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“I was almost there.”

“I know, Princess. But the second you come, you’re going to push me away, and I haven’t had my fill of you yet.”

I laugh, knowing he’s right. But in my defense, when I come, my body gets so sensitive.

Nate goes back to massaging my clit with his tongue, and between his perfect strokes and pinching my nipples, it doesn’t take long for the most intense orgasm to overtake me. I come so hard that my entire body shakes as blackness speckles my vision and the world around me becomes fuzzy.

When I come to, Nate is staring at me with a soft, smug smile on his face.

“What?” I mutter.

“I love watching you come,” he says simply.

“Good. Now, get up here and fuck me so I can come again.”

He barks out a laugh. “Anything for you,” he says, leaning over and kissing me.

Tasting myself on his lips has me deepening the kiss. There’s just something about knowing he was down there, licking and sucking my juices—and not becauseI asked him to, but because he wanted to—that’s a turn-on in itself.

Without breaking our kiss, Nate guides himself into me. I’m wet, so he slides right in, filling me like my pussy was made just for him.

“So goddamn perfect,” he murmurs against my lips.

I wrap my legs around him, and he takes that as his cue to start to move. He feels so good inside of me. It only takes a few strokes before I start to feel the stirrings of another orgasm.

“You feel that?” Nate asks as he languidly pushes in and out of me, stopping each time he bottoms out for several seconds before pulling back and then thrusting back in.

“Feel what?”

“Me inside of you…”

“It feels good,” I moan.

“Of course it does.” He licks the seam of my lips. “Because your body was made for me, and if I have it my way, I’m going to spend the rest of my life inside you.”

His mouth captures mine, and while no more words are spoken, Nate shows me just how much he loves our bodies together as he makes love to me until we’re both moaning each other’s name when we find our orgasms.

When he pulls out, instead of lying next to me to catch his breath, he picks me up, bridal-style, and walks us into my bathroom, setting me on the counter so he can turn the water on. Then, he lifts me into the shower and sets me on my feet, where he insists oncleaning me head to toe while I stand there and enjoy the way he takes care of me.

“I want to go away with you,” he says once we’re both out of the shower and in towels. “Being away from you felt like hell. And then with the scare…I just want to spend some time with you.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, my heart pounding in my chest because I’ve never felt as loved and cherished as I do with Nate. He has a million things going on, yet all he wants is to spend time with me.

“I would love that.”

chapter twenty-seven

NATE

“Oh my God!Look at how adorable this is!” Paige laughs as she lifts up a onesie that readsPlot Twistwith an open book underneath it.

We’ve spent the weekend at my parents’ vacation house in Southampton, just the two of us. Because I’m always so busy with work, I rarely take the time to fly to the East Coast to enjoy the house, but I figured it would be the perfect getaway for Paige and me.

It’s nine thousand square feet, it has a pool and Jacuzzi in the backyard, and it backs up to a private beach. While Paige loves the amenities, her favorite part of the trip seems to be the shops. Now that we know the baby’s gender, she’s started to shop for clothes, and even though shopping is probably my least favorite thing to do, I love watching the way her face lights up every time she finds another adorable outfit.

“That’s cute,” I tell her, taking it and adding it to the basket of stuff she’s already picked out.

She’s browsing the rest of the baby clothes whenher phone chirps with an incoming message. She stops to check it, and then she looks up at me with a glare.

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