"One kiss," I mutter before I feel his lips crash heavily into mine.
He groans into my mouth, his hands ripping the front of the chef's jacket open. His tongue slides next to mine, pulling it over his.
I try desperately to suppress a moan but my body betrays me. My hands jump to his hair, pulling the black locks between my fingers. I want this. I've wanted this since he walked through the door. He sensed it. He always knew.
His hand inches its way up the front of the white t-shirt I'm wearing. He growls as his finger slides over my now hard nipple encased in a lace bra. "Let me fuck you. God, I need to fuck you."
"Nathan," I whisper. "I can't."
"You want me." He pulls the front of my bra down, my left breast popping free. His fingers claim it, pulling and pinching it, the pleasure racing through my body.
"No," I whimper. I don't want to want him so much.
"No?" He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. "You want me to fuck you. You're wet, aren't you?"
I pull the front of his shirt into my fists, pulling him into me. "Yes." I breathe into his mouth as a small whimper rises from deep within me.
"I'm going to lick you until you scream and then you're going to slide my cock between those perfect lips and swallow my load before I fuck you."
I moan at how raw the words are. I can't stop him. I just want to feel him in every part of me.
"In my bed now, Jessica." He picks me up, pulling my legs around his waist. "This is exactly what I want for my birthday."
"Jess." A heavy pounding on the door stops him dead in his tracks. I leap from his arms pulling the front of the chef's jacket around my disheveled body.
"Nathan, let me in." Cassandra beats the door harder. "Where's Jess?"
He pulls his hand across his brow, his entire body shaking as he sucks in a deep breath. "She left," he calls through the door. "She fucking left."
I'm shaking as I pull myself back together, adjusting my bra before buttoning up the jacket. I smooth my hair as I lift my gaze back to him. He's leaning against the door, his head resting in his palm.
"I've been waiting downstairs for her." She thumps her fist into the door again. "She never came down. Let me in."
I reach around him to yank the door open. He acquiesces without uttering a word.
"Jess." Mascara is running down her face. "What are you still doing here?"
"She was in the bathroom," he offers, his hand pressing against the bottom of my back.
"Let's go." She reaches for my hand and I grab it, squeezing it within my own. "I'm sorry you had to meet that asshole," she mutters as she pulls me towards the elevator.
Right now, in this moment, I'm sorry I met him too.
Chapter 3
"I need to cut back your hours, Jess." Cassandra ties a patterned scarf around her neck. "I just can't afford this anymore."
I take a deep breath. I've been waiting for the other shoe to drop. It's been four days since I followed her out of Nathan's apartment and now she's finally going to confront me. She must know that I'm the woman he was talking about. Wait. Am I the woman he was talking about? Maybe there was another woman he was fucking. He has a suite just for random sex. I can't shoulder all the blame for their broken relationship.
"Okay," I offer. What am I supposed to say when she's essentially telling me that my dream job is no more? Add to that the fact that I've been fucking her estranged boyfriend and my life couldn't get much worse.
"I'm humiliated." She turns to face me. "I can't believe I have to say this."
My stomach twists into a knot. She looks so worn-out. I heard her crying this morning when I got to her apartment. She misses him. I can't blame her. I miss him too.
"Just say it," I blurt out. I just want it over with.
"Nathan was helping me," she begins before taking a long pause. "Financially."