Page 91 of Brooklynaire

I bite down on my own lip. “Shouldn’t we…” I look around wildly, wondering what surface we can christen. The chaise lounge, maybe. “Let’s get out of the pool,” Iurge.

“We will,” he says maddeningly. Then he drops his head again and slides his lips over me until I’m shaking. “Come on my tongue,” he orders. “And then I’ll take you upstairs and make you come again on mycock.”

That all sounds so nice that I do exactly as he suggests.Immediately.

* * *

Iwakeup in the predawn light in Nate’s bed. I’m lying on my side, my leg hooked over his. He’s on his stomach, his face turned away from me. And I can’t resist—I push up on an elbow and studyhim.

He’s sleeping soundly, his face relaxed. Long, dark eyelashes sweep toward those handsome cheekbones. It’s a gorgeous face. And he looks so youthful right now. I’m struck by how much he looks like the Nate I met seven years ago, when he was still only a boy genius and not a billionaire. A weird sensation comes over me, like I’m glimpsing a lost moment in our lives, when everything was lesscomplicated.

Which is silly. But I miss the younger us, when Nate could still stop in the middle of his day for a game of Ping-Pong.

I could stare at him all day, but reluctantly I roll away from him. The mansion is so quiet that my motion stirs him, too. “Where are you going?” he mumbles without opening hiseyes.

The palindrome comes to me out of nowhere. “As I pee, sir, I seePisa.”

He smiles into hispillow.

In the world’s largest master bath, I do my business and then brush my teeth, just in case anybody wants to kissme.

And I try not to be too astonished that I just had a sleepover withNate.

Wowzers.

My little makeup bag is sitting on the wooden table to the left of the sink, so I find my birth control pills and swallow one. I’m a practical girl to thecore.

Or am I? Finger-combing my hair into place in the bathroom mirror, I’m flooded with some very visual memories of last night. Nate pushing me down on the bed, just like in my fantasy. He opens the towel I’m wearing, bracing himself above me in bed. The muscles of his arms and chest straining as hethrusts…

Gah. I feel tingly just remembering it. And I can’t imagine that will fade anytime soon. It was a night for the recordbooks.

Not practical. Butmagical.

I shut off the light to hide my smile as I exit the bathroom. There’s not a chance I’ll get back to sleep now—not with those memories playing on repeat in my mind. But I can lie very quietly while Nate continues to rest his giantbrain.

Or not. Because as soon as I slide between the sheets, he rolls toward me, his body fitting against my back. “Hi,” hewhispers.

“Hiyourself.”

I relax against his big warm body. Lately, there hasn’t been much affection in my life. When I tease Georgia, I always tell her I’m jealous of all the hot lovin’ she’s getting from Leo since they got backtogether.

But I never say how jealous I am of this, too—a snuggle in the morning. Nate’s nose in my hair. A long arm fitted over myhip.

I close my eyes and drink in all this wonderfulness. He’s quiet, and I wonder if he’ll doze offagain.

“Bec,” he whispers a few minutes later. He sweeps a hand up my sternum, then cups my breast. “This is right out of the PowerPoint presentation, too. Slide seventeen, I wake up and you’re naked in my bed.” His fingers find my nipple, which tightens under his touch. The tingles return inforce.

And there’s an eager erection poking me in theback.

“What’s on slide eighteen?” My pussy clenches just thinking about how much I want him to push me down and fillme.

Instead of answering, he kisses the back of my neck. And then his shameless hand coasts down my body, his fingertips dipping between my legs without hesitation. I let out a half breath, halfwhimper.

“Slide eighteen is that sound you just made.” He strokes me, his cock pushing against my back. “Rollover.”

I do, but his hand is in my hair. Instead of tugging me up to kiss him, he does the opposite. Our gazes lock, and he guides me right down to his erection instead, his biceps flexing as he nudges me where he wantsme.

Yes. Without missing a beat, I open my mouth and then take him onto my tongue, where I lap eagerly. It’s my first taste of him. And Ilovethat he sort of shoved me down and asked forit.