Page 95 of Reputation (Tempt)

“Yes?” His tone was sweet, but his expression was wicked.

I narrowed my eyes at him, gritting out, “Why’d you stop?”

He slowly, gently, started rubbing my clit again. “Who does this pussy belong to?” He dipped his finger inside, then swiped the juices over my already slick nerve endings.

“Me,” I said, feeling extra defiant.

He slapped my pussy. I was so shocked, I just blinked at him. But if he’d intended it as a punishment, it had backfired. Because all the blood came rushing back, along with an overwhelming wave of arousal.

“Try again,” he said, giving my new tattoo a pointed look.

I was tempted to defy him again, if only to see if he’d slap my pussy another time. God, it felt so good. How had I lived all my life without experiencing that before?

“Emerson.” His voice rumbled over me like thunder from an approaching storm. Nate pushed me right up to the edge again, until I was begging for him to fill me. To let me come.

“Answer me.” His eyes were wild, his body taut with tension.

“You,” I said. “Only you.”

“Damn right.” He settled himself against the headboard, sliding a condom down his length. “Now, come ride my cock.”

I’d had no idea Nate would have such a filthy mouth, but I was here for it. I loved it. Loved hearing his barely restrained control. Loved the way he seemed ready to snap—because of me.Me!

Part of me had worried that it would be a mistake to sleep with him, and not because he was my boss or because I’d agreed to be his fake fiancée for a year. But because he’d been at the top of my celebrity fuck-it list for so long, I was afraid I’d built up an unrealistic image of him in my mind.

I tried to push those thoughts away. They weren’t fair to him. I’d long since realized that he was so much more than I’d ever hoped for. And when it came to sex with Nate, he’d definitely met and far exceeded anything I’d imagined in my fantasies.

I braced myself on the headboard, sinking down onto him slowly. He groaned but didn’t rush me, our eyes locked on each other as our bodies became one.

When I was fully seated, he growled. “Yes, Em. That’s it. You feel so good. Like you were made for me.”

I started rocking, and he explored my body with his hands. Touching me everywhere—my shoulders, my back, my hips, my stomach, my breasts. It was as if he was mapping me, memorizing my every freckle and scar.

“You are…” He shook his head, his eyes pinging between mine and where we were joined. I rotated my hips, swiveling and changing the tempo. His eyes glazed over, and whatever he’d been going to say was forgotten.

“I am…” I smirked.

But then he started rubbing circles on my clit, and I forgot about anything else. “Oh god. I’m going to—” I gripped his shoulders, my orgasm barreling into me.

He slid his free hand up my chest, coming to rest on my neck. His touch was gentle, his gaze reverent. And I’d never felt more cherished.

“That’s it,” he groaned, thrusting up into me. Both of our movements becoming more frantic. Our breathing erratic. Until I squeezed my eyes and threw back my head, letting the release overpower me.

“Fuck.” He grunted, following me over the edge. “Yes, Em.Yes.”

I wanted to rest my head against his chest, but then I remembered that this was temporary. With time, his lust or infatuation or whatever Nate felt for me would fade just like the tattoo he’d drawn on my skin.

* * *

My phone rang,Kendall’s name flashing on the screen with a request to FaceTime. She’d tried calling a few times the past few days, but I’d either been busy or avoiding her. But the longer I put off this conversation, the more suspicious it would seem.

And I honestly missed talking to my best friend, even if I loathed the idea of lying to her. It was one thing not to tell her about my training or my anxiety over competing, though I’d had some success with Nate’s alter ego idea lately. It was another to lie to her face about being engaged to her fiancé’s brother.

I straightened and took a deep breath, smiling before I pressed the button to connect the call. Fortunately, Brooklyn was already asleep. I’d checked on her earlier, and she’d been in a deep sleep.

Nate was still on set, and I wasn’t sure when he’d be back. They’d started filming this afternoon, and I knew it could involve long days—twelve hours wasn’t outside the norm. But selfishly, I hoped he’d return soon.

“Hey!” I said as soon as she appeared on the screen.

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