He thrust his cock into her hot, wet sex, and groaned. She wrapped her legs around him, welcoming more of him inside her, her walls clenching him so hard—he didn’t know if the pulse came from them or his cock. Didn’t matter.
Growling, he slipped out halfway then rammed into her again, so deep that they both moaned in tandem. For the next minutes, the only sound was their ragged breaths, and the rhythm of the bed, each time he drove himself harder. He let his body do the work, and it was as if she had done the same—they both moved with each other, and he fucked her like he didn’t have to worry about hurting her. She took him, and demanded more like she was adjusted to his size, his length, and would never have enough.
When they came—together—he planted a kiss on her cheek, his heart about to spill out of his mouth.
This was right—here, with her. Like there was no place else to be.
7
Manuela sighed into her hot cup of coffee.
For the past week, ever since Nate had told her he was falling for her, her life had been great. They hadn’t told anyone at the office yet, choosing to enjoy the privacy of their relationship for a while before sharing the news with them.
She’d spent a lot of time with Nate, and to her shock Gustavo had even warmed up to him pretty quickly.
Thankfully, Clarice’s son had returned to California, and she had left the hospital a couple of days after her check-in, and was now feeling much better. She’d also thanked Manuela and Nate for their help, and told them she would indeed make an offer for the house she almost died in.
While most people would think of the experience as maybe traumatic or bad juju, Clarice said if that home had made such an impression on her, it was worth buying.
She walked back to her desk, to find the door to his office half-opened. She was about to check in, when she heard a woman’s voice. Her heart hammered in her chest—she recognized the cultured voice belonged to his ex, Megan.
Megan had visited him several times at work before.
When they’d been together.
What was she doing here now?
“You haven’t answered my texts, I just had to come and check for myself you were okay,” Megan said.
She put her coffee at her desk, then leaned behind the door, heat spreading across her cheeks like she had been caught even though she hadn’t. She shouldn’t eavesdrop, but she couldn’t help it. If there was a chance he’d go back to Megan or he’d lied to her about how he no longer loved his ex, she needed to know.
“As you can see, I’m fine,” he said, and she sensed his voice guarded, uncomfortable.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
“No.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Does that mean—”
“Megan, thanks for stopping by and caring. I don’t want to be an asshole, but we shouldn’t be talking anymore.”
“Why not? There’s no reason why we can’t be friends. Or are you afraid we’ll sleep together again, the same way we did a week after the breakup?”
Manuela’s stomach dropped to the floor, and nausea floated up her throat. She had no idea they’d slept together after the break-up, and somehow it tensed her nerves. Stiffened her back.
He hadn’t told Megan he was seeing anyone.
He’d hidden their relationship.
It was one thing to keep things secret in the office, but to do it for his ex, meant he either didn’t believe in them, or he didn’t want to tell Megan because he’d go back to her at some point. Maybe he’s just toying with me. The dark possibility cooled her bloodstream.
She’d been an idiot.
When she heard the clinking of high heels in her direction, she swiftly returned to her desk, and pretended to read something from her phone when Megan’s tall, slim figured zapped past her.
