Reciprocity Page 9

Time to flirt.

To: Nathan Thorne

From: Delilah Palmer

Date: 2/4/2014 9:56 am

Subject: RE: Are you sure?

And how would you force me to relax?

To: Delilah Palmer

From: Nathan Thorne

Date: 2/4/2014 10:01 am

Subject: RE: Are you sure?

Are you asking me to spell out in detail and dirty words the ways I would make you come over and over again until your body feels like Jell-O and you can’t walk?

Fuck!

To: Nathan Thorne

From: Delilah Palmer

Date: 2/4/2014 10:02 am

Subject: RE: Are you sure?

Promises, promises. Where’s the proof?

I bit my lip and sat back in my seat, staring at the screen, waiting for his response. Nathan was the exact distraction I needed. Only he could make it all go away.

To: Delilah Palmer

From: Nathan Thorne

Date: 2/4/2014 10:04 am

Subject: RE: Are you sure?

Conference room, 6th floor. NOW!

I sat up straight and quickly locked my computer. “Hey, Owen, I’m going to go get some coffee.”

He looked at me, then down at my desk and back up. “Uh-huh. Have fun. If anyone comes looking for you, I’ll tell them you’re in the bathroom.” I gaped at him. He shook his head and gave a little smile. “I’m not stupid. You’ve been distracted the last hour, and you have a full cup of coffee sitting on your desk.”

I looked down and cursed under my breath at the untouched mug. Heat flooded my face, and I tried to find some response.

“Go on. Don’t want him to wait, do you?”

I shook my head and stood to walk out the door. The cubes were bustling with chatter as I made my way past. Each step drew me closer to my goal, making my pu**y twitch in anticipation.

I was in desperate need for him to take it all away.

My foot tapped as I waited for the elevator, half expecting Nathan to be waiting with me, but he wasn’t. When I got off on the sixth floor, I meandered through the mostly empty cubes. The sixth floor was a recent addition to Holloway and Holloway, and not many employees were currently working on it. All that made it perfect for a midday romp.

I turned the handle and stepped in, closing the door behind me. I wasn’t able to turn around when he grabbed me by the waist, his hand clamping down over my mouth.

“Shhh,” he whispered in my ear. His hips rocked against me, pushing his c**k against my ass as I leaned into him. My desperation rose.

He let go of me and I turned around, latching my arms around his neck and bringing him down for a kiss. It took him a second to respond—the surprise was evident in his eyes. He was grabbing and groping, drawing up the hem of my dress with his fingers.

I reached between us, popped the button on his pants, and lowered the zipper, then reached in the opening and pulled his hard c**k out. He drew in a shuddered breath, his eyes fluttering as I pumped up and down his length.

“Fuck, baby.” He gritted his teeth and picked me up, setting me down on the conference table a few feet away. He pushed my panties aside and slapped the head of his c**k against my clit. “Something you want?”

“Please!” I was needy, desperate for our connection. He ran the length of his c**k against my pu**y, pushing the tip in, then out, torturing me. “Nate, please.” I was a whimpering mess.

He pulled on the back of my neck and smashed his lips to mine, then lined up and thrust in. My eyes rolled back in my head, shivers running through my skin as flames licked the inside. I groaned against him.

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he whispered.

His hips rocked, pulling out and pushing back in until he was all the way in. For a minute he sat like that, as close as we could be. The tension started to leave me—the world was coming back into focus. One hand still held my neck while the other gripped tight on my ass as he moved in a slow, steady rhythm.

My hips moved against him, a plea for more. Harder. Faster. Everything.

His hand on my neck moved away, sliding down my back, and I grabbed tight on his shoulders. When he reached my other ass cheek, I knew the message was received. His eyes met mine, desire and lust clouding them and sending another shiver through me.

He kissed down my jaw to my neck as he pulled out, then slammed back in. I drew in a hard breath of surprise and bit back a moan. My nails dug into his shirt, wishing it was skin to pierce, driving him as the pounding picked up.

He leaned back and used the leverage on my body to pull and push me like a ragdoll with each of his thrusts. It was what I asked for, what I needed. Each thrust fanned the fire, whiting out everything around me. I was gasping for breath, muscles coiled tight, on the edge of falling.

It wasn’t enough.

I let out a strangled, muffled sob. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine.

“Come for me, baby.” He trailed kisses down to my neck, then turned them into tiny bites.

His teeth sunk into my shoulder right as his c**k slammed in. I crumbled, shaking in his arms as I came, his body rocking with mine. He was still latched onto my neck, marking me, as he tensed and shuddered.

I stayed curled in his arms, my legs holding him securely to me. Once we were breathing steadier, he leaned back and looked me in the eyes.

He brushed away a strand of my hair with his fingers. “What was this really about, Honeybear?”

My brow scrunched, and I looked at his chest. “It was about the wedding, but it was also about the—”

“Deposition?” I nodded and snuggled into his neck. He ran soothing strokes up and down my back. “I won’t lie to you—tomorrow is going to suck, and in the worst way possible. The wedding is going to be easy compared to the trial and all the shit that goes along with it, but you know what?” I shook my head in the crook of his neck. His voice softened. “At the end of it all, you and I will be together, husband and wife, and that piece of shit will be locked up. It’s not going to be pretty, but it will be worth it in the end. I promise.”

I wanted to believe him, and I hoped he was right. Could it really be my first step to ending my nightmares?

I was drained. My mental state was affecting my physical state as I stumbled out of a conference room at the prosecutor’s office. It felt like my limbs were filled with lead, all the while my brain was drifting in the waves of the ocean.

Giving my deposition had been harder than I thought, and I was wrecked. Nathan wasn’t there to help as he was stuck at work until it was time for his. Not that he could have been in the room with me, but his presence outside might have helped.

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