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“Do you like that?”
“Yes!”
He strokes the length of my pussy a few more times, alternating between firm and light touches. “What about this?” Instead of bringing his finger back to my clit, his finger enters me, burying his digit to the knuckle.
“Oh!” I shiver.
And when he inserted a second, then a third digit, my muscles clamp around his hand.
“Nathan I’m… I’m…”
“Let go, sweetheart.” My walls spasm, fisting his fingers in a tight grip. Still, he didn’t stop pumping into me.
When the last shudder weakens my knees, Nathan grips my ass, dragging my quivering pussy towards his straining dick. “I want you. Now.”
He thrusts upward as he brings me down to meet his dick. “Ahh!”
His shaft jerks deep inside me and I roll my hips, taking him deeper. “You feel so good, Naomi.”
So does he. I ride him, enveloping his girth over and over until we’re both panting with the need for release.
He shivers.
I slam my lips against his in a desperate kiss, fuelled by the urgency of my impending release. The world fades and I only see Nathan. “I can’t hold on much longer.” The words barely escape my mouth before a deep shudder ripples across my skin. My core tightens painfully, pulling Nathan deeper.
He thrusts hard and fast. And it is my undoing.
I come.
“Fuck!” His grip tightens and I feel his cum pouring into me. Claiming my pussy as he claimed my heart.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
NAOMI
It’s Christmas Eve. The crisp ocean air floats through my hair as I stand on the balcony overlooking the ocean. Inside, the mayor's masquerade ball is in full swing and I take a moment to fully appreciate my work on so many attendees.
For the first time, I don’t feel like a shadow resigned to the background. Cupid stands a real chance at success, starting with the clients tonight. And that means repaying my angel investor sooner. I have Nathan to thank for sticking by me these last few weeks.
I glance up when Nathan comes into view. He’s breathtaking as Anubis. I can no longer deny that I want him in my life. And while I don’t know what that looks like or what it means for my friendship with Charity, I’m willing to try if he is.
“There you are.” The mayor’s wife joins me on the balcony.
“This is a fabulous party,” I say.
“With the right company, enough booze, and food any party can be fabulous.”
I smile.
“But not everyone can make this many people look generous at a single event.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s why I want to make you the town’s official parade costume designer.”
“Not just the Santa parade?” I gape. “What about Elizabeth Cooper? She got the Santa parade contract this year.”
“She convinced us that she had the resources to pull it off but as you and the entire town saw, her costume work just…isn’t up to par.” By us the major's wife means the group of women that make up the town’s committee.
