Page 153 of Unexpected Forever
He grabs the baby monitor and my hand, pulling me into his office down the hall. Closing the door behind him, he leans against it, his eyes taking a slow, heated tour of my body.
“You look sexy as fuck in that suit, babe.” He tosses the baby monitor onto a nearby chair.
“Thank you.” The look of desire in his eyes makes my skin flush under the suit.
“I keep thinking about what you’re wearing under your little skirt, and it’s driving me crazy.”
His gray sweatpants don’t hide the massive hard-on he’s sporting as he stalks toward me, all broad shoulders and muscles.
There’s a gleam in his eye, like a predator after its prey.
I’m happy to be devoured by him anytime.
I’ve been insecure about my body since having Lucy. I haven’t lost all the baby weight yet, but since we’d gotten the green light at my six-week checkup, Nate can’t keep his hands off me.
I step back until my ass hits the desk. “Well, it should give you something to think about all day.”
His grin is wicked as he shakes his head. “Oh no, baby. You’re going to show me before you leave.”
“No way. You’re not messing with my hair, Gentry.”
He stops in front of me, close enough my chest brushes against his when I breathe, but he doesn’t touch me.
His smoldering hazel eyes hold me captive.
“Turn around, Charley.”
“Nate, I—”
“Turn around, Charlotte.”
A shiver runs down my spine at his demanding tone.
It’s hot as hell.
I follow his directions, feeling his intense gaze on my back.
His hand lands in the middle of my shoulder blades and bends me over his desk, before hiking up my skirt around my hips, baring my ass to him.
My core clenches in anticipation of having Nate inside me.
He whistles low as his hands squeeze me. “God, I love this ass. If it’s possible, it’s even more perfect than before the baby.”
A sharp slap makes me gasp, then moan, pushing back against him.
“You want my cock, Firefly? Want me to come in your tight pussy?”
“Yes…” I drop my forehead to the desk. The need to be fucked by the man who owns my soul slices through me.
He reaches around and, with amazing accuracy, zeros in on my clit. His magic fingers work me into a panting, frenzied mess.
Pulling my thong aside, he rubs the head of his dick along my slit.
“Oh yeah, you’re wet and ready. I’m going to fuck you so hard wearing this suit you’re going to think of me every time you sit down.”
“Please…” Like every time, he has me near delirious with need for him.
He leans over me, caging me between his broad naked chest and the desk, dropping kisses on the back of my neck. Warmth surges through me, and without warning, he thrusts into me, filling and stretching me, before pulling out and slamming back in.
