ChapterEight
HOLLY
There really must be such a thing as the yin and the yang.
Karma.
Balance.
Like every bad deed is somehow matched by a good. Because the worst day of my entire life has somehow morphed into the best night of my entire life.
Unless I’m dreaming.
In which case, I never want to wake up.
Ever.
Nate Jackson’s hand is skimming over my skin in a way that has me squirting. Too much info? Sorry, not sorry. My poker hard nipples are shamelessly begging him to touch them.
Firm lips part mine wider, that rough stubble scratching so deliciously against my jawline. I can only imagine what it would feel like between my thighs.
Nate’s hands slide downwards, but not to where I need them. Hot palms skirt either side of my breasts before sliding downwards and settling on my waist. Disappointment sears through me for a split second, right until he tightens his grip and tugs me onto his lap as if I weigh two stone instead of almost ten.
I am straddling Nate Fucking Jackson.
Nate Jackson’s rock-hard action man cock is beneath me and I have no underwear on.
How is this my life?
Actually, it’s not my life, it’s justone nightin my life, and I’d do well to remember it. Nate’s probably done this a million times before.
I’m under no illusion I’m special.
His mouth moves back from mine enough for him to ask, ‘Is this okay?’
It’s more than fucking okay. And it’s nowhere near okay. Because it’s not enough.
I’ve never had a one-night stand in my entire life.
Never.
My super-religious mother firmly instilled in me at a very impressionable age that girls who put out on the first date don’t get asked out again.
But this is not a date.
It’s some mad twist of fate.
One crazy random night, which will never be repeated. A gift from the universe. I’d be a fool to let it pass by. It’s like winning the trip of a lifetime, but instead of riding a plane to some exotic beach destination, I’m riding Nate Jackson’s cock all the way to heaven.
If he wants me, there’s no way I’m going to turn him down. But I’m not going to throw myself at him either. I do have some self-respect, despite what that fucking video portrays.
Every muscle in my body tenses at the memory.
My boobs have gone viral.
The shame.
Nate mistakes my tension for apprehension and pulls back another inch. ‘Sorry, I got carried away. I shouldn’t have yanked you on top of me like that…’
