Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
He stays silent.
“Nathan, I need you.” I smile softly. “In fact, I’ve spent the last ten years trying to find a man who lives up to you.”
His eyes hold mine. “What does that mean?”
“I don’t even know.”
He frowns as if wanting to say something.
“What?” I ask.
“If I wasn’t… the way I am.” He pauses and looks around the bar as if processing his thoughts. “Would I be the kind of man you would want?”
“You are the man I would want, Nathe,” I answer honestly. “Fate hasn’t been kind to me in this life.”
“What do you mean?”
“I have this beautiful, smart and funny man who is so loyal and makes me so happy. But he can never give me…” My voice trails off. I smile sadly. “It doesn’t matter. We are not destined to be like that. I really wish that we were.”
He stares at me, his jaw clenches, and I know that deep down that he knows I’m right.
The truth sucks. Nathan and I are perfect for each other in every way.
We know that. Everyone knows that.
But I’m the wrong sex for him, and no matter how hard I try, I could never be what he needs.
“You didn’t ask me how my first day was,” I say.
“How was your first day?” he asks softly.
“It was pretty crappy.” I smirk.
A semblance of a smile crosses his face. “Why is that?”
“Tomorrow, someone is getting their labia cut off and injected with fillers so it’s plump, and I have to watch.”
Nathan scrunches his eyes shut and pinches the bridge of his nose, and I laugh out loud.
“I’m thinking of getting it, too,” I add casually.
His eyes snap open. “What the hell is wrong with your vagina?”
“That’s for me to know and you to never find out.”
He gives me a slow smile and takes my hand in his lap. I know our fight is over.
“I’m getting all the food tonight; every single thing, including all the desserts. There won’t be room in our bed for you.”
“What’s new,” He mutters dryly as he opens the menu. “I’m used to it.”
* * *
It’s 11:30 p.m., and Nathan and I are walking home arm in arm. We are laughing and joking now, and our earlier fight seems like a lifetime ago. He has me in a headlock, and we are wrestling our way down the street. Those margaritas went down way too easily, and we are way too tipsy for a Monday night.
We make our way back to my apartment, and he takes a shower before I do, too.
We brush our teeth, and I braid my long dark hair. Nathan likes me putting it up or he says he wakes up in the middle of the night in some kind of Rapunzel nightmare.
When he gets into bed, he’s wearing his navy blue silk boxer shorts. I take off my robe and am wearing my custom panty and matching camisole set.
I climb in beside him and wince.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“My back is tight,” I stretch it to the left and right to try loosen it. “I tried to get in for a massage tomorrow night but I can’t get one till Friday.”
“I’ll massage it for you.”
“What?” I smile.
“Roll onto your stomach. I’ll massage it for you.” He goes up to lean on his elbow, and then falls back and chuckles. “I’m feeling so fucking drunk.”
I giggle. “That makes two of us.”
I roll onto my stomach, and he begins to chipper chop me at high speed. “Oww!” I cry. “What the hell is that?”
He sits up, and with two hands, he really chipper chops me with vigour.
“Ah.” I laugh. “Stop it, you’re making it worse.”
He sits over my behind and gently begins to knead my shoulders, and I smile sleepily into the pillow. “Hmm. Now, that feels good,” I whisper.
For twenty minutes, Nathan’s magical hands roam up and down my back, every now and then, softly dusting the sides of my breasts.
I’m sleepy, relaxed, and I hate to admit it… aroused. I feel like I’m drifting safely, halfway between sober and drunk, Heaven and Hell.
Right and wrong.
As he pushes me into the mattress, I can feel his dick on my behind. Or maybe that’s the margaritas and wishful thinking.
I get a vision of him in the nude from the other night and my insides begin to melt.
I let my mind go somewhere that it has never gone before. I let myself imagine what it would be like to have sex with Nathan Mercer.
Would he be rough? Would he be tender? I get a vision of me on top, looking down as I ride him. He would be so deep inside of me. God, he most definitely would touch every single side.
I clench in appreciation, and I feel a rush of moisture to my sex. I begin to feel my pulse there.