop and turn around, waiting for more instructions. His gaze is unwavering as he looks me over from head to toe. Moving forward, he reaches out, grabbing my ankle and pulling me toward him enough that he can easily pull my pants off, leaving me in nothing but my bra and underwear.

Thank God I’d changed them before we came. Not that there was anything wrong with the other set, but they were bland, basic black. This set is one I bought just a few days ago with the guys in mind. It’s a bralette and panty set that’s all lace in a deep jade green color that I’ve been told goes great with my hair. The set is a little more than I’m used to wearing, a little flashy and sexual, but that had kind of been the point. Judging by the way his eyes sweep over me, I’m going to assume he likes them.

I watch as he moves his hands to his pants, undoing them without taking his eyes off of me. Everything he does is sexy as fuck, and I’m dying for him to touch me but also terrified I’ll explode the moment he does with the way he’s building this up. Neither of us is even naked yet.

His pants fall to the ground around his ankles, but he disregards them, instead reaching over his head to pull his undershirt off in that sexy, over-the-head, one-armed way guys do. If I tried that, I’d get stuck, but Nathan makes it look effortless.

I soak up every inch I can see once again, taking in all of his many tattoos that you would never guess were there when he was in his suit. It takes me a moment to realize we’re both damn near naked and for some reason, my nerves decide this is a great time to make an appearance.

“Eyes on me, Kat.”

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