She was baiting him. Playing him.
Doing to him what he’d done to her.
He loved it!
“No. I don’t.”
She was bouncing harder, her back arched, her tits pushing closer into his hands, her palms on his thighs.
This angle, this depth, he felt... everything. Whatever she wanted to hand over to him, he was gladly accepting.
“Are you close?” she asked.
She was tiring. But she was building too.
He could see it in her eyes.
She wanted the relief as much as him.
“Fucking right there,” he snapped, his fingers pinching her nipples.
She shouted out and came all over him.
Her muscles squeezed, pulsed, grabbed and didn’t let go.
He followed her down that path of intoxication, then pulled her close and onto his chest, his lips to her hair.
His heart finally stopped racing and he thought she should know. “Natalie?”
“Yes,” she said, a sigh leaking out.
“You’re going to look like a hot mess when you leave my room.”
She went to push out of his arms as if she needed to rush to the bathroom, but he wasn’t letting her go.
Not now. Not later.
Maybe never.
She’d just have to catch up.
30
GETTING MORE INTENSE
“So I heard something interesting the other day.”
Natalie’s step halted, her body turning slightly to see Melody Frasier. A woman she’d gone to school with.
Melody was a cook in the kitchen with Grace. Her old classmate only left the island for two years of community college and her culinary education in Plymouth, then returned.
They never got along. Ever.
And when Natalie got her promotion, the rumors started that it only happened because of her last name and not her work ethic, education, or experience.
She was positive it started with the woman in front of her.
But she put a smile on her face just as she had in high school when Melody tried to push her buttons.
