Page 94 of Reputation (Tempt)

I debated telling him no solely to see what he’d do, but the idea of prowling over to him had a fresh wave of arousal washing over me. With painstaking slowness, I started moving in his direction. The tile was cold and hard beneath my hands and knees. But the entire time, he lavished me with compliments and praise.

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasped.

I inched closer, and he issued another. “Look at that lithe, strong body.”

Instead of making me feel demeaned, Nate made the act feel powerful. Regal, even. I was a queen, even if I was the one on my knees for him.

“Yes,” he encouraged. “That’s it.”

It wasn’t even that big a distance, but I’d taken my time getting to him. Giving him the show he so clearly wanted. And when I brushed against his legs, he reached down to caress my hair.

“Good girl,” he cooed, smoothing his hand down my cheek until he was cupping my chin and guiding me to look at him. “Pull out my cock.”

I unzipped his pants with painstaking slowness. When I pushed them down over his hips, his cock bobbed toward his stomach. I peered up at him, waiting for his next demand.

“See how hard I am for you.” He sounded almost…angry. “How hard I am for you all the damn time.”

He cupped my cheek, his caress both possessive and gentle. The look in his eyes spoke of adoration and told me that I was completely in control, despite his commanding language.

As soon as my tongue hit his skin, he hissed. I licked him from root to tip, and my name came out as a strangled sigh.

I peered up at him, loving the array of expressions that flitted across his face as I took my time licking and sucking and pleasuring him. Taking him in my mouth as deep as I could go. Surprise. Desire. Agony. Anticipation.

I gripped the backs of his legs, urging him on. Begging for more. He cradled the back of my head, gently thrusting into my mouth. I could sense him losing control. He was getting close; it was clear from the way he hissed with nearly every breath to the tightening of his grip on my hair.

“That’s enough,” he said abruptly and pulled out.

“Hate to tell you this,” I said, wiping my mouth as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. “But you’llneverbe able to fuck the feisty out of me.”

His dark chuckle made my core quiver with need. “Maybe not, but I’ll certainly have fun trying.”

He picked me up and tossed me onto the mattress. I blinked a few times then laughed, loving how physical and playful he could be when it came to sex. As an athlete, I craved movement and play, and I appreciated his strength.

He yanked on my legs, pulling me closer to the edge. He grabbed something from the pocket of his pants, and I assumed it was a condom. I propped myself up on my elbows, curious when he removed the cap from one of Brooklyn’s temporary tattoo markers.

“What are you doing?”

He held down my thigh with one hand and started writing on the skin near my bikini line with the other. I kept trying to get a good look at what he was doing, but he wouldn’t let me.

Finally, he stood back, immensely pleased with himself. “There.”

On my thigh, in Nate’s scrawl, was (Nate’s Version).

I couldn’t help myself; I laughed. Nate was claiming his ownership in a way a Swiftie like me would love. Taylor Swift had fought a very public battle to regain the rights to her songs, designating the ones she rerecorded and owned with (Taylor’s Version). So Nate was saying that I belonged to him, and the idea that he’d want to proclaim that we belonged together made me giddy.

And then he knelt to the floor and pushed my thighs apart, baring me to him. My breath caught when I realized what he had planned next.

“Mm,” I said, eagerly awaiting his mouth on my clit. His hands on my body. God, I loved when he touched me. Kissed me.

If only this were more than just physical for him. Because it was definitely becoming more for me.

He licked my clit, and I shuddered, wishing it were true but knowing it was impossible. He roamed my body with his hands, touching, grabbing, caressing, pinching as he sucked my clit. It was sensory overload, and I was here for it.

He slid a finger inside me, driving me higher and higher. I clenched the sheets, my toes curling from pleasure and anticipation.Thiswas exactly what I’d needed.

My body wound tighter and tighter like my muscles when I was preparing to launch the shot put. I was so close to release. I was about to come when he slowed. Stopped.

I clenched and unclenched the sheets, lifted my head and glared at him. “Nate.”

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