Page 29 of Evil Queen

“Fine,” Nathan grumbled, and as he walked away, he swatted a hand back and whacked my ass before continuing out of the room.

There was a bright smile on my face that took me several minutes to realize was there, and even once I did, I couldn’t pull it away. It wasn’t my fault that I loved Nathan so much. I just did.

I loaded a couple of plates with the eggs, sausage, and toast I’d prepared and carried them into the living room. Nathan was sitting on the sunken couch with his eyes narrowed in concentration. It didn’t help my situation that he was so gorgeous. An ass though he was, Connor Loche was a good-looking man, and he’d picked a former model, Alicia, to procreate with. The resulting Nathan had his father’s natural jagged jaw and sharp eyes, but he also had his mother’s soft, slender face and slim nose. Nathan probably could have been a model if he was interested in the field, but he, of course, wanted to go into his family’s business.

Stepping down into the sunken living room, I set the plates of breakfast food down on the coffee table and then looked down at the paper stacked there. Not surprisingly, it was a pile of Nathan’s homework, which he’d either started much before I got there, blazed through in the last ten minutes, or a combination of both. On top of being attractive, he was also as close to a genius as I’d ever met.

“All your homework?” I said.

He pointed down at his computer. “I’m working on my final for sociology, but I got distracted by emails.”

“How far are you into the emails?”

“Uh. Considering the fact that there’s no way I’m going to get through them all today, I’m about three-fourths through what I’m planning to address today. Nothing’s burning down.”

“Close enough.”

I grabbed the base of my shirt, clawed it over my head, and threw it aside, and then unbuttoned my jeans and kicked them off. Nathan looked up, slack-jawed at the sight of me in nothing but my underwear, but I didn’t make eye contact. Instead, I grabbed my plate, sat down, and started to eat.

“Uh,” Nathan said. “You expect me to eat with you sitting there like that?”

“Yep,” I replied, taking a bite of my sausage. “The quicker you eat, the quicker we can…go to sleep.”

That was all the motivation Nathan needed. He started clicking away at the keyboard of his computer at an alarming speed. Then he slammed the laptop closed and put it to the side so that he could grab his plate. He was briefly distracted by the food, taking a while to savor the simple breakfast compared to the extravagant meals he used to eat, and then when he finished, he stared at me, waiting for me to finish.

“You’re taking long on purpose,” he growled.

“No,” I replied. “You just scarfed your food down.”

He sat bouncing up and down in his spot until I finally took the last bite of my toast. He stood from the couch in a flash, snagged the plate from my hand, and lifted me up and over his shoulder. I giggled as he carried me out of the living room and up the stairs.

“Impatient.”

“You can’t just sit there in your panties and expect me not to be impatient.”

He dropped me on the bed and crawled over me, balancing himself up by his arms on either side of me. I curled my hands around his arms and relished in the feeling of his impressive fitness. He ducked his head to me and kissed me as a hand slid up my stomach. The searing heat where he touched me never ceased to amaze me. I’d heard through the grapevine that Cherri thought Nathan was bad in bed, but whatever she was experiencing had not made its way anywhere near me. His lips moved with expert direction away from my mouth and down my neck. He nibbled at my collarbone as he took one of my breasts in his hand, and I squeaked out a moan as he latched over the other to suck.

My hands laced into his hair, and I dug my fingers down in a spot that I knew always drove him wild. He shoved his hips against me, rubbing me with his hard, waiting self, and I responded by driving a hand between us to massage it through the fabric of his sweatpants. In a moment of telepathy passing between us, he leaned away from me exactly as I sat up, and he turned to sit on the bed so that I could drop down onto the floor in front of him. I took the waistband of his pants and pulled them down. I was happy about his choice to go commando on a lazy day at home.

Taking the leaking shaft into my hand, I leaned in and set my tongue to the tip. Nathan shuddered as a huff came out, and I smiled at how instantly he seemed to feel good from my actions. We were two nodes of energy, reacting to one another from just the smallest bit of pressure, growing and growing until we’d forced everything out of our bodies and brains except one another. I closed my mouth over him, and Nathan’s hand found the back of my head. He didn’t push, never did, but he caressed my head as if to inspire me to do more, which I did.

As if he wasn’t perfect enough, he boasted an impressive size, and I wasn’t yet able to take it all the way in. Instead, I worked my way as far down as I could and held him there, enveloping him with my tongue until his grunts and groans got louder and shorter. What I couldn’t service with my mouth, I wrapped my hand around and twisted and pulled. Whatever sensation I was creating must have been good because Nathan started to very gently thrust into my mouth, and it drove me insane.

Finally, he tapped the back of my head before applying just enough pressure to push me away. I looked up at him, and he shook his head. “Honestly. You keep doing all that, and we aren’t going to make it very far.” He slid his hand down over my shoulder and hooked under my arm. “Come here.”

I stood up, and Nathan scooted himself back on the bed just enough to give me room to straddle him. His thumb flicked along my most sensitive spot as I situated myself over him. He used his other hand to pull the fabric of my underwear aside, then grabbed himself and guided himself to my entrance. Slowly enough to set us both on fire, I lowered myself, closing my eyes and breathing in the feeling of him sliding into me.

“Nathan,” I whined out.

Once he was fully seated inside, his hands wrapped around my torso and dragged me as close to him as he could. He buried his face in my chest, and for a moment, we just sat there and existed in deep connection. My fingers curled back into his hair and rubbed, and his hands dug more into my skin. In another moment of reading one another’s minds, we both started to move. He thrust himself up and down, stroking the inside of me and making my brain go numb, and I rocked my hips back and forth to further stir myself up.

“Sh-shit,” Nathan grunted. “That feels good.”

I slid one of my hands out of his hair and down to cup his chin. I tilted his head back to look up at me, and he did the rest of the work, craning his neck up to bring our lips together. His tongue slipped in briefly before I took his bottom lip between my teeth and sucked.

With his impressive strength, he stood up and turned, bringing me to my back on the bed. We stayed twisted into one another, but his pace quickened, causing my soft moans to come out closer to screams. My arms clamped around his back, and my fingers dug in so deeply that I knew there would be marks there later.

Finally, Nathan buried his face near my neck and huffed, “I’m close, Nikki,” into my ear.

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