Come Away with Me (With Me in Seattle, #1)(83)

“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.”

“That’s fine. You just do great work.

I’m sorry if I was too forward before.

You’re beautiful, and I’d be stupid not to try, but I understand that you’re not on the market. It’s cool. I’ll talk with him if you want.” Brad looks so sincere and I pat his shoulder.

“Thanks. We’ll figure it out.”

“Natalie?”

I glance up into familiar blue eyes and my heart sinks into my stomach.

“Hello, Samantha.”

“I thought that was you.” Her eyes shine shrewdly as she looks Brad over, then back at me and I want to shrink.

Fuck! Of all the people to see me here with Brad!

“Will we be seeing you Saturday night at Mom and Dad’s party?” She asks, a fake smile on her pretty face.

“Yes, Luke and I will be there.”

“I’ll see you then.” She saunters out of the coffee house and I groan, hanging my head in my hands.

“Who was she?”

“Luke’s sister.”

“She sure doesn’t like you.”

I look up at him and chuckle. “No, she doesn’t.”

“Why?”


“Long story. I’m glad you like your shots. I’ll let you know when I’ve had a chance to talk to Jules and Luke about setting up another appointment.”

“Okay, cool. Hey, I mean it, I’ll talk to Luke if it will help and let him know that I’m not into you like that.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks for the coffee.”

“My pleasure.”

***

Shit.

How in the hell am I going to explain to Luke about meeting up with Brad today? I know Sam will say something to him, and I pray she hasn’t called him before I get home to tell him myself.

Luke’s really possessive where Brad is concerned, and I know I should have run it by him ahead of time, but it just seemed silly to have to ask permission to meet with a client in a public place.

I think I’m going to be in trouble.

Maybe I can distract him with sex.

“Honey, I’m home!” I let myself into the house, using the key he gave me when we returned home from Tahiti.

“In the office,” he calls back.

I set my handbag on the couch and carry two large, heavy shopping bags back to his office.

He greets me with a warm smile and then he raises his eyebrows in surprise when he sees the bags.

“What’s in there?”

“I did a little something for your parents’ anniversary.” I smile at him, nervous.

“You did?” He grins, delighted with me. “What is it?”

“Well, I had some help from your dad this week.” I begin pulling out frames.

There are eight of them. “I asked him for photos of just him and your mom every five years they’ve been married, beginning with their wedding photo.”

Pulling the last of the frames out, I arrange them on Luke’s desk. His eyes skim over them, and then settle on the last one.

“I made their wedding photo and this one I took at my birthday party the biggest two, and the others can be arranged around them.”

He picks up the photo I took at the party and he stares at it for a long time.

They had been posing for me, all stiff smiles and bodies, and Luke had made a joke about something, sending us all into giggles. In this photo, Lucy is laughing into the camera and Neil is smiling down at her, his face close to hers, and the love moving between them is touching.