A Clandestine Corporate Affair(26)

He sat back on his heels. “You don’t look fine.”

She pushed herself up, leveled her eyes on him, so he would know she was serious. “Let’s put it this way. If you don’t make love to me right now, I’ll have to hurt you.”



Nathan would have had to be a total moron not to realize that Ana was feeling emotional and vulnerable. She was crying, for God’s sake. They’d had some pretty intense sex in the past and she’d never burst into tears. And maybe it meant he was a heartless bastard, but he was having a tough time telling her no. Or maybe it was just really hard to think straight with Ana sliding her hand inside his boxers.

“I want you, Nathan,” Ana whispered, rising up on her knees beside him, and when she kissed him, she tasted salty, like tears. Despite that, he didn’t try to stop her when she pushed him back onto the blanket. Maybe it was wrong, but for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel like he had to be the good guy. The responsible, respectable, never-let-your-emotions-get-away-from-you guy. Being with Ana made him want to feel.

It always had.

Which gave this the potential not only to become very complicated, but dangerous, too. Because lately, the self-imposed numbness just wasn’t cutting it. And when Ana grasped his erection, slowly stroking him, he sure as hell didn’t feel numb. Words could not adequately describe how damned fantastic it felt.

“So, what’s it going to be?” she said, looking anything but vulnerable. “Sex, or potential physical trauma?”

Concise and to the point. He’d always liked that about her. When it came to feeling things, Ana had never been one to hold back. She hadn’t been afraid to put herself out there. He wouldn’t deny that at times it had scared the hell out of him. But at least with her he always knew where he stood. She didn’t manipulate or play games. And only because she seemed to know exactly what she wanted now would he let this happen.

He reached over and tugged his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans, fishing out a condom. She snatched it away from him and tore it open.

“You in a hurry?” he asked.

“What part of ‘I haven’t had sex in eighteen months’ didn’t you get?”

She might have been surprised to learn that since her, there had been only one other woman for him. And that was over a year ago. A rebound relationship that had been brief and, quite frankly, not very exciting. Of course, compared to Ana, not many women were. That used to be the kind of woman he preferred. Someone who wouldn’t excite him or challenge him. But being with Ana had changed him. She’d more or less ruined him for other women. In and out of the bedroom.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t take our time,” he said.

She threw a leg over his thighs and straddled him, and he knew that there was no use in arguing. He could see things hadn’t changed. He had a short window of time in which she let him have control—which was nowhere near three hours—and then she angled for the dominant position. He knew that when she reached that point, there was no reasoning with her.

She pulled the condom from the wrapper and he braced himself because he knew exactly what was coming next. She’d done it dozens of times before.

With a saucy smile she said, “Goes on better damp,” then she leaned down and took him in her mouth. He groaned and fisted the blanket as she used her tongue to wet him from tip to base.

If she kept that up, this would be over in ten seconds.

She sat back on her heels, wearing a smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing to him, and it was payback time. She rolled the condom on like a pro, then centered herself over him, flush with anticipation. Her body was a little rounder than before, her breasts fuller and her hips softer, and he didn’t think he’d ever seen anything so beautiful.

“Ready?” she asked.

As if he had a choice.

She braced her hands on his chest and sank down slowly, inch by excruciating inch. He hissed out a breath as her hot, slippery walls closed in around him. Though he would have considered the opposite to be true, he could swear she was even tighter than she’d been before having Max. Maintaining even a shred of control was going to be close to impossible. Ironic, considering the way he’d just been teasing her.

“Oh, Nathan,” she moaned, eyes closed, slowly riding him. “You wouldn’t believe how amazing this feels.”

He wanted to tell her that actually yes, he would, but he was barely hanging on. If he so much as uttered a sound he was going to lose it. And he’d be damned if he was going to let himself climax first. That just wasn’t the way he did things. He needed to take the upper hand before he completely lost control.