Come Away with Me Page 79

Luke nuzzles my belly again and I can barely hear Channing – Channing freaking Tatum! – speaking on the other end.

“Okay, I’ll shoot it over next week.

Enjoy your weekend, you deserve it.

Bye.”

“He sounded happy,” I murmur.

“He should, the numbers are good this morning.”

“Did I mention last night how very proud of you I am?”

“You did. I especially liked hearing it when you were naked.” He flashes me a wolfish grin and I laugh.

“I liked that too.”

“In fact,” he cups my ass in his hands and pulls me more tightly against him.

“You didn’t get permission to wear this shirt.”

“Gosh, I have to stop doing this.”

“I know. You’d think by now you’d learn what happens when you wear my shirts.”

“But I like your shirts.” I pout down at him.

“I like doing this.” He slowly unfastens each button and I shrug out of the soft shirt, letting it fall onto the desk behind me.

He inhales sharply, his eyes level with my breasts, and he runs those beautiful blue eyes over all of me, like he’s eating me alive with his gaze.

“Sweet mother of God, you’re so beautiful.” He leans in and rubs the tip of his nose against my right nipple, back and forth and around in a circle and it puckers as he watches. “I love how your gorgeous body responds to me.”

He pays the same attention to the left nipple and I moan softly.

He’s sitting in that chair, fully clothed, and I’m about to come unglued from just his nose.

Unbelievable.

He looks up at me as he takes a nipple in his mouth and suckles, then licks and kisses his way across my chest to the other side and does the same. His hands are caressing and kneading my ass as he kisses down my torso.

“Lean back on your hands, baby.”

I do as he asks and he kisses my belly piercing. “So fucking sexy. How long have you had this?”

“I got it on my eighteenth birthday.”

“It’s hot.” He kisses it again and nibbles his way down to my tattoo.

He abruptly scoots me to the edge of the desk, making me lean back even farther on my elbows, exposing me to him. He places a chaste kiss on the dark letters. “Don’t lay back. I want you to watch.”

Fuck. That is maybe the sexiest thing he’s ever said to me.

“Okay,” my voice is heavy with need and he grins up at me, his blue eyes molten.

He leans down and with just the tip of his tongue, licks me from my clit down through my folds and back up again, and then settles his mouth right over my clit, rolling his tongue over and over it, and then suckling gently.

I throw my head back and moan his name loudly and then bring my head up to keep watching him.

It’s so fucking hot when his mouth is on me.

He glides one hand around from my ass, over my thigh and slides a finger inside me.

I buck up off the desk, my feet still planted on the arms of his chair, but he holds me tightly against his mouth. His tongue slides back and forth over my clitoris, and that finger is working magic inside me. His deep blue eyes are on mine as I explode, loudly.

He runs kisses up and down my thighs and pulls his finger out of me.

“God, you taste good. I want you all the time, Nat. I never get enough of you.”

“Inside me. Now.” I’m panting and I need him.

He stands and pulls his jeans down around his thighs. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

He fills me as I wrap around him, leaning down to kiss me, cupping my right cheek in one hand and gripping on to the end of the desk with the other, as he pushes into me relentlessly.

“Oh, God.” My hands are on his ass, pulling him harder. I feel my orgasm already working its way through me.

“Come for me, beautiful.” He whispers in my ear and that sexy whispery voice sends me over the edge into another amazing climax that has me digging my heels into his buttocks.

“Christ, Nat.” He shudders as he comes inside me, raining kisses on my face, pushing his hands into my hair.

“I recommend desk sex,” I murmur and grin lazily up at him.

He laughs and pulls me up in a sitting position. “Yes, let’s do this more often.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

“Hey, Natalie! Thanks for meeting me here, rather than having me pick these up at your place.”

I smile at Brad and give him a swift hug. We are meeting at Starbucks so I can give him his finished photos to add to his portfolio before he goes on some auditions this afternoon.

We sit at a table with our drinks as he pages through them.

“Wow, you’re really good.”

“I had a good subject.” I wink at him and take a sip of my coffee. The days are getting cooler and rainier as fall approaches, and I’m thankful for the warm mocha.

Brad smiles shyly and continues to look through his photos.

“You make me look good. When can I schedule another shoot?”

“Well, Brad, that could be an issue.”

I grimace and think of Luke. Hell, Luke wouldn’t even like it if he knew I was having coffee with Brad.

“Oh?” he raises an eyebrow.

“My boyfriend doesn’t like for me to shoot single men on my own. It’s mainly a safety issue for him.” I shrug and smile apologetically.

“I’d never hurt you, Nat.” Brad frowns and I feel like shit.

“I know that. Maybe I could arrange for Jules to be there too, so we aren’t alone. Luke would probably be okay with that.”

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