I don’t know how many times I’ve sat in a meeting, watching these beautiful, large hands, and now they’re on me. He doesn’t turn the lights on, so I can’t see him anymore, but oh, those hands. He carries me into his bedroom, and I’m suddenly standing before him, and we are a tangle of arms and greedy hands, pulling and grasping clothes, flinging them haphazardly about the room. “I need you naked, now.” He picks me up, hands still braced on my ass, and I wrap myself around him. “Do you know how beautiful you are, Julianne,” he murmurs. His gray eyes are burning as he rocks his pelvis against mine. It falls just above his shoulders, framing that impossibly handsome face of his that makes my insides quiver and my mouth go dry every time he looks at me.īut he’s never looked at me the way he is right now, in the semi-dark hallway, in the middle of his apartment, just outside his bedroom. I’ve never seen his hair down before he always ties it back at the nape of his neck, and it’s so sexy. I pull the hair-tie out of his thick, inky black hair and run my hands through it, holding on to him. My back hits the wall with a light thud, and Nate’s face is buried in my throat, his hands on my ass, skirt hiked up around my waist, pulling me up so he can cradle his still-covered erection in the apex of my thighs.
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