Page 41 of Pucking Snowed In with the Enemy

“Give me the chocolate sauce or the wine,” I said, feeling reckless as the drums and guitar of the song filled me as they filled the room.

There was only a moment of hesitation before Nathan grabbed the sauce and held it out to me. Opening the lid, I put a little on my finger and licked it off with a moan. His hard cock bobbed every time I did it, making me feel irresistible. Rising up on my knees, I tilted my head back and ran my hands all over my body before squeezing the sauce onto my breasts. I shivered, but it felt incredible on my hard, sensitive nipples. Setting the bottle aside, I ran a finger through the chocolate and sucked on it as I slipped two other fingers between my legs and into my body.

“Uh, oh god, yes.” I moaned and wiggled on the table, my pussy heating up and throbbing with the need to have him inside of me. Gathering a little more sauce to lick off, I ground my hips down on my other fingers.

“Fuck me,” Nathan growled. I squealed in surprise as he grabbed me and, with a hard jerk, dragged me closer. He held me nose to nose, his eyes demanding and in control even though I was positive he felt as out of control as I did. “I was going to try and be gentle tonight,” he said. “But you push all my fucking buttons and test me in a way that makes me fucking crazy.”

My lip pulled up with the compliment, and my head was fuzzy as it fed off this moment of forbidden desire. I touched his abs and licked my lips. That was all it took for Nathan to yank me off the table, so I was standing in front of him. He licked at the chocolate like he was starving. The hot, wet lines made me shiver in his hold. Nathan sucked a nipple into his mouth, and I cried out as my body screamed for him to do more, to take more, to take me.

Licking the last of the sauce off my breasts, he kissed me like my lips were next to be devoured before spinning me around and pushing me down on the table. My nipples screamed at the sudden cold, making my sex clench tight. Cheek pressed against the hard surface, Nathan leaned over me exactly like he had in his office, his weight and heat pressed into my body as his breath fanned my neck.

“Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to rip a hole in your pants and fuck you on my desk? That’s what you do to me,” he said and nipped at my ear before sucking on my neck. I didn’t have to look to know that he was darkening the hickey he’d made.

Spreading my legs and arms, I held on tight as he let go and stood up. I knew he was going to fuck me hard. It was going to hurt and feel incredible, and I would be a screaming mess before he was done. I wiggled against his hand as he rubbed my clit and slipped a finger into me.

“You drive me fucking insane, Savannah,” he said, lining his cock up to my wet pussy. Before I could utter a word, he thrust into me hard enough that the gigantic table screeched as it moved slightly on the floor. I cried out as his cock hit all the right places and pushed me to my limit. Nathan groaned, his hands tightening on my hips as he picked his rhythm and fucked me hard enough that the sound of our skin slapping could be heard over the music.

“I’m going to fuck you all night and all day tomorrow, and I don’t give a fuck if you can’t walk. I’m taking my fill of you, Kitten. I’m taking it all. Every last fucking drop of your come is mine.”

“Ah!” I screamed as his pounding got faster and harder, the table moving with every stroke. The rings in his cock were rubbing all the right places and were so intense that I wanted to yell that it was too much. Then I came, and the slapping got louder, his groans more insistent as I soaked his cock, and the wetness let him slip in and out faster.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Nathan yelled and slammed into me so hard that I screamed again, riding the wave of the orgasm he was prolonging.

After a few moments of catching my breath, he helped me stand and face him. He stared at me, but I couldn’t tell what he was trying to say as he searched my face. Instead of words, he dropped his lips to mine, and the last of the pain I’d been holding onto for weeks fell away and crumbled to dust.

Breaking away, he placed his forehead against mine, and we stood there, each of us trying to convey a message without words that we could only hope the other understood.

Smiling, I gave him a little shove in the chest. “Sit down,” I said, and he smirked as he sat back, his cock still hard and on display.

Straddling the chair, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I want to ride you, Nathaniel Mikhailov,” I said, rubbing myself on him. “Put your cock in me now,” I ordered, and he laughed.

“Oh, I really fucking love this side of you,” he said, and I moaned as I lowered down, and he filled me once more.

Nibbling on his lower lip, I could taste the chocolate and the remnants of the red wine. The combination was as deliciously dark as him. We stared at one another, trading kisses for a long time before I started to move, and I soaked in the feel of him. This man made me see myself and think about things differently.

My body would crave his touch when I left here, but it was my heart and mind I worried about. I shouldn’t give a flying fuck about someone I’d only known for a few days, and yet the connection with Nathan was stronger than I’d ever felt with anyone. Was it simply because he came into my life at a time when I needed the reminder that I was a successful, strong woman who’d lost her way?

There was no way to really know, but I would remember these last few days forever.

NATHANIEL

“I’ve never slept in a bed with a woman until you,” I said as we lay in bed hours later.

The sun was just rising, but the storm hadn’t let up at all. I’d never wished to be snowed-in before, but I would be happy if we couldn’t go anywhere for weeks or months, living inside this snow globe a little longer.

“Not a single one?”

“Not one.” I looked down as Savannah lifted her head from my chest.

“I can’t stay here with you, as much fun as that sounds. You live in a world I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay with.”

“Yeah, I know, and I would look terrible in that FBI suit,” I teased as she chuckled. I tucked her hair behind her ear. “Maybe in another life, things could’ve been different.”

She smiled and kissed my chest. “I would’ve liked that. You’re not who I thought you were, Nathan. At least it’s not all that you are. Thank you for reminding me that the world is not black and white but shades of grey.”

“You still want me to give up, Alex, don’t you,” I asked, and she looked out the window before locking eyes with me.

“No, no, I don’t. But I do want to go after my stepfather. I can’t let him walk the streets knowing what he’ll continue to do to other girls. So, what do you need to let me arrest him?”