Page 101 of Exposé

"How soon can you be here?"

"Iuhh." I tipped my head back, my mind blanking as he tickled my earlobe with his lips. "I need about an hour to gather my things. Is that alright?"

Nate's hand cupped my breast as I wrote down the number one and circled it five times, his fingers pinching my erect nipple, his other drifting down my belly.

I can't miss this opportunity.

But he's making this really difficult.

"See you then." Margaret hung up, and I dropped my broken phone on the nightstand.

"You're cruel, but I'm worse." I spun in his arms and wrapped mine around the back of his neck. "I have to go."

"So soon?" His mouth came down on mine, and I moaned into him, his hand trailing down to my ass. "I was really hoping to show you something else." He lifted me in one fell swoop, my legs perched around his waist.

My core throbbed, his erection probing my swollen center. Heat spread in my belly, and before logic came to reason, I gave him a nod and pressed my lips to his.

Forty minutes later, we stepped out of the shower, my legs like jelly, and my hair flat against my skull like a wet raccoon. "Shit."

"What's the hurry?" Nate wrapped his towel around his waist.

"I've been begging for this interview like a starving dog asking for scraps."

A wide grin spread across his lips. "You're cute when you're dramatic."

Scoffing, I dragged a brush through my hair, braided it over my shoulder, then threw on the best interview outfit I could find. "I hate to have to do this, but... I have to kick you out."

Nate slid his pants over his hips, stood, and buttoned the top, my vision darting straight to the Adonis Belt, directing my lustful thoughts. "It's fine. I should probably get to work, too."

"Do you need a ride?"

"I have my motorcycle here, remember?"

Where does he live?

"Oh, right."

Slipping on my flats, I hobbled into the living space, grabbed my things on the couch, and turned back to the fully dressed man beside my bed.

"Ready?"

I nodded, and we stepped outside together, my key in the lock before it closed. "I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing." He took my bag from my hand. "Let me walk you to your car."

"Thanks." Turning the key, we bounded down the stairs in time.

Trina stepped out of her apartment door as we hit the bottom level, her eyes locking with mine before a giant smile spread across her face. "Well, good morning, Ava."

I gave her a tight-lipped smile as we passed. "Morning."

Unlocking my car door, I swung it open, narrowly missing Nate's knees as he jumped back. "Whoa."

"God, sorry."

He handed me my bag, and I tossed it into the passenger. "Don't drive distracted. You'll get there in time." He cupped my cheeks and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Can I see you again?"

I nodded, my mind soothing as his lips parted from my skin. "Yeah." Exhaling, I glanced up. "Shoot me a text."

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