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“I want you too. God, do I want your hands on my body, your cock inside me.” Laura doesn’t seem to be one to do the dirty talking. She’s turning me on.

“Wait right here.” I walk to the front of the studio and close early. “Now, where were we?” I smirk at her as I lift her shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. The purple lace bra shows how her nipples are hard, waiting for me. I kiss her, grabbing her ass, picking her up as she wraps her legs around my waist.

Can life get any better than this?

Chapter Sixteen

LAURA

His hands on me makes me want to scream out in pleasure because I’ve been craving this for so long. I need him inside me. My back is up against the door to his cubicle, where he does all his artwork. My fingers are in his hair, trying to control where I want his lips to be, and he’s stronger than me, so he fights it. Nate kisses my neck.

“I need you so bad,” his gruff voice is in my head.

“Take me.” That is all I have to say for our bodies to move onto the tattoo chair. He sits down as I straddle him. Never letting go of our lips, my hands find the belt buckle to his jeans. I pull it out from around his waist victoriously, making him laugh. Nate undoes my bra tossing it across the room as he takes my nipple into his mouth. I moan in the pure pleasure of this man. Everything about him sends me into overdrive.

I lift my body slightly to remove my jeans, and now I’m entirely naked on him. Nate follows suit as I slide his now semi-hard cock into my soaking wet pussy. Neither one of us move as we enjoy this intimate moment for us. Nate looks up to me, and our eyes meet. He smiles, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” I’m a thirty-five-year-old woman, and sex with this man terrifies me. I’m not experienced like the women he’s been intimate with. Am I setting myself up for failure? After we have sex, will he decide there is someone better out there for me? This man makes me feel alive and sexy, while right now, we are both naked, and I doubt myself. “Where did you go?” Nate chuckles. I smile at him, trying to avoid the tears burning to break free from behind my eyes. Nate does something so unexpected to me— he lifts me off him. We are two naked people staring at each other. “Talk to me. We were hot and heavy, enjoying ourselves then you,” he taps my left temple, “get inside there.” I swallow hard.

“I don’t know how to be on top.” I start to fidget with my hands, not making eye contact. “I’m not worldly when it comes to sex. Missionary is all I know.” I start to pace the room ignoring the fact I’m naked. He’s watching me closely.

“Laura, I’d never do anything you’re not comfortable with, but I need to know these things.” Nate reaches for my hand. I reluctantly give it to him. “Despite my past, you are very different.”

“Gee, thanks.” I try to move away from him.

“What I mean is, I see a future with you. I see myself spending countless hours exploring every inch of this curvy, delicious body. You are what I want, need, and crave. I don’t care if you’ve been with thousands of guys as long as I get to be the only one now. We can take our time being naked and trying new things. You are giving me something that I’ve missed out on in all those women in my past.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m not looking for the next girl. You’re the only one I see when I close my eyes. This,” he over exaggerates his hard cock, “is because ofyou. I need one thing from you, though.”

“And what is that?” I feel flirty and the weight of the world lifting off my shoulders.

“I need inside you. We can do missionary for now, and then we can go upstairs to my bedroom to practice the whole damn Kama Sutra.” I can’t help laughing at him. I move his shaggy black hair out of his face. Nodding, he picks me up and lays me down.

I turn Nate on, and he’s letting me know because he slams his cock into my pussy so hard I think I see stars. Our bodies move in the same bouncy motion. I close my eyes to just experience. The leather gives me a burn on my back that will be sore for a couple of days, reminding me of his words of wanting me.

The nerves take over as his thumb finds my clit. His light pressure becomes harder as Nate makes circular motions. I arch my back as my body shivers in pleasure. Nate’s free hand, arm, whatever, because I’ve become a puddle of bliss, is around my waist to hold me tight to him as he slowly grinds into me.

As I lean forward to kiss him, my nails find his back. As I scrap down it, he hisses with the sensation. I don’t know if that is all he needed because the grinding motion becomes faster and more demanding. I’m bouncing against him, and I can’t hold back anymore. I scream out as my body convulses from the orgasm. Nate grunts out my name before we fall back onto the tattoo chair. We entwine together our limbs, and I let out a breath.

He kisses my temple. “I’ve very sweaty,” I mumble.

“This kind of sweaty looks very sexy on you. Should we continue this upstairs in my bed?” Nate kisses my neck.

“What about Victoria?”

“She’s with Lily tonight. They are doing Valentine’s Day stuff at Lily’s house. Even if she was home, I want you to be a part of our family. The three of us doing things together.”

Can I let myself do that?

Chapter Seventeen

NATE

February 14th

It’s the night of the dance.

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