Page 68 of Nate

Nate dried off, wrapped the towel around his waist, then entered the bedroom, he stopped in his tracks when he saw Markie standing in the center of the room, wearing nothing but her blouse. He unhooked the towel and let it fall to the floor, then strode to her, picked her up, and placed her on the bed. He walked toward the foot of the bed.

Nate wrapped his hands firmly around her ankles. With a slow and deliberate motion, he spread her legs, and his eyes drank in the sight of her, his own desire raging like a fire as he climbed onto the bed between her legs.

He hovered above her, anticipation turning the air electric. Lowering his head to meet her waiting lips, their mouths collided in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored the depths of her mouth, their breaths tangling as they shared their hunger for one another.

He slowly unbuttoned Markie’s shirt, revealing her skin. As he traced his fingertips down her chest, he felt her shiver in response. His own arousal grew as he sat on his heels, unhooking her bra, removing it, and tossing it across the room.

Nate’s eyes remained locked on Markie’s as he put his face between her legs. He gently parted her slit with his fingers, inhaling her intoxicating scent. Her legs involuntarily spread further apart, inviting him in. He placed soft kisses on her inner thighs, working his way up to her most sensitive spot. With one hand, Nate massaged her clitoris.

Markie’s back arched off the bed as she moaned in pleasure. Her hands tangled in Nate’s damp hair as he continued, and she whispered his name between gasps of air. Encouraged by her response, he sucked on her clitoris.

As Markie’s moans became louder and more frantic, Nate knew she was close. He intensified his efforts, sucking on her harder, his tongue moving against her clitoris. Her body stiffened and then convulsed against him, waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She quickly reached for a pillow to cover her face as she climaxed with a loud cry.

Nate removed the pillow and grinned at her. “I don’t think that did much good.”

“Oh, God! They probably know we’re having sex.”

“So? Maybe if he knows how good it is, he’ll leave you the fuck alone.” Nate got off the bed, picked up his wallet and removed a condom, then rolled it on. He moved between her legs again.

“Let’s do that one more time… or two.” Nate inched into her and groaned when her legs wrapped around his waist. He moved his hips in a rhythmic pace, gritting his teeth, trying to make it last. When he felt her clench around him, he slammed into her over and over until they both groaned as their orgasms hit them, then collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion.

The next morning, Nate got out of bed and looked at Markie as she lay there sleeping. He entered the bathroom to brush his teeth, reentered the bedroom, quietly dressed, then headed downstairs for some much-needed coffee.

When he entered the kitchen, he sighed when he saw Knowles getting something from a cupboard and noticed it was a prescription bottle.

Knowles tapped out two pills, he tossed them into his mouth and took a drink of water, then he noticed Nate standing in the doorway. He held the medication bottle up.

“Bad back,” he said.

Nate ignored him, then walked toward the K-cup machine, made himself a cup of coffee and kept his eyes off Knowles. It was early but he wanted to punch him already. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man lean against the counter, fold his arms, and stared at him. Nate waited.

“So, you and Markie didn’t go right to sleep, huh?”And there it is.

Nate picked up his cup when it was ready, took a sip, and looked at Knowles.

“We were in bed.” Nate watched him smirk.

“Yeah, I heard.”

Nate huffed. “If you’ve got something to say, say it.”

Knowles shrugged. “Nothing to say.”

“I didn’t think so.”

Knowles cocked his head. “You don’t like me for some reason, do you?”

“Oh, there’s a reason.”

“Good morning,” Markie said when she entered the room, and Nate noticed Knowles’ eyes light up.

“Good morning, baby.” Nate kissed her forehead.

“Good morning, Markie,” Knowles said.

Markie looked at him. “Good morning.”

“Jefferson and I were just discussing when you got to… sleep last night.”

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