Page 93 of Reputation (Tempt)

Nate and I had gone to dinner to make a public appearance. It had been…strange. To feel like I was on display while eating dinner. People gawked, whispered, tried to sneak photos. That had been the point, but still…it was invasive.

Nate held the door to the suite open for me. Brooklyn was already asleep. The temp nanny from the Hartwell Agency gave us a quick rundown of their evening, and we thanked her before she headed off to her room.

“I liked her,” I said about the nanny.

“I likeyou,” Nate said. His hands were on my hips, rushing me toward our bedroom. “Fuck. You’re sexy.”

I kissed him, tugging on his lapels, needing him closer. The nanny forgotten, for now at least. At some point, we’d have to find my replacement. But I didn’t want to think about that. Not right now.

“So are you.” I tugged on his jacket, needing him naked. Now. “Everyone in the restaurant was staring at you.”

“No.” He dipped his head and kissed the skin where my neck met my shoulder. “They were staring at you.”

My skin heated at his praise, and I stripped off his jacket, tossing it on the chair. He gripped my hip, then he was sliding my dress up my leg, but the material made it difficult to get very far.

He groaned in frustration and moved to his knees. “This dress is sexy as hell, but if you don’t show me how to get it off in the next two seconds, I’m going to tear it.” He searched the material.

“Don’t you dare.” I glared at him, knowing it wasn’t an idle threat. “Jay would have a fit.”

“I don’t fucking care.” He grunted, trying to get it off.

I laughed and stood. “Well, I do.”

I slid the zipper down my side, tugging the dress over my head and laying it gently on the desk chair. When I came face-to-face with Nate again, he growled, his desire evident in his eyes and the hard-on tenting his pants. “You were naked under there the whole time?”

I bit back a smile. I couldn’t help it. Sometimes it was just too fun to provoke him. “Yep.”

He growled, narrowing his eyes at me.

“Relax, caveman.” I patted his chest. “Jackson was with us.”

That seemed to incense him even more. His nostrils flared. “I’m having him reassigned.”

I laughed. “No. You’re not.”

He looked downright murderous. “Thorne,” he chided.

“Ooh.” I smirked. “I haven’t heard that nickname in a while. I must really be in trouble.”

He slid his hands into his pockets, the picture of calm, cool elegance. “On your knees.”

“Why?” I cocked my hip, loving the way his eyes tracked my every move. “Are you going to punish me?”

“I’m going to fuck that feisty mouth. And then I’m going to remind you who that pussy belongs to.”

Heat gushed to my core.Yes, please.But I didn’t say that. Instead, I held his gaze, defiant to the very end.

Nate said nothing, but his look said everything.Obey or suffer the consequences.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I lowered myself to my knees, determined to suck him off untilhewas the one begging for mercy.

“Crawl to me,” he rasped.

“What?” My eyes darted to him, my breath catching.

He was fully clothed, and I was completely naked. Completely at his mercy. And I realized that I trusted him implicitly. Maybe not with my heart. But I trusted him to make me feel good. To take care of me.

“You heard me,” he said.

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