With Me In Seattle: Fight With Me Part 8

f.u.c.k that!

"For f.u.c.k's sake, Jules, stop." He pulls me up into his arms and kisses me voraciously. I can taste me and him on our lips and I groan.

"In me. Now." I murmur and he pivots so I'm now against the fridge and he lifts me, his hands cupping my a.s.s, and pushes swiftly into me.

"Oh G.o.d, baby," His face is buried in my neck and I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

"Yes," I whisper.

He sets a fast, punis.h.i.+ng rhythm, rocking in and out of me, and I know this won't last long. My muscles tense and clench around him and my legs grip him more tightly to me and I bear down, coming again, gripping onto his shoulders for support. He slams into me, hard, twice more and then tenses and I feel him erupt inside me.

"f.u.c.k," he whispers and rests his forehead on mine.

"Wow," I respond.

"Jesus, you have an incredible mouth." He's still panting, and I run my fingers through his hair and offer him a Ches.h.i.+re cat smile.

"So do you, ace. You make me crazy."

Chapter Eight.

"Are you sure you have to go home?" Nate asks as he leans against the doorway of the spare bedroom, watching me pack my bag. I wrap my pink Louboutins in tissue and place them in the suitcase.

"Yeah, I do. I have laundry to do and I need to get ready for my work week." I smile over at him and am caught off guard at how gorgeous he is. I'm still getting used to seeing him dressed casually. He's in a soft gray t-s.h.i.+rt, showing off his muscular biceps where they cross over his impressive chest. G.o.d, I love that tattoo on his right arm. His faded blue jeans hang low on his hips. He's barefoot and his hair is loose.

I catch his gaze and a slow, s.e.xy smile spreads across those beautiful lips. He knows I appreciate what I see.

Boy, do I.

"When will I see you again?" he asks.

"In about twelve hours, ace." I smirk as I add the last of my things to my suitcase and zip it up.

"You know what I mean, smart a.s.s."

"Dinner tomorrow night?" I ask.

"I have that business meeting late tomorrow." He runs his hand through his hair with a scowl. "Do you have plans for your birthday?"

My gaze shoots back up to his in surprise, my eyes are wide. "How do you know when my birthday is?"

"Jules, we work in the same office. A birthday card circulated around for you last week. Not to mention, I have access to your personnel file."

"Well, that's just... creepy."

"Birthday cards are creepy?" His silver-gray eyes are laughing at me and I can't help but giggle.

"No, you reading my personnel file is creepy."

"I love your laugh."

"Don't try to sweet talk your way out of this, ace." I plant my hands on my hips and try my best to look stern. Nate pushes away from the door and saunters to where I stand by his spare bed. He takes my face in his big hands and tenderly kisses my forehead.

"I just wanted to know more about you, Julianne."

Oh.

"So do you have plans for your birthday?" he asks again.

"No."

"Good. I'd like to be with you for your birthday." I rest my hands on his jean-clad hips and lean my forehead on his sternum. His hands glide back against my cheeks and into my hair, and we stand like this for a long moment, neither of us wanting me to go.

"I would enjoy that. Thank you." I murmur.

I feel him grin against the top of my head and I straighten to look up at him. "Would you like to come to my place Tuesday night for my birthday? We can just stay in, watch a movie, or whatever."

He frowns and brushes his thumb across my lower lip, sending electricity through me. "You just want to stay in?"

"Yes. I just want to spend it with you. I don't need anything else."

Nate leans down and kisses my lips softly, then rests his forehead on my own. "If that's what you want, baby, that's fine with me. I'll bring dinner with me."

I grin up at him. "Okay."

"Are you sure you have to go?" he asks again while brus.h.i.+ng his fingers through my messy hair.

"I'm sure. But I'll see you in the morning." He frowns and looks down at my lips, then back up into my eyes. My breath catches at the vulnerability I see there. "What is it?"

"Work's just going to be different tomorrow. Thank you for giving me this weekend, Julianne. I've wanted it for a long time. I don't think I want it to end." I run my fingers down his stubbled cheek.

"Thank you, Nate. For everything. I had a great time."

I step closer to him, wrapping my arms around his torso and rest my belly against his pelvis. I have to lean my head back to look up into his sober face. He continues to hold my head in those amazing hands, his fingers threaded in my hair. He stares into my eyes for a long time, a wide array of emotions pa.s.sing over his face, and I'm mesmerized by him.

Finally, I lean in and kiss his chest again and rest my cheek against him, hugging him tight. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and rocks me back and forth, kissing the crown of my head and breathing me in.

"Drive safely on your way home," he murmurs, making me smile.

"I will." I pull away and reach out to grab my suitcase, but Nate waves me aside and lifts it himself. He takes my hand in his empty one and we walk through the apartment and down to my car. He stows my bag in the back seat and kisses me chastely.

"Call me when you get home."

"Okay. See you tomorrow, ace." I flash him a sa.s.sy smile, start my little car, and wave as I pull away.

Traffic is light on this Sunday evening, so it doesn't take me long to get home. I unpack my suitcase and start a load of laundry and then grab my phone out of my handbag.

There is a text waiting for me.

I had a great time this weekend.

I grin and respond.

Me too.

After a few moments, he responds.

Are you home?

Yes. Home safe. Laundry in. What are you doing? I walk into the kitchen and grab an apple and a bottle of water and settle on the couch, flipping on the TV to watch one of my reality TV shows.

Just working for a bit.

I smile as I picture him sitting at his desk, all s.e.xy in his t-s.h.i.+rt and jeans. I'd love to distract him while he works. Yes, that makes the to-do list for the not too distant future.

You work too much. I send the text and watch in fascination as a fight breaks out on my TV between two annoying housewives. I don't know why I watch this s.h.i.+t. I'd never admit it anyone, and the only reason Natalie knows about my housewives addiction is because she shares it with me.

We will take this secret to our graves.

My phone chirps. I wouldn't be working if you were still here.

I grin. No? What would you be doing if I were there?

He response almost immediately. Kissing every inch of your amazing body.

Oh my. My face splits into a wide smile and I curl my feet up under me, as I settle in for some s.e.xting with my man.

Only if I can return the favor. I would love to trace your tattoos with my mouth.

I love to trace your p.u.s.s.y with my mouth.

Holy f.u.c.k!

Mmm... you're good with your mouth, ace.

The housewives are still screaming at each other on the TV, so I mute it. My phone chirps.

Come back here, and I'll show you just how good with my mouth I can be.

Oh, I'm so, so tempted.

I thought you had work to do?

You are always more important than work, baby.

d.a.m.n, he can be so sweet.

I don't really want to sleep without him, with or without the s.e.x, but I need a little distance. This is so new. I don't want him to burn out on me. And I have to get my head on straight for work tomorrow.

Ditto. I reply. And then: Heading to bed early to recover from the amazing s.e.x this weekend, and to dream of you. Will see you in the morning.

Goodnight, beautiful. Sleep well.

But I don't. I toss and turn most of the night, wis.h.i.+ng I were with Nate.

f.u.c.k, I have it bad.

It's Monday morning. My long five mile run this morning before work did nothing to calm my nerves of going back to work after my amazing weekend with Nate.

I fire up my computer and while it wakes up, I go in search of coffee to try to wake myself up too. I walk into the employee lounge and standing by the coffee makers, pouring himself a cup, is none other than Nate. Fire surges through me, and it's a shock to see him back in his sharp business suit, hair pulled back, looking all professional and... hot.

I'm thankful that his back is to me so I have a moment to paste on a neutral look on my face and approach him as I would have seventy-two hours ago.

"Good morning," I say, proud of myself for maintaining a pleasant, normal tone. Nate turns to look at me, and there is a moment of heat in those gray eyes and then they go cold. He stirs his coffee, throws away the tiny red and white straws and nods at me, not meeting my eyes.

"Julianne."

And with that, he turns on his heel and walks to his office.

I face the coffee, my back to the room, and close my eyes tightly. Okay, that hurt. I know I have to get used to it. Nothing can change for us here. But seeing the chill in his eyes, knowing I can't touch him... f.u.c.k.

I pour my coffee and head back to my own office to find an email from Nate waiting for me, asking me to compile some data on an account and s.h.i.+p it back to him asap.

Then I pull my phone out of my handbag to check for any messages and there is a text, from Nate, received two minutes ago.

Good morning. You look amazing in that black dress. I wanted to f.u.c.k you in the break room, but I think that would be frowned upon.

Oh my G.o.d! I giggle and my hurt feelings magically disappear.

You look delicious this morning. Almost forgot how hot you are in your suits. Of course, you're hot out of your suits too, ace.

I missed you last night.

I sigh at this last text.

Missed you too. Did you sleep okay?

I bring up the internet on my computer to start the work Nate requested when my phone chirps.

No.