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When I'm With You

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“Take Bam out, please!” I call after him. “I just need to finish my hair.”

He calls out to Bam, and I walk into the bathroom, pulling my hair into a high ponytail as I go. I add a little dark shadow to my eyes to give them more of a smoky look to what had been subtle before when I was wearing the dress. These leather pants have always made me feel like a different person. One who wears her self-assurance. Before now, I had worn that confidence and faked the hell out of it, but now, I don’t need to fake a thing. And I have Nate to thank for that. The way he looks at me added with the way he worships my body—all of that has turned me into a whole new person.

I love it.

He is unsure, on a good day, if he’s going to let me leave the house because of it. Something about not sharing what’s his.

Again, I love it.

Ever since what our families refer to as our ‘coming out dinner’ a month ago, we’ve grown even closer. We’ve even had both of our families over for dinner a few times. Once again, I was nervous about that, but each time, we all ended the evening with loud laughter filling the house.

The only thing that we’ve disagreed on lately is if I’ll be returning to my house in two weeks when it’s done. Nate seems to think my moving in permanently is a done deal, but I’m not so sure. I figure we would address it when it became a reality; until then, there was no sense in fighting about it.

That being said, a big part of me doesn’t want to leave, and I have a feeling when it comes down to it, I won’t be able to. Not when I’ve come to think of his house as our home.

“Ember!”

Rolling my eyes, I give my red lips a pucker and smile at my reflection.

The crowd is thick and the music is loud.

Like every other time I’ve been to Dirty, things are` a flurry of activity. Each of the dance floors is crammed with bodies, no room between them, as they move with the music. With the view I have from Nate’s office, I’m able to see just how crazy everyone gets each time there is a bar dance from the bartenders. It’s like watching ants move, but the second one of the guys jumps on the glossy wood, they all move as one to try and get a front-row spot.

Dirty Dog is a beast.

“Things are crazy, honey,” I call over my shoulder to Nate.

We got here a few hours ago, and he’s been at his desk pretty much the whole time. I’ve been content watching the madness below because I know he’s not only catching up on some paperwork but making sure all the orders and inventory is squared away for the next week to ensure we have more time together at home.

“Hmm?”

Turning, I look over at him as his brow pulls in. He looks at some of the papers beside his computer before punching a few more keys. He looks so hot right now. The glasses that he put on before starting to look over the paperwork have had me hot for him since he started.

I’m tired of waiting.

He doesn’t notice as I kick off my shoes and kneel. His desk, a sleek black design with no back, puts his legs in view when I drop to my hands and crawl under. His scent is strong down here, and it just bumps my desire for him higher.

I crouch, keeping my back bent so I don’t bump my head, and reach out to place both hands on the inside of his thighs.

He jolts. “What the hell?”

“Sit back and let me give you something to help you relax.”

“Fuck me.”

He shifts, coming down a little more, but just enough for me to be able to undo his belt and pants. I take his velvety smooth cock in my hands, licking my lips when the tip juts out toward my mouth.

I take him deep in my mouth and smile around his flesh when I hear something slam on the desk above me. Because of my position, I can’t do more than fist the base of his cock and swallow a few inches of him, but I work him with my hand and mouth until he’s cursing and tensing.

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