Page 29 of Heated Takeover

“Yes,” she says, her lips still against mine and her eyes closed as she gives in to the pleasure of my touch.

“I’ve been thinking about this for years, baby girl,” I say.

“Me too,” she admits.

“Unable to forget that night,” I say.

“Me too…”

“Unable to forget you…”

“I’ve needed you,” she says as my fingers rub slowly.

I moan at her words. I want her. I want to lay her down and devour her. I want to fuck her until she screams my name and forgets her own.

But not yet.

Not yet.

“Yeah?” I ask grittily, my finger finding her clit and pressing into it. “How bad do you need me?” I ask.

“Bad,” she quivers. “So bad…oh, fuck, Ash. I need you.”

Goddamn…

I tease her a little more, flicking her clit until her knees shake. Just then, her phone buzzes, and I think the timing is perfect. I’ve teased her just long enough to make her unravel a little without fully coming undone.

“You should answer that,” I say.

“It can wait,” she murmurs. “Just don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Her words are on the blurring edges of euphoria as she begs me, and I know then that I have her right where I want her.

“Ash…” she moans, grinding herself against my palm.

“I think it’s your nanny again,” I say, and just like that, her eyes pop open and she steps back, emitting a tiny whisper.

“Fuck. Yeah, I gotta go. My nanny needs to leave…”

We drive to her condo in silence, and Natalie’s knees are pinched together. I keep my eyes on the road, and so does she, but once in a while, she glances at me, then back again.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” I ask as we get closer. “You’re not worried about your son seeing his mom with a strange, older man?”

Something flashes across her expression, something I can’t read, before she says, “It’s fine. It’s late enough. He’s in bed by now.”

“So I can walk you to your door?” I say as I put my car in park.

“You can,” she says. “But don’t try anything.”

“I wouldn’t,” I say with a nod.

I walk her to the door and let my fingers graze hers, but that’s it. I am a man of my word.

“Thanks for the ride,” she says.

I nod again and turn to leave.

“Ash?” she calls, and I turn back around. “I mean…Marcus.”