Fight with Me (With Me in Seattle 2)

“Why haven’t you ever said anything?”

“What am I going to say?  ‘Carly doesn’t play nice and I don’t like her’?  It’s not that serious, I’ve dealt with morons like her my whole life.”  I shake my head at him.

His eyes narrow and he cups my cheek in his palm.  “She’s jealous of you.”

“I don’t see why.”  I kiss his palm and lean my cheek into him.  “She doesn’t know about us, obviously, and she has the same job I do."

“You’re gorgeous and intelligent and she knows that you out-class her.  You’ll move up in our company far more quickly than she will.  And she knows it.”  He brushes his thumb along my lower lip and I pucker my lips and kiss it.

“Well, it’ll be interesting to see how long she keeps this story up.”

“Julianne, if she says anything like that again you have to tell me.  If she were to spread this rumor around the office, it would mean an investigation into me, and while I know that they wouldn’t find any fault on my part, it’s unnecessary drama.”

“I want to kick her carrot-top ass.”

“Now that I would like to see.” Nate laughs and I smack him on the shoulder.

“You’re a perv.”

“I’m a guy, babe.”

“So,” I straddle his lap and tangle my fingers in his soft, thick hair.  His hands glide up my legs to cup my ass.  “You want to see other women naked, huh?”

“I didn’t say that.  I said I wanted to see you kick her ass.  If you both happened to be naked, who am I to complain?”

I chuckle against his lips and nibble the side of his mouth.  He grips my hips and pulls my pelvis more tightly against his, and I can feel his erection through his jeans.

“I want you,” I murmur.  Nate growls and suddenly I’m on my back on the couch and he’s hovering over me.

“I never stop wanting you,” he responds.  He pulls me up long enough to pull his shirt over my head and trails wet kisses down my throat to my breasts.

God, his lips are magical.

He pulls and tugs on my nipples, with both his lips and his fingers, and I’m writhing beneath him.  I comb my fingers through his hair and hold on as he moves farther south, nibbles at my belly button, and nudges my legs farther apart with his shoulders.  He rips my panties off and throws them on the floor.

Oh. My. God.

“You have the prettiest pink pussy, baby.”  He licks my core, from my anus to my clit and my back bows up off the couch.

“Fuck!”

“Easy.”  He cups my ass in his hands and tilts my pelvis up toward his handsome face.  He places a sweet, chaste kiss on my clit and another on my labia, and then he begins kissing me more deeply, swirling his tongue inside me, gently sucking me.

It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever felt.

“Oh, God, Nate.”  I’m still gripping his hair in my fingers.  He moves his mouth up to my clit and just pushes the flat of his tongue against it as he inserts two fingers inside me and pushes down gently.  “Holy fucking shit.”

I feel him chuckle against me and I’m completely lost to the sensation between my legs.  A thin coat of sweat covers my skin and I convulse as the orgasm tears through me, leaving me wrecked.

Nate flips me effortlessly onto my stomach and pulls back on my hips, raising my ass in the air.  He slaps me, gently, as he guides his thick, hard cock inside me and I cry out with shock.

He fucking spanked me!

I hope he does it again.

He has a tight grip on my hips as he slams into me, hard, over and over again.

“God, I love how tight you are,” he growls and continues the steady, punishing rhythm.  He’s so deep inside me, and the apa is pushing against that most sensitive spot and I know this orgasm is going to consume me.

“Oh, baby,” I feel my muscles tighten around him.  He lifts my torso, his hands on my breasts, and buries his face in my neck, kissing me.

“Ride me, baby.”

I move up and down, my hips countering his movements, and it pushes me over.  I grind down on him as I’m overwhelmed by my intense climax, and he cries out as he convulses and finds his own release.

“Did I hurt you?” He pulls out of me and turns me around in his arms, cradling me close, pushing my hair off my face.

“No, why?” We’re both still panting.

“I hit you.”  His gray eyes are wide and regretful, and if I didn’t love him before, I would have fallen, just then.

“You spanked me, honey.  There’s a difference.”

“I’m sorry, I was caught up in the moment.  I know I’m strong. I could hurt you.”

“Hey,” I take his face in my hands and kiss him, soothing him.  “You didn’t hurt me.  It was fucking hot.”

“It was?”

“Oh yeah.  Spank me any time, hot stuff.”

“Really?”

“Yes, please.”  I nibble his lips and smile at him, loving the way he’s running his hands up and down my back.

He places a kiss on my forehead and takes a deep breath.  “I love you, Julianne.”

Chapter Nineteen

“You bought Olivia Christian Louboutin shoes?” Natalie asks incredulously.  It’s Friday evening and Nate and I are at Luke and Natalie’s place for dinner.  The rest of our work week was way too busy to manage a trip to the hospital, so Luke called and invited us over for the evening.

Nate and Luke are in the kitchen, cooking up something that smells delicious, and Natalie and I are settled on the couch with the baby, watching our men.

“Of course.” I shrug like it’s no big deal, but I can’t stop the huge grin that comes when I look at the tiny red-soled leopard print shoes.  “They’ll fit her in a few months.”

“Yeah, for about a week.  Jules, these are too expensive for her to wear for such a short time.”

“But you can’t stop looking at them, can you?  Natalie, with you as her mom, and me as her aunt, this baby is going to love shoes.”

“God help me,” I hear Luke mutter in the kitchen and I laugh.

“Just give into it, man.” Nate mutters back to him and I am so taken back by these two incredibly sexy men moving effortlessly about the kitchen.

“Men cooking is sexy,” I whisper to Natalie and she grins.