Page 56 of Say You Hate Me
He gives me a sheepish grin. “We’re twins, Natalia. I can tell there’s something going on. You haven’t been yourself since Maui. You’re always agitated, distracted. Don’t get me wrong, you’re fantastic at your job.” He pauses and looks away. “I noticed today that Anderson has been the same way, and I had anahamoment.”
I shake my head vehemently, because there’s truly nothing going on. It’s just sex—mind-blowing sex. Luca doesn’t need to know about that.
“Really. We’re learning how to work together without ripping the other’s head off.”
He chuckles and finishes his glass of wine. “You’re a bad liar, but you’ll tell me when you’re ready.”
I open my mouth to deny it, but he stands and stretches. “I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.” He blows me a kiss and walks away, and I sit for a few more minutes. Eventually, a waiter brings me another glass, and I drain it immediately.
What are we doing? Taunting each other like high schoolers? My luck in relationships is non-existent, so this can only end one way—and since we work together, I can only imagine how awkward eight hours of my day will be when this all implodes.
Still, I’m not thinking of that when I saunter upstairs.
And I’m certainly not thinking about it when I open my door and lock it behind me, slipping my heeled sandals off and untying my hair. I quickly take off my pantsuit, the wine making me courageous. I gargle mouthwash and then I stand in front of the adjoining door to Anderson’s room, knocking three times.
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Anderson
If there is a god,then he or she definitely made Natalia exactly for me. As she stands there, clad only in black panties and a matching bra, I realize with a start that she possesses everything I love about my type of women—tall, curves in all the right places, a little bit of extra flesh on her thighs and backside. Long, dark hair. Lush, pillowy lips. A striking face. And her body… I harden instantly, my body remembering how she teased me an hour ago.
“Hi,” she says, her voice mellow.
“Hi,” I say back, letting her into my room.
She saunters over to the bed, sitting on the edge as she watches me through her lashes.
“I’m sorry. About earlier, asking about Rosalina.”
I shake my head. “It’s old news.”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, and I realize with a start that she’s been fussing over saying the wrong thing—fussing overme. I ignore the way that makes me feel, makes me swallow thickly and want to pull her into a hug.
“And the car, I didn’t mean—”
“Let’s forget all of that, okay?” I reach out and brush the hair off her shoulder, and she visibly trembles at my touch. “You drive me fucking crazy. That’s undeniable. But I’m sick of fighting.” I bend down and kiss her behind her ear, and she arches her back at my touch. Watching her as she sucks in tiny, sharp breaths causes my cock to throb.
I won’t last long.
I push her down onto the bed, dropping to my knees as I grab her underwear and pull them off with one finger that I trail down her leg. She bucks her hips, and I stare at her glorious pussy. Grinning, I spread her legs and kneel between them, looking at her. The expression on her face is total vulnerability—relinquishing the control. Whatever semblance of control she thought she had, that is. It takes my breath away, and I dip my head down, tasting her.
Groaning, I flick my tongue against her once—twice. She nearly levitates off the bed, moaning loudly. I grip her fleshy thighs, and an involuntary growl escapes my lips as her body tenses with every sweep of my tongue along her slit.
“Oh fuck,” she breathes, her legs shaking.
I slow my pace, gently inserting not one but two fingers, withdrawing them, and then driving them into her again. She hisses, and I contain my chuckle. Slowly, I repeat the motion, curling them ever so slightly as Natalia arches her back and drives her hips into my hand with every slow thrust.
“More,” she begs, looking down at me with frenzied eyes.This.This is what I love to see—the eagerness, the pure possession of her body. Like I’m the puppet master, and each movement brings her closer and closer to the edge. It’s the power that I crave—yet tonight, I want something different. Something softer, less enraged.
I remove my fingers, licking them slowly, lapping up the taste of her. She watches me with eyes so dark, my cock physically pulses against my pants.
“I want to fuck you,” I say, my voice gravelly, unguarded.
She opens her legs wider in response, and my eyes don’t leave hers as I remove all of my clothing.
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Natalia
