Your Alluring Love (The Bennett Family 6)

Instantly Nate drops his hand and I take over, stroking him with long and measured moves, dipping my head to swipe my tongue across his crown in between. His breath becomes increasingly shallower, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession. When I take his balls in one hand, licking him from the base right to the tip, he lets out a loud, almost primal grunt that vibrates through me.

“Alice! I need to be inside you. Right now.”

I decide to tease him some more, right until he grips my hair, his fingers pressing on my scalp, showing me how desperate he is. The next seconds are a blur in which Nate pulls out of me, then hooks a muscle-laced arm around my stomach, flipping me on my back. His pupils are dark and dilated, desire glinting in them as his gaze rakes over me, searching.

“Take whatever you need, Nate. I’m yours.”

He climbs over me, pushing my thighs together and placing his on the outside, caging them in. When he finally slides inside me, the sensation is new and powerful: tighter and somehow more intimate. My hands are at the side of my head, palms up, and Nate interlaces his fingers with mine as he begins to move inside me, slowly and lovingly.

“I love being inside you. It’s all I need,” he murmurs. “All I’ll ever need.”

His strokes become more desperate, and when he pulls out, flipping me on my stomach before grasping my hips and pulling me up on all fours, I don’t complain. I relish this display of control and desperate need. He slams against me passionately and relentlessly, and I move in his rhythm, desperate for release myself. When I feel him grow inside me, his nails digging into my hips, my orgasm unfurls, traveling through me like a shock wave. It’s sweet, electrifying, and all-consuming.

When we’re both spent, I collapse on the bed on my stomach, feeling Nate’s chest on my back, his warm breath in my ear.

“My Alice.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Nate

“Guest of honor, huh?” Clara exclaims, inspecting my invitation next Friday morning. There will be a gala tonight, and everyone working at the San Francisco branch is invited. Horowitz told me about it days ago but forgot to mention that I’m a guest of honor. I only found out when the invitation was delivered.

“Yeah, which means I have a speech to write.” Which is why I’m sitting at my desk at the studio, staring at a blank document on my laptop instead of doing my job. The only good part about being a guest of honor is that I can invite one person to join me. Alice was ecstatic about it.

“And no time for it.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

“Well, this day can’t get any crazier.” As Horowitz’s laughter resounds through the open door of my office, Clara jerks her head back. “I spoke too soon. What is he doing here?”

“No idea.” Horowitz doesn’t come down to the studios unless shit hits the fan.

Seconds later, the man himself steps inside, holding a stack of papers in his hands. “Hello, Clara. Can you give me a few minutes with Nate?”

“Sure.”

She casts a worried glance my way before leaving. The moment the door closes behind her, Horowitz places the stack of papers on my desk, then claps his hands.

“Abbott quit. The London team is desperate for you to take over the job. Here’s the contract. They want you to start right away.”

***

Alice

The gala is in full swing by the time I arrive. I’m glad I took the extra time to let Pippa do my hair and makeup because I would’ve stuck out like a sore thumb if I had taken my usual low-maintenance approach. As it is, my fancy hairdo with the bright red flower that matches the red shoes do make me stand out, but in all the right ways. The venue is clearly old luxury with high ceilings and low-hanging crystal chandeliers. Round tables with exquisite tablecloths are scattered throughout the room. The centerpiece is the stage at the back for speeches.

With careful steps, I wander around, looking for Nate. The venue is packed with men wearing suits, which makes it even more difficult to identify my man.

Yeah, I’m going to repeat that a few more times in my mind because it sounds too good. My man.

“Well, well, if I don’t have the honor to be the date of the most beautiful woman around,” Nate says from behind me.

I swirl around, grinning from ear to ear. “I was desperately trying to find you, but with so many suits….”

“You, on the other hand, are very easy to notice. And very beautiful. You—”

“Nate, the man of the hour,” one such suit exclaims, stepping right between us and shaking Nate’s hand. “Congratulations on the London offer. Horowitz told me this morning, right after he brought you the contract. I knew Abbott wouldn’t last a year. Bastard gave up less than three months into the job. You’ll do great.”