But when my insistent phone rings a third time, we reluctantly pull apart.
“Is your friend always so relentless?” Nathan inquires with a deep scowl.
I jump down from the bed, seemingly unbothered by my nudity and his seed dripping out of me. “Sometimes. Does that bother you?”
Sitting against the headboard, he crosses his corded arms behind his head. He looks mouth-wateringly hot with his biceps bulging like a model posing for a nude photoshoot.
He’s every sculptor and painter’s perfect muse.
“I don’t like sharing you, including your time. Especially when I have you all to myself,” he says possessively. “You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to get rid of all your other clients, so I had all your attention.”
“That’s just… you sound unhinged.”
“Thinking of running away?”
I soften immediately. “No.”
“Good.”
“I might have plotted to get your assistant fired after she stared at you too long, so I guess I’m unhinged too.”
He stills for a second before he throws his head back and laughs. The sound is rich, throaty, and carefree. The first time I’ve heard it, which makes me feel proud and elated.
“You’re so mine, Ari,” he rasps, then casually drawls, “I’ll be a clingy boyfriend. I’m warning you now.”
My heart thuds against my ribs, my mind plays the word ‘boyfriend’ like a broken record. I stare wide-eyed at Nathan, repeating, “Boyfriend?”
“Boyfriend. Partner. Future husband. Future baby daddy. Your man.” He shrugs. “Whichever you prefer.”
I’m grinning like a fool. My joy is contagious. “When you go all in, you go all in, huh?”
“You tell me, angel.” His dirty gaze falling to my sex. “I can go deeper if you’d like, but you won’t be able to walk straight after.”
I flush scarlet from head to toe. I’m barely able to stand now. Yet if he asked to fuck me a third time, I wouldn’t say no.
My phone’s ringtone echoes, startling me.
“Go before she files a missing person report for you,” he sighs. “Then get your sexy ass back to bed.”
“It was my first date in years, she’s probably-Oh crap!”
Nathan tenses in concern. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s the babysitter, not Anaya calling me.” I spin on my heels and dash out of the bedroom, explaining over my shoulder. “She’s looking after Pihu!”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I completely forgot.
Nathan and his mind-blowing orgasms.
Finding my purse on the floor in the hallway, I dig out my phone and curse at the missed calls and several messages. I dial back, hoping she’s still at my place. I was supposed to be back home an hour ago.
The heat of Nathan’s body warms my back as he presses against me. I lean against him just as the sitter picks up. “Sakshi! Is everything okay? I’m sorry I didn’t answer the calls sooner. “
“Oh yeah, Pihu is fine and sleeping,” she replies. “When will you be back? I needed to get home as I have an exam tomorrow.”
“I’m on my way. Can you wait for me?”
