Our Way

This is so…

My eyes are trying so hard to roll back in my head as my chest rises and falls. I struggle for air, and I grip the table with white-knuckle force.

The egg pulses harder and harder, and my behind is contracting along with it.

I need to get to the bathroom. I can’t come here in front of Nathan’s friend.

Oh, hell.

Nathan is a bad, bad man.

My eyes widen as I drop my head. Will I make it to the bathroom?

Nathan smiles as he watches me. He’s loving this, the bastard.

“Yes, sounds good. Breakfast. The four of us,” Cameron says. “Lovely to meet you, Eliza. See you both tomorrow.”

I give him a flustered wave, and Nathan falls back into the seat beside me. “Sorry about that.” He leans over and kisses me. I grab the back of his head.

“Are you doing this?” I wheeze.

He smiles playfully. “You mean this?” He fumbles around in his pocket, and the egg begins to vibrate, hard, drilling me there.

I struggle to keep my legs closed. “Oh, God,” I breathe.

Nathan kisses me. His teeth catch my bottom lip as my sex contracts. “You like that, baby?”

“Take me home,” I whisper as the room begins to spin out of control. “Take me home. Take me home. Take me home,” I chant.

He pulls me closer for a kiss and I can’t hold it for a second longer. I shudder as I come hard. Nathan smiles against my lips and kisses me through it. My heart is beating hard and fast in my chest.

What the hell? I just had an orgasm… in public.

“You’re completely insane.” I tip my head back and smile at the ceiling in disbelief.

Holy shit, Nathan Mercer is everything I never knew I needed, and then some.

I’m marrying this man. What the hell? I can hardly believe it.

The reality of us and our messed up, beautiful story blows my mind, and I laugh out loud as I hold up my hand. “Do you want to see my ring again?” I ask.

“No, Eliza.” He smirks and picks up his drink. “I don’t.”

We crash through the door at midnight, our lips are locked. We’ve reached a new level of desperation.

Nathan has had me on the precipice of orgasm all night, and I’m quite sure that his new favorite toy is that remote control. He’s teased me, we’ve danced and laughed, and he got me talking a new level of dirty as I felt his rock-hard dick through his jeans. God almighty, I am good to go. I want something that only he can give me.

“Now,” I beg against his lips. “Now, Nathan.” I’m so aroused that I’ve lost all control. “Fucking give it to me.”

He inhales sharply and pulls me into the bedroom. He stands me at the foot of the bed, and he turns to me with seductive eyes.

He reaches up under my dress, removes my panties, and he lifts my foot to rest on the bed. He then slowly takes out the egg, and my body contracts with disappointment. I like that little thing.

Maybe I have a new favorite toy, too.

His hand moves to the butt plug, and he twists it as his eyes hold mine.

My chest rises and falls. “I need this, Nathe, I need this,” I whimper.