Page 92 of Operation Annulment
He pulls back with a frown. “I got the divorce papers, babe. What’s changed in the last two weeks? What—I’m supposed to just believe you want to stay now? You seemed pretty cozy with Jeremy last I checked.”
I resist the urge to walk out and hold my head high as I tell him, “Jeremy’s nothing more than a friend—well, minus the one time before I met you. Look, maybe nothing’s changed, and we’re still too damaged to make it work. Maybe this whole idea?—”
“Let’s do it right, then.”
“What—what do you mean?” I ask, my head swimming in confusion.
His mouth splits into a wide grin. “Let’s get married, Katy girl. A real wedding—one we’ll hopefully remember this time around. What do you say?”
I say I need this man.Badly.
I kick off my heels and launch myself into his arms. His hands come up to grip my ass, holding me steady as I wrap my legs around his waist.
“I say yes,” I breathe against his lips. “And also, what is the gym’s policy on sex?”
He laughs and his mouth slides over with mine before he whispers, “Anything for you, babe.”
Keeping his arms locked around me, he backs me against the wall. I shiver against the cold tiles on my back and the feel of his fingers brushing against my core. He tugs my panties to the side with a barely repressed growl.
“Tonight, when you’re back in our bed, I’ll go slow. I’m going to take my fucking time worshiping every inch of this body.” His lips move down the column of my throat. “But right now, I need to feel you around me.”
“Please,” I beg.
I missed everything about him. His voice, his smell, the way he touches me, just like?—
I bite down on his shoulder with a moan, the edges of my vision already blurring. His hand moves between us, stimulating me—encouraging my body to open up for him.
“I’m close,” I hiss, feeling my inner muscles flutter around his length.
Taking it as a challenge, he rolls his hips forward, forcing me to take more—to take all of him. I gasp as his thumb and forefinger squeeze my clit before coming apart with a loud cry.
Nate’s mouth finds mine, silencing my cries while he continues to push my body to the brink of another orgasm. I suck his lip into my mouth to keep from screaming, and he groans, his thrusts becoming shallow.
The room fades away, and I see stars. Well, and the old man from the sauna. But I’m beyond caring at this point. Nate holds himself deep, releasing a low growl as he chases his own release.
“I—I love you, babe,” he pants, crushing me against the wall with his body.
I drop my head onto his shoulder with a content sigh. “I love you too, Nate. I don’t want to navigate this life with anyone but you.”
The older man clears his throat. “And I’m happy for the two of you, but I’d really like a shower before the new year. Do you mind?”
“Guy, do you mind?” Nate barks. “We’re trying to have a moment here.”
He threatens to call gym security before stalking toward the exit, grumbling about public fornication.
I dissolve into giggles. “We may have to find a new gym.”
Nate curses when he sees the time. “Let’s go, Katy girl. We missed the wedding, but if we hurry, we might still make the reception.”
thirty-six
SUPERHERO RULE #64: ALWAYS MAKE A DRAMATIC ENTRANCE
Dakota
Iburst through the side door of the event center with my shoes tucked under my arm. Several employees jump back in fright, but I don’t slow down. I’m late enough as it is.
“Do not be alarmed,” I murmur with a breathless wave and a British accent. “’Tis only me.”
