Victorious(45)

“I need to be inside you, Nat.” His face is flushed, his eyes alive with desire.

I reach for him, wanting him as badly as he seems to want me. I’m sore and swollen, so he goes slowly, giving me time to adjust. This time isn’t about playing. This is all about love. He never looks away from me as he makes slow, easy love to me. When he reaches beneath me to cup my sore cheeks, I wince from the bite of pain that morphs into pleasure.

“Natalie, God… I love you so much. I feel so lucky to have found you. Tell me you love me, too.”

I put my arms around him, holding him as close to me as I can get him. “I do, you know I do.”

“Tell me.”

“I love you, Flynn, more than anything.”

His low growl precedes his orgasm. He pushes into me, throws his head back and lets himself go. Seeing him lost in me, in the passion we create together, is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

He lands on me, gathers me up and holds me as we come down from the incredible high. “I came in here telling myself we’d remove the plug, I’d give you one good orgasm, and then it was off to bed.”

“Didn’t go quite as planned, huh?”

“You can blame your buddy Fluff for that.”

“I’m sorry she bit you.”

“No, you’re not!”

I descend into giggles all over again. “Yes, I am! I’m genuinely sorry. I can’t believe how naughty she’s gotten as she gets older. She never used to be like this.”

“Since I owe her a tremendous debt of gratitude for leading you to me, I’ll let her continue to live here.”

“Well, that’s a relief, since you just talked me into moving here. I’d hate to have to relocate again.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“If Fluff goes, I go.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You might want to remember to shut the door, too.”

“I’ll definitely remember that.” He raises his head to look down at me, his sexy lips curved into a smile. “Had yourself a good little laugh at my expense, didn’t you?”

“I can’t wait to tell Marlowe and your sisters about this.”

“You’d better not…”

“What’s it worth to you?”

“A lot.”

“No punishment for coming without permission?”

“Hmmm, I suppose that’s a fair tradeoff, considering you could ruin my life by telling them your dog bit my ass while I was—”

I kiss the words off his lips. “Do we have a deal?”

“We have a deal,” he says begrudgingly.





Chapter 11





Long after Natalie falls asleep in my arms, I’m awake thanks to the nap on the plane that took the edge off for me. I stare into the darkness, reliving the incredibly decadent day we spent together. I’ve gone from fearing I’d lost her to bringing her fully into my life—and my kink—with astonishing results. Not only is she the perfect submissive, but she seems to love our new arrangement as much as I do.

For the first time in what feels like forever, I can relax and take comfort in knowing I’m exactly where I should be with the woman who was born to love me—and vice versa. Not to mention she’s fun and funny and loving and sweet and smart and compassionate and strong and everything I ever wanted in one delicious, sexy, adorable package.

If only this shit with the FBI wasn’t hanging over our heads, everything would truly be perfect. I can’t figure out what more they could possibly want with us. We had nothing to do with the murder of the lawyer who sold Natalie’s story to one of the Hollywood news shows. Did I want to kill him for the anguish he brought down on her? You bet I did. But that was as far as it went. Desire to see someone dead doesn’t equate to murder.

When it becomes apparent that sleep is going to remain elusive tonight, I settle Natalie on a pillow, kiss her forehead and leave her to sleep with the wildebeest snuggled up to her. I still can’t believe the little bitch bit my ass. I’ll admit to myself—and only myself—that it was sort of funny. And the “punishment” that followed led to some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had. I should be thanking the little beast for that, except that my butt still hurts where she latched on, so I won’t be thanking her quite yet.

I pull on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and go into the kitchen to make some coffee, planning to take advantage of the sleepless night to catch up on work. Hayden is after me to make a decision on the next project we’re going to take on after we complete the film he’s currently editing, which still doesn’t have a name.

I go over his list of potential names, add a few of my own and send that off to him. Then I lose myself in the screenplay Hayden has insisted I read first about a recovering drug addict who sets out to fix the damage he’s left behind. The story is engrossing and compelling, and definitely has my interest.

As I read, I realize I’m spinning my wedding ring around on my finger. It’s amazing how quickly I became accustomed to having it there and how right it feels, when only a few months ago, the thought of being married was appalling to me. That was before Natalie crashed into me and changed me forever.

Thinking about her makes me want to be near her, so I put down the script, shut off the light and return to the bedroom. I slide into bed next to her, snuggling up to her back. She doesn’t wake but turns to me, cuddling into my embrace. God, she’s sweet, and even when she’s sleeping, I can feel how much she loves and trusts me.