A Clandestine Corporate Affair(42)

She leaned over, pressed her lips to his hard stomach, trailing kisses down until she reached the waist of his pajamas. She stopped to check his face, but his eyes were still closed. Other parts of him, however, were waking up. She hooked her fingers under his waistband and eased it down, and he didn’t even stir. Leaning over him, she first teased the tip of his erection with her tongue, and when that got her no response, she took him in her mouth.

She heard a moan, then felt his hands on her head, his fingers tunneling through her hair. That was more like it, she thought, taking him in even deeper.

She sat back, and Nathan smiled up at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “At first I thought I was dreaming,” he said. “It’s not often a man wakes up to find a gorgeous naked woman on top of him.”

She grinned. “Well then, maybe I should do it more often.”

“I could get used to that.” He cupped her face, pulled her down for a slow, deep kiss. He stroked her bare shoulders and her back, sliding his hands down to cup her behind, then he tugged her forward, bucking upward, so that his erection rubbed her just right. She dug her nails into his shoulders, moaned against his lips. With one slow, deep thrust he was inside her.

It felt so damned good, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. Then it hit her. No condom.

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

He was moving inside of her as she slowly rode him, no barriers, nothing to come between them, feeling so close to him, so connected. She didn’t want to stop. But intercourse without a condom, even if they stopped and put one on now, was like playing Russian roulette. And she had the proof of that sleeping down the hallway. But her period was due in two days, so the chances that she would conceive were pretty slim.

But that wasn’t a decision she had any right to make alone.

She pushed herself up, bracing her hands on Nathan’s chest. “We have to stop.”

He groaned an objection, thrusting upward. “No we don’t.”

“We forgot to use a condom.”

“I know.”

“You do?”

He laughed lightly, stroking his hands up her sides, cupping her breasts as he thrust upward once, then twice, making her crazy with need. “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t notice?”

“You don’t care?”

“I was going suggest we grab one, but I thought I would be polite and satisfy you first.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s how I conceived Max.”

“So are you saying it’s too late? The damage is already done?” He said it so casually, as if they were talking about the weather. She figured he would be at least marginally concerned at this point, but he kept up those slow, deep thrusts.

“My period is due soon, so odds are pretty good that I’m not even fertile, but there’s always that million-to-one chance.”

“Are you opposed to the idea of having another baby?”

“Well, no, but—”

“Then let’s not worry about it.”

Well, if he wasn’t going to worry, if he was comfortable with the consequences…

Nathan tugged her back down to him, kissed away the last of her doubts, his hands, his mouth making her crazy, until she was so close…

He caught her face in his hands and looked in her eyes. “I love you, Ana.”

Those four, simple words drove her over the edge, and Nathan was right behind her. After, she tucked her head under his chin, limp and relaxed, and Nathan held her.

It was hard to believe how much had changed in only a few weeks. It felt too good to be true. In a way she almost wished she would conceive, then he would have to stay with her.

As quickly as the thought formed, she knew how wrong it was. And dangerous. Not to mention untrue. Besides, why would she even think that she needed a way to trap him? He said he loved her, that he didn’t care if she got pregnant again. Everything was perfect.

And if it was so perfect, why this feeling of unease? And if she loved him, why hadn’t she said so?



Nathan woke to the aroma of fresh coffee.

It was barely 8:00 a.m., but Ana’s side of the bed was empty. He rolled onto his back and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Last night on the couch had been pretty incredible. He used to believe that she was too passionate to be good for him, that she would make him lose control. What he hadn’t understood, but what was becoming clear now, was that she was exactly what he needed. The passion he felt for her was like a vent for all the pent-up negative energy. She kept him centered.