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“Incontinence underwear?” His features screw up in disgust.
“Yes, it happens to the best of us, Nathan, and while you’re wearing them, you’ll still be bossing everyone around and telling yet another secretary of yours she’ll never last the week.” I try lightening the tense mood.
“God, you made my future sound fucking terrible.”
“You need to slow down. Or that will be your life.” My green eyes hold his blue ones.
I rest my hands on top of his shoulders and wiggle in his lap, causing his dick to bounce to life. I glide his thickening length between my pussy lips to distract us from the heaviness of our conversation.
“You’re annoyingly right sometimes, has anyone ever told you that?” he asks with a hint of mockery in his tone.
“Many times,” I reply with a broad smile, and I move my hips back and forth, his cock now as hard as a rock.
“Will you look after me in my old age?”
“You’re already old,” I say, messing with him.
“Just the way you like me, right?”
I told him that one night and I think he loved it when I confessed that. “Yes.” My reply comes out as a moan when the head of his cock rubs my clit.
“I’m still young enough to fuck that smartass mouth of yours out of your system though.”
I rise up on my knees, repositioning myself, getting ready to take him. All of him, not caring that the rocks beneath are most likely scratching the skin on my knees.
He pumps his cock with his fist under the water a few times before lining up the tip to the entrance of my aching pussy, and I lower myself down onto him slowly as he holds the root of his shaft firmly.
“Prove it,” I tease.
36
NATHAN
“Follow me.” I gently tug Arianna by her hand, making her trail behind me as we walk across the field.
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“I hate surprises,” she grumbles.
“Stop complaining.”
“I like complaining.”
“Stop talking.”
“I also like talking.”
“Arianna.”
She chuckles from behind me, teasing me. “I quite like the way you tell me off in that deep voice of yours. It’s very authoritative. And I have nothing to complain about because I have a great view. You have a very nice ass, Mr. Hart.”
“I much prefer yours.”
“I’m a smartass with a nice ass.” She lets out a soft giggle at her own joke.
“Precisely.”