With Me In Seattle: Fight With Me Part 1

Fight With Me.

The With Me In Seattle Series.

By Kristen Proby.

Dedication:.

For Tanya. Your support and friends.h.i.+p mean more to me than you will ever know. I love you, bff.

Prologue.

Summer.

My back hits the wall with a light thud, and Nate's face is buried in my throat, his hands on my a.s.s, skirt hiked up around my waist, pulling me up so he can cradle his still-covered erection in the apex of my thighs. I pull the hair-tie out of his thick, inky black hair and run my hands through it, holding on to him. I've never seen his hair down before; he always ties it back at the nape of his neck, and it's so s.e.xy. It falls just above his shoulders, framing that impossibly handsome face of his that makes my insides quiver and my mouth go dry every time he looks at me.

But he's never looked at me the way he is right now, in the semi-dark hallway, in the middle of his apartment, just outside his bedroom. His gray eyes are burning as he rocks his pelvis against mine.

"Do you know how beautiful you are, Julianne," he murmurs. "I need you naked, now." He picks me up, hands still braced on my a.s.s, and I wrap myself around him. He carries me into his bedroom, and I'm suddenly standing before him, and we are a tangle of arms and greedy hands, pulling and grasping clothes, flinging them haphazardly about the room. He doesn't turn the lights on, so I can't see him anymore, but oh, those hands. I don't know how many times I've sat in a meeting, watching these beautiful, large hands, and now they're on me.

Everywhere.

His mouth is on mine, his hands in my blonde hair, and he's kissing me with a fervor that makes my knees week. He's a really good kisser. Excellent.

f.u.c.king amazing.

He picks me up again, cradling me in his arms this time and lays me down on the bed. The sheets are soft and cool against my naked backside, and I wish I could see him in all his naked glory. I've been daydreaming about a naked Nate since he became my boss almost a year ago. I have a feeling there is a fine, fine body lurking under all those expertly tailored business suits.

Nate follows me onto the bed, and I run my hands up his stomach, over his chest, and up to his shoulders.

Holy f.u.c.k, he's built, and his skin is warm and smooth and ... wow. His hands are cradling my face, kissing me tenderly now, biting and nibbling my lips, and then he leans on one elbow at the side of my head and sends his other hand down my neck, over my breast, teasing the taut nipple with his fingers, and farther south, slowly finding his target.

"Oh, G.o.d." My body bows off the soft sheets as he slips two fingers into my p.u.s.s.y, and his thumb gently circles my c.l.i.toris.

"Oh, you are so wet. And so f.u.c.king tight. Jesus, how long has it been for you honey?"

Really? He wants to know this now?

"Longer than I care to think about," I respond and lift my hips up into his hand. Oh, G.o.d, what this man can do with his hands!

"s.h.i.+t, I want you. I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you." His lips find mine, demanding and probing, licking and sucking, his tongue mirroring what his delicious fingers are doing down south, and I'm completely swept away. I've wanted him just as long.

"We shouldn't do this," I whisper unconvincingly.

"Why not?" He whispers back.

"Because... Oh, G.o.d, yes right there." My hips are circling and I skim my hands down to his a.s.s. His hard, muscular, oh-so-s.e.xy a.s.s.

"You were saying?" He whispers, nibbling down my neck.

"We could both be fired. No frat policy."

"I don't give a f.u.c.k about anyone's policy right now." His lips close over my nipple, and I lose all conscious thought. Nate licks and sucks his way down my belly, paying close attention to my navel, before heading farther south, kissing my freshly waxed a thank G.o.d! a pubis and finally planting that tongue right there.

"f.u.c.k!" My hips buck up off the bed and I feel him grin before he pulls his fingers out of me, spreads my thighs wider and kisses me, deeply, his tongue pus.h.i.+ng and swirling through my folds and inside me. I push my fingers into that glorious thick hair and hang on, and when I think I just can't take any more, he licks up to my c.l.i.t and pushes a finger inside me, making a "come here" motion and I come undone, shuddering and digging my heels into the mattress, pus.h.i.+ng my p.u.s.s.y against Nate's skilled mouth.

As I surface back to Planet Earth, I hear Nate rip open a foil packet and he is kissing his way back up my body, sucking on each nipple, and then kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips and I moan, wrapping my legs around his hips, lifting my pelvis, ready for him to fill me, but he doesn't, he's just braced on his hands above me, his c.o.c.k cradled between my thighs. His breathing is ragged, and I wish with all my might that we'd turned on the lights so I can see his gray eyes.

"Nate, I want you."

"I know."

"Now, d.a.m.nit."

"You are so f.u.c.king hot," he whispers and lowers himself to brush his lips on my forehead.

"Inside me." I reach between us and grab his erection. Holy h.e.l.l, he's hung. He's hard and smooth, and he hasn't rolled the condom on yet. I pull up the length of him, to the tip, and ... "Holy, s.h.i.+t, what is that?"

He chuckles, and leans down to gently kiss me. "It's an apa," he whispers.

There is a metal bar with two small b.a.l.l.s, one at the top and one on the underside, in the end of his p.e.n.i.s, and I'm completely thrown. Nate, my suit-wearing, conservative-looking except for the long hair thing boss has his p.e.n.i.s pierced?

"A what-a?" My fingers trace it, and then I run my forefinger around the tip of him and he sucks in a breath through his teeth.

"An apadravya. f.u.c.k, honey."

"Why would you get this?" I ask, unexpectedly turned on and curious. I wish I could see it!

"You're about to find out." I hear the smile in his voice and then feel him reach between us and roll the condom down his impressive length. He kisses me again, more urgently, and buries his hands in my blonde hair. I raise my hips and feel the tip a and those metal b.a.l.l.s a at my entrance, and he slowly, oh so slowly, eases inside me.

Oh. My. G.o.d.

I can feel the metal rub against the walls of my v.a.g.i.n.a, all the way deep inside me, and he stops, buried in me, his mouth continuing to move over my own.

"f.u.c.k, I love how tight you are." His words make me squeeze him, and hold him, my legs wrapped around his lean hips, hands in that glorious hair.

He starts to move his hips, sliding in and out of me, and the sensation is unlike any I've ever known. I feel the metal, his impressive c.o.c.k, his mouth is doing crazy things to mine, and I feel my body quicken as a thin coat of sweat covers me. He picks up the pace, and rotates his hips, just enough to make me completely lose my mind.

"Come on honey, let go." And I do, violently. I cry out as Nate pushes into me, harder, once and twice, and then succ.u.mbs to his own release.

"Oh, f.u.c.k!"

I just f.u.c.ked my boss.

Nate pulls out of me and pulls the condom off, then tosses it on the floor beside the bed.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

No. "Yes."

"Do you need anything?" He runs his fingers down my cheek, and I again wish that the lights were on, yet I don't because I'm now feeling shy, and I never feel shy. His voice is distant, like he doesn't quite know what to do with me now, and to be honest, I don't know what to do with me either.

"No, thank you."

Oh, G.o.d, what did I just do? I just had to have the most mind-blowingly fantastic s.e.x of my life with the one man in the world that I just can't have. When he asked me to join him for a drink here at his place after dinner out with colleagues, I should have said no, but I couldn't. I've wanted to get my hands on him from day one, but our company has a very strict no fraternization policy, and I've had a long-standing policy of my own: no f.u.c.king co-workers.

And yet, here I am, blissfully sated, and not just a little ashamed in my s.e.xy boss's bed in his sw.a.n.ky thirty-floor apartment.

f.u.c.k.

"Do you want me to turn the lights on?" Nate asks and starts to move away from me, but I put my hand out, gripping his arm to stop him.

"No, it's fine."

"You don't sound like yourself. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine. Tired, probably too much wine." Those two gla.s.ses that I sipped while drinking in Nate's deliciousness have definitely not affected my head, but it's the only excuse I have. We're acting weird with each other now, and I hate it. I don't know what I expected, I don't know him that well. He's always been professional and polite, and until tonight I had no idea that he found me the least bit attractive.

He's got a very convincing poker face.

Nate kisses my forehead and pulls the covers over us, then turns me away from him and curls up behind me.

"Go to sleep. We'll talk in the morning."

Talk? Talk about what?

I don't answer, I just lie still and wait until his breathing evens out, then wait another ten minutes to make sure he's asleep. I carefully slip out from under his heavy arm a Jeez, he's muscular! Those suits he wears are very deceiving. I fumble my way to the wall, praying I don't trip and fall on my a.s.s, waking him up and follow it to the doorway. Turning on the hall light, I gather my clothes quickly and dress, grab my purse from Nate's large, professionally decorated, gorgeous living room, and leave.

I call a cab from the lobby of the prestigious downtown Seattle condo building and wait for my ride back to the parking garage of our office building so I can get my own car.

When I finally get home to the house I share on Alki Beach with my best friend, Natalie, I see a strange Lexus convertible in the driveway and lights coming from the kitchen at the back of the house.

"Natalie?"

"In the kitchen!"

"Do you have company?" I am so not in the mood to meet Nat's new friend.

"Yeah," she calls back.

"I'll see you tomorrow, I'm going to bed." I climb the stairs to my bedroom, closing the door behind me and take a long, hot shower. My skin is still sensitive from my romp in Nate's bed, and his scent clings to me, all clean and musky and s.e.xy, and I can't help but regret leaving just a little. Perhaps there could have been more fun during the night before the harsh light of day settled in.

And along with it, The Talk.

No, thank you.

I really don't need to have Nate spell out all the reasons why this was a one night indiscretion. I certainly don't think I can handle the awkwardness of the morning after. It's better to just pretend like it never happened, and get back to business as usual.

I pull on pink panties and a white cami and pull my phone out of my purse on my way to bed. There are no messages or texts.

He's probably as relieved I left as I am.

I lay awake all night, trying to figure out what I'm going to say when I call in sick at work tomorrow.

Chapter One.

Late Spring.

I love my job. I love my job. G.o.d, sometimes, I hate my job. I read the terse email from my boss, Nathan McKenna once again and swallow hard.

Friday, April 26, 2013 13:56.

From: Nathan McKenna.

To: Julianne Montgomery.

Subject: Working Late.

Julianne, I need you to work late with me tonight, possibly into the weekend. Please gather all the files on the Radcliffe account and meet me in my office at 6:00 pm.

Nate.

d.a.m.n it! For eight long months I've managed to steer clear of my boss, and I know I've been incredibly lucky that I haven't had to work alone with him after-hours, but we recently lost the other junior partner in our department, and that leaves just me and Nate.

Large, beastly b.u.t.terflies have taken up residence in my stomach.

Since that one night last summer, Nate and I have maintained a level of professionalism that I'm very proud of, despite the fact that whenever I see him I feel a pull of electricity that makes my thighs clench. I did invite him to double-date with Nat and I on the night of one of Nat's husband, Luke's movie premieres, but I managed to keep that night completely platonic.

It almost killed me.

Since then, it's been for the greater good of keeping a job that I enjoy that I steer clear of Mr. s.e.x-on-legs.