Page 53 of Waiting on You

He gives me a few seconds to adjust to him, and then he starts to move. While his thick length slides in and out of me, his hands are everywhere—gripping my hips, running along my back, tangled in my hair. It’s not often I can come from intercourse alone, butthe way Nate’s hitting me in all the right places sends me straight over the edge.

As if he can sense it coming, he reaches around and covers my mouth with his hand, quieting my moans as my walls grip his cock, sending him right over the edge with me.

“You okay?” he asks, pulling out and spinning me around.

I glance down at the cum dripping down the inside of my thigh, and when I look up, I find him looking as well, his own eyes hooded with lust.

“Fuck, if you weren’t already carrying my baby, I would consider shoving my cum back inside you in hopes that you would end up pregnant.”

His words both shock me and turn me on. “Breeding kink much?” I half joke.

“Breeding what?” he asks, raising a questioning brow.

“In my romance books, some guys have breeding kinks,” I explain. “They want to get the heroine pregnant and enjoy…filling her with their cum.”

My cheeks heat as the words leave my mouth. It’s definitely easier to read a romance with a breeding kink than to explain it.

Nate’s gaze darkens slightly, and he nods slowly. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “I definitely have a breeding kink when it comes to you. Do you know how many times I considered not pulling out when we were together in London?”

“What?” I gasp. “So, this is your doing?” I point to my belly.

“Hey, I pulled out every time.” He smirks.

“Yeah, but apparently, you manifested this.”

“And I’m completely okay with that. I can’t wait to watch your belly grow with our baby. You’re only just starting to show, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re good for my ego,” I mutter. “Now, move so I can get cleaned up.”

Since I have a bathroom connected to my office, we use that, and then after packing up anything I might need for the weekend since we’ll be leaving town, we head out.

We’re almost to the elevators when my name is called.

I turn around and find Ana sauntering my way with a knowing grin on her face.

“Hello,” she says, extending her hand to Nate. “I’m Anastasia Parker. We haven’t officially met.”

“I’m Nathan Bradford,” Nate says, shaking her hand.

“Oh, I know who you are. You’re the man who knocked up my best friend and is taking her to Dallas instead of to my barbecue this weekend.”

“Ana!” I splutter, glaring at her.

But, of course, she ignores me, her eyes staying trained on Nate, who doesn’t look uncomfortable at all. If anything, he looks proud of himself.

“That would be me,” he says. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I look forward to working with you and Kingstonas well as getting to know you on a personal level as Paige’s best friend.”

“Good,” Ana says. “Because as her best friend, I’m a bit protective of her.”

“I don’t blame you,” Nate says, not missing a beat. “I met her asshole ex. But I can assure you that I’m nothing like him and only have Paige’s best interests at heart. Something you’ll see once we get to know each other better. We’re leaving to visit my family in Dallas for my dad’s birthday, but once we return, we need to all get together.”

Ana nods, stunned, and even though I’ve seen the difference between Nate and my ex, right now, it’s even more clear. Where John only cared about himself, Nate genuinely cares about me, which means getting to know the people who are closest to me.

When Ana finally finds her voice, she says, “I can see how you got into her pants so quickly.”

“Ana!” I exclaim, unable to hold back my laugh because I get it—Nate is a smooth talker.

Nate chuckles and nods, and then the elevator dings.

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