Shared pleasure seemed to bloom from us, and his fingers dug into my bottom, urging me deeper onto him as I pushed and pulled from him, increasing the rub, the slide, the delicious friction between our bodies.
“You need more?” he asked, moving one hand to press his thumb on my clit. I couldn’t help but cry out, though I didn’t want to come again yet. I wanted to watch him dissolve underneath me.
I moved his hand to my breast. “I have everything I need,” I replied. “I like fucking you like this.”
“I like fucking you every way,” he replied, taking my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it. The sharp sensation verged on painful, but stayed just this side of pleasure.
“Jesus,” I cried out.
“Just trying to make you feel good.”
“You don’t need to try,” I replied. “I always feel good when I’m with you.”
He grunted and pushed his hips up, and something inside both of us snapped. It was as if the music had changed and the slow, comfortable rhythm wasn’t enough anymore. Nathan lifted me at the waist and turned us both over so I was kneeling over the sofa, my hands on the back, Nathan behind me. “Like this,” he said thrusting into me, hard and deep. “And this,” he said, one hand bracing himself on my shoulder, the other delving between my legs.
“I need to feel this,” he said, circling my clit before moving to my breasts. “And this.”
He set the rhythm—hard and relentless, but completely necessary.
“Look,” he said, pressing his cheek to mine as I turned my head and saw our reflection again. “Look how great your breasts look in my hands. Watch how our bodies fit as if they were made for each other. See how you sink down on me as I drive up into you, like you just can’t get enough.”
I groaned as I watched us, as I felt everything he described.
“We’re perfect together,” he said.
He was right. Nothing ever had felt this good. And nothing could make me walk away from what we had. I wanted to stay like this forever. Together. With Nathan.
Twenty-Three
Nathan
Bloody hell she looked good sitting at my breakfast bar.
“Hit me with it, Cove, what do you have for breakfast?” she asked. “I need something so good it makes up for the fact I only got about thirty minutes sleep last night.”
“Didn’t all the orgasms already make up for that?” I asked as I poured out two cups of coffee.
She tilted her head. “Only partly. I’m going to need something to sustain me while you’re not naked and inside me.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, so let me order something and while we wait, I can talk to you about Audrey.”
She drew her brows together and sat back in her chair. “You don’t need to explain. I meant what I said, Nathan. I trust you.”
God, she was beautiful. Her hair was piled on top of her head, though some unruly bits had escaped and framed her face like some kind of Greek goddess. She didn’t have a scrap of makeup on, but her cheeks were flushed and her soft lips were so deliciously berry red that I wanted to sink my teeth into them.
“I actually want to tell you. And I have Audrey’s permission, although she needs you to sign this.” I pulled out an NDA from my drawer that I’d had my lawyer send over last night.
“Audrey’s permission?” she asked, and looked at the document. “This is a non-disclosure agreement.”
“Not my idea. Not my private information. This is about Audrey. I think you might be able to help her.”
She signed the agreement without reading it and pushed it toward me.
I took a deep breath and exhaled. I had Audrey’s permission to tell her story to Madison, but I didn’t know where to start.
“As you know, Audrey’s married to Mark Alpern,” I said.
Madison shot me a look like I’d just told her she’d get wet if she stood out in the rain. That look didn’t last long as I gave her all the details of how Audrey had discovered that Mark was operating a huge Ponzi scheme, and how I’d come back to London because Audrey had been presented with her immunity agreement and was having concerns.
“How much has he stolen?” she asked.
“It’s difficult to say because he’s likely hidden a lot in offshore accounts. The police think he has an escape plan. He’d go somewhere like the Dominican Republic or the Middle East, but he’d need plenty to live on. And Mark likes to live well.”
“And you don’t think Audrey knew anything about it?” she asked.
“I know she didn’t. I’ve known her a long time. I was the first person she came to when she got suspicious. I’ve coached her through looking for more evidence—”
“Why would you do that?”