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I have no intention of leaving, but I still want to make sure that it’s in my calendar so Nolan doesn’t schedule any meetings or phone calls for me during that time.

“Will do.”

chapter nineteen

PAIGE

“Oh my God, stop it!”I playfully slap Nate’s hand off my thigh. “We’re supposed to be discussing the marketing strategy for the Kingston Hotel Collection.”

“And we are,” he says, running his hand up my bare thigh. “But how do you expect me to sit here and focus when my baby mama is dressed in this sexy-as-hell pencil skirt, showing off all this skin.”

He licks his lips, his gaze homing in on my legs as I cross them, trying not to let his touch or words affect me.

Ever since he gave me that orgasm, I can’t stop thinking about him giving me another. It took everything in me to leave for work this morning instead of begging Nate to play hooky with me and spend the day in bed. We should probably be taking things slow since so much is at stake, but I can’t help it. I’m pregnant and horny, and I have a man who loves to please me.

“Focus,” I groan as his fingers glide along the seam of my panties. “We need to get your feedback so I cansubmit the changes to my marketing team before we leave in”—I glance at the clock—“two hours.”

Shit! Where the hell did the time go?“I still need to get home and pack, and we need to get to the airport two hours before the flight.”

“Calm down.” Nate chuckles. “We have plenty of time. The great thing about having a company jet is that it waits for you.” He shifts my hair to the side and leans in, giving the column of my neck soft kisses. “Ever since you walked me into this office, dressed professionally, in those heels, I’ve been fantasizing about bending you over that desk, lifting your skirt to your hips, and fucking you until we both come. What do you say?” Nate runs his tongue along the sensitive part under my ear. “Want to make my fantasy come true?”

Jesus, I told myself I would have more restraint than this. I already caved regarding the mutual orgasms last night and justified it by telling myself that I wouldn’t actually have sex with him until we figured out the important things, like where we’re going to live and raise our baby, if we’re going to even be together…

But the thought of Nate fucking me on my desk has me throwing all my common sense out the window. I mean, we’ve already had sex—hence the baby in my belly—so will it really make a difference if we do it again? I don’t see why either of us has to be deprived of any possible orgasms while we’re figuring things out.

“Fine,” I breathe, not caring that I sound as turned on as I am. “Lock the door. But we need to make thisquick.”

The corners of Nate’s mouth spread into a beautiful, boyish grin, and then he’s up, locking my office door while I head over to my desk to make sure my papers don’t go everywhere when we do this. I’ve only just leaned over to move my files to the side when Nate rounds the desk and grips the curves of my hips.

“Organizing your desk defeats the purpose of desk sex,” he murmurs into my ear.

“Oh, have you had it much?” I glance behind me and raise a brow.

“Never,” he admits. “But in my fantasy, the papers go flying from me fucking you so hard.”

He spins me around and crashes his mouth against mine. He tastes like the perfect mixture of coffee and passion and something that is just him. His tongue massages mine, and I sigh into the kiss, my body craving more.

Without breaking our kiss, Nate lifts me onto the desk, my ass crushing and wrinkling the files under me. He pushes my skirt up to my hips, tugs my panties down my legs, and then drops to the ground, his head disappearing between my thighs.

I’m about to remind him that this was supposed to be quick, when his fingers part my lips and his tongue lands directly on my clit, making me throw my head back in pleasure.

I’m horny and sensitive, and I come so quickly that I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so busy wantingNate inside me.

“Fuck, I love the way you come for me,” he says, helping me off the desk.

He kisses me again before he turns me around and gently runs his hand up my back, silently telling me to bend over.

The sound of him unzipping his pants fills the otherwise silent office, and then the cold air hits me when he lifts my skirt over my ass and spreads my legs.

“I’ve fantasized you just like this a million times,” he murmurs, “but none of them did you justice. Having you here, your ass and pussy bared for me.”

He goes quiet, and I wait with anticipation for what’s to come, knowing Nate is going to make it good. I was only with him for a short time in London, but I learned quickly that he doesn’t do anything half-assed, including pleasuring me.

His fingers wrap around my ponytail, and he tugs my head back as he carefully leans over me to whisper in my ear, “Now that I have you back, Princess, I’m never letting you go.”

And then he thrusts into me, filling me so deliciously full that we both moan in unison.

Fuck, I’ve missed this. Missedhim.

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