Taming the VIP Playboy

Dammit. Did he really love her? He was trying so hard to keep her at arm’s length. Sure he said it was to keep her from getting hurt, but he knew he was also trying to protect himself.

He hadn’t the first idea of how to love a woman other than like this. Reaching between her legs he tested her passion and found her wet and wanting. He pulled her down on his rock-hard length. She tipped her head back and moaned loud and long.

He felt his spine tingle with the need for release but he held it off, wanting her to come first. He found her most sensitive spot and stroked it until he felt her inner muscles tightening around his shaft.

“Nate…”

He kept touching her and thrusting in and out of her body. She grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails into him as another orgasm rocked through her. This time he wanted to come with her and he pulled her down closer to him.

He felt her hot breath against his neck and her velvet perfection around him as he jetted his orgasm deep inside of her. He came long and hard, calling her name and holding her tightly to him.

He held her like that until they both started to drift to sleep and still that wasn't enough. He woke her in the night and made love to her again. And in the morning when he dropped her off at her house and drove away, he knew he was going to have to figure out either how to live with his fear of commitment or live without her.

Thirteen

Jen didn’t realize that Nate hadn’t told her he loved her until two days later when she noticed that he was avoiding her. She hadn’t seen him since that night on the yacht and to be honest, she was worried about that. He’d made passionate love to her and she’d thought…well, he had a hard time with commitment, so maybe that had been his way of showing her how he felt. Instead, she thought it had been his way of keeping her busy until he could get her off his yacht and out of his life.

She had a troupe of local dancers that were working today on the country routine they’d be doing on stage with Ty and Janna. The group was good and she saw some real talent in the bunch. And two of the dancers had that hungry look in their eyes that she remembered from when she was younger. Of course, she’d never wanted to do this kind of dancing but now she wondered why she hadn’t. The choreography was fun and she really enjoyed it.

“Let’s take it from the top.”

She cued up the music and then called out the rhythm to the dancers. She sat in the front of the room watching everyone carefully and looking for mistakes but her mind wasn’t on the dancers, it was on Nate. Carlos had been a fling so when things had ended between the two of them, it had been expected. But with Nate…she’d invested more of herself.

That hadn’t been her plan but it had happened just the same, and she had no idea how she was going to move on from this. She knew she couldn’t just let him drift out of her life. If he wanted things to be over, then she was going to confront him and find out for sure. She needed Nate. She loved Nate and she wasn’t going to give up without a fight.

She hit the stop button on the music. “Back row, I need to see more passion from you. Let’s start again with the back row in the front. No matter where you are on stage I want you to be one hundred percent engaged. If you can’t be, then I will find another dancer to take your place.”

The dancers went through the routine again and Jen started to see them come alive in the dance. The same way she knew she’d come alive with Nate. When the session ended and she dismissed everyone, she glanced up to see Cam standing in the doorway.

“Do you have a minute?”

“Yes. What’s up?”

She wondered if he was here to fire her. If Nate had sent his big brother to get rid of her she was going to hunt him down and give him a piece of her mind.

“I’m in an awkward position.”

She felt tears sting the back of her eyes. “Just say it. I think I know what’s coming.”

Cam walked farther into the room. “I doubt it. Do you know Russell Holloway?”

“The New Zealand billionaire? No, I really don’t run in those circles.”

“He wants your number,” Cam said.

“I’m not interested in any man but Nate. You can tell him thanks, but no thanks.”

“Not for dating you,” Cam said. “He wants to hire you. Are you okay?”

She felt stupid when he said that. What had she been thinking? This situation with Nate was making her paranoid. “I’m tired.”

“You have been working nonstop on the tenth anniversary celebration and I’m really happy with that, but don’t kill yourself for the club.”

“I’m not going to. Why do you think Russell Holloway wants to hire me?” she asked.