Breach: The Boxset (10 page)

He plopped me back down in my chair, giving me a fierce kiss before straightening to reach for his zipper. His fingers lowered it, making me fight off the shiver at the sound of the metal teeth clicking. He pulled his cock out of the slit, took a step closer, lining the tip mere inches from my lips. The urge to touch him was great, but I couldn’t—I was restrained from doing just that.

“Kiss it,” he demanded. I leaned forward as best as I could, limited without the use of my arms. My tongue flicked out and licked the underside of the head. Nathan’s fist wrapped around my hair and pulled tight so I was looking up at him. “I told you to kiss it, Delilah.”

He released me. I parted my lips and kissed right at his slit, tasting his salty tang. I placed hot, open-mouth kisses down his length and back up to his hot, red tip.

“Good girl. Now open wide.”

My mouth opened in time for him to impatiently push forward. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat, unprepared for him.

“Mmm, that’s it, baby. Shit, your mouth is so fucking good.” His hips thrust him in and out. I was only taking him about halfway.

Impatient, he thrust all the way in and I did what he said I’d do: I choked on him.

He chuckled and stared at his cock as it moved between my lips, his eyes morphing into slits. They looked like they were fighting to remain open. His mouth slack, lips parted.

He took a deep breath and seemed to re-center himself. “I told you you’d choke on it. You like that, don’t you, baby? You have the best fucking mouth. Love watching my cock disappear between your hot little lips. You’re a little cock slut, sucking me in like that. Shit, so fucking good.”

His fingers tightened in my hair, his other hand joining as he began to drive his cock down my throat. I moved my tongue along the underside, and suctioned as best I could around him, spurring more sounds of pleasure out of him and obscenities stumbled from his lips.

As always, his words had my panties soaked through, and I was certain a wet spot was seeping through my skirt. My eyes watered a little with each harsh thrust of his hips, but I took everything he gave me. Because it was all about him. My punishment for teasing him, and I’d take it again and again with a smile on my face.

My body began to ache, the inability to move my arms, coupled with my leaning forward, was burning muscles I wasn’t accustomed to using.

His thrusts became erratic, his cock hardening even more, and I knew he was close.

“Swallow it all. Every fucking last drop,” he ordered before pushing forward, pulling my head down to the base as he twitched and emptied down my throat. I gagged around him, tasting him as he poured into my mouth.

My tongue swirled around the length, licking him clean as he pulled out. His breath was coming out in hard gasps, and he leaned back against the edge of my desk for support.

“Holy shit, baby, that was…fuck…excellent,” he said with a lazy smile.

I grinned up at him and leaned forward to kiss the drop that was leaking from the tip. He moaned and twitched, his lips crashing down on mine for a hungry, thankful kiss, tasting himself still on my tongue.

He fastened his zipper and then helped me up, a difficult task since my knees were still shaking from want and desire. He freed my wrists, massaging and kissing where the fabric had dug in.

His hand slapped my ass, and I squealed in surprise, then he walked back around to his desk. “Back to work, Palmer.”

I stared at him in disbelief. Was he really going to leave me in such a state? I whimpered as he took his seat. “You’re mean.”

“Well, maybe that will keep you from playing with your pen in your mouth.”

I gave him a wicked smile and licked my lips. “Or maybe it gave me the idea to do it more.”

He groaned and rubbed his face. “Lila…”

I looked at him with raised eyebrows. “I’m not the one who’s so impatient. I can wait an hour.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You just called me mean for not fucking you right here and now.”

“That’s because I’m all wet, soaking through my panties.”

“Serves you right. You’ve kept me hard all fucking day. Back to work.” He twirled his finger as he pointed to my chair.

With a huff, I sat back down and, with a sort of urgency, returned to my work.

CHAPTER 10

It was almost eight when we rolled into the parking lot of our building. We walked up and greeted the night guard, then stepped onto an awaiting elevator. As we entered, Nathan pressed the buttons for our respective floors, indicating tonight would be the same as the previous nights. Denial would overpower our want until one of us broke sometime during the night.

I should have grabbed him the second the doors closed, but I lacked the courage. Odd how his emotions ebbed and flowed like the tide, constantly changing the dynamics of whatever it was we were to each other. His moods always set our tone. At that moment he was rebelling against us, trying to ignore the pull we both felt. Did he feel guilty for giving in at the office?

The air around us changed the second his stomach let it be known it wanted food, the grumble echoing around the elevator.

A giggle escaped before I turned to grin at him. “Hungry, are we?”

He visibly relaxed, a sheepish grin forming. It was new, and I couldn’t help but think how cute he looked.

“Maybe just a little.”

The elevator pinged, signaling we had reached my floor. I stepped off and extended my hand to him. “Come.”

He stared at me like he was contemplating what I meant. “Lila, I…”

“Have dinner with me. Come.”

He shook his head. “You don’t have to cook for me.”

“Well, I have to do it for me, and it’s usually enough to feed four. So, come.” I beckoned him with my hand.

After a moment of deliberation and great reluctance, along with an argument from his stomach, he took my hand. He stared at me with his brow knitted together while we walked down the hall to my condo. I didn’t know what was going through his mind, but from the outside it looked as if he was guarding himself from my sexual assault. The thought made me laugh as it was he who attacked me in the most spectacular way against a wall in our office. And he was frightened of little me?

“So, how long have you lived in Indianapolis?” I asked while I moved to the bedroom and changed into something more comfortable. We knew few details about one another, and I was going to get to the bottom of Nathan Thorne.

“My whole life, with the exception of college. What about you?” he asked.

He removed his tie, and I licked my lips in memory of how he’d used it earlier. He also rid himself of his suit jacket and unbuttoned his dress shirt.

“Indiana native, born and bred,” I admitted. “I moved to Indy just before college and stayed. No reason to return anyway. Not much demand for lawyers in the middle of nowhere.”

He sounded surprised by my admission. “You didn’t go out of state for law school?”

I moved past him and walked to the kitchen.

I sighed and shook my head. “No. Too much to pay out of state tuition. I’ll be paying off my school debts for another few years as it is. Even with my grants.”

He smirked before admitting his parents had paid for college, including his stint at Harvard Law. I stared at him as he spoke of the East Coast school and his time there. He was smiling as he recounted his first year at the elite establishment.

I had always known he was more than just a transactional attorney. You didn’t go to Harvard Law for such a technical position. Another piece for my Nathan puzzle.

I admired his smile before commenting, “You know, that mask of yours is slipping a lot lately.”

He shrugged his shoulders, his smile faltering. “There’s no point in the pretense around you.”

My heart fluttered in my chest. “But I still don’t know your secrets,” I pointed out as I opened the fridge door and dipped down to find some vegetables for a salad.

“No, but you know there
are
secrets. That’s much more than anyone else. It’s nice not to have to always pretend everything’s perfect.”

I, better than anyone, knew what he meant. Even his voice had lost its pretense and was low with little inflection.

“So, why pretend then?”

“It makes things easier.” He rubbed the back of his neck. It seemed a nervous gesture to me. I had a feeling he didn’t like the subject matter. “It didn’t take long to learn that after… People don’t really want to know that your knee and wrist ache every day, your body hurts in ways you can’t describe, that you’re plagued by migraines and nightmares, or your depression and anxiety continue years later.”

I stood staring at him after his impromptu confession. He hadn’t given much detail, but at least I knew why. It was easier than the truth by far. It kept looks of pity at bay. It kept the memories away.

“What about you?” he asked.

I pulled away from the open door, bringing with me a variety of vegetables and a can of pasta sauce. Pasta was quick, which was good due to how late it was, according to the wall clock.

“What
about
me?”

He quirked an eyebrow at me. “You really want to play that game? Do you want me to say it?”

“No.”

“Why then?”

“The same. It’s easier to say I’m fine then go into detail about how I put out a confident front, but inside I’m holding the darkness at bay and one word can send it crashing down.”

His head tilted to the side, eyes studying me. “You confound me.”

My brow scrunched as I stared back at him in confusion.

“You have such a poor view of yourself.” He frowned, deep in thought, and his voice was full of concern. “How did you get this way?”

“Doesn’t matter. Damage done, and I’m working to get past it.” I swallowed hard, turning away from him as I located a cutting board and knife.

He settled his hip into the side of the counter, keeping out of my way as I worked. His position meant he could continue to talk to me and also watch my every move. “Hiding it doesn’t help you get past it.”

“No, it doesn’t. You know that all too well. The thing is, I’ve at least gotten a little better over the years. Have you?” I asked as I filled a pot with water and set it on the burner, turning it on high to get it boiling.

“Your eyes say differently,” he said, diverting away from my question yet again.

“I said I’ve gotten better, not that I was healed. Downers don’t help. That’s why I don’t go out drinking with people…you’ve seen what happens.”

“Yes, but that also shows you aren’t better.”

“You make me better,” I whispered in a small voice.

He blinked at me, his face stoic.

“You make me feel like I’m all of the things they said I wasn’t. Beautiful, smart, sexy…worth something.”

“Who are ‘they’?” Nathan asked after a moment of silence. “What did ‘they’ do to you?”

“You want to know? You’re certain you want me to tell you how every day I was told how insignificant I was?” I set down the knife and turned toward him, my arms crossing over my chest. “You’re not forthcoming with information, and I get that, I do. I hope one day you’ll be able to tell me. As for me… Well, when you’re young, and the people in your life tell you these things
every day,
you begin to believe them. They become ingrained into who you are, and I’ve worked damn hard to push them away. Years of therapy. I’ve seen a psychiatrist from the time I was seventeen. Twelve years later, I have more confidence, but everything still haunts me.”

“I’ve done that to you, haven’t I? I’ve said something to trigger you?” His tone was knowing.

“You didn’t know,” I said with a shrug, looking away. “Alcohol is a double-edged sword for me. It helps me sleep, but my depression spikes.”

“Yet you drink every Friday, letting everything come back,” he noted.

“Stalking me now?” I teased.

“No, just observant.”

“Well, Mr. Observant, can you hand me the bread sitting next to you?”

I placed the vegetables on a cutting board and rinsed my hands. My skin prickled with the familiar humming that passed between us, letting me know he was in very close proximity. I took the bread from him, letting out a breath. The back of his fingers caressed my cheeks as his gaze captured mine.

“You are so much more than pretty. That was what I wanted to say to you that night. Instead I was inadvertently mean to push you away.” He pressed his body against me, pushing me into the counter. His forehead fell forward, resting against my own. “How do you do this to me?”

With a small tentative move, I tilted my head, testing him, giving him an out before my lips found his. He didn’t move at first, didn’t breathe, but then his hands were in my hair, his tongue slipping in to find mine, his teeth biting my bottom lip when he gave in.

“Fuck, you taste so good. Could fucking eat
you
for dinner,” he said with a growl, his hips rocking forward, pressing his cock into my stomach. He was hard and my eyes closed from the euphoric feeling of what I wanted.

“Please.”

“Please what?” he asked. His hand moved down to my ass, squeezing it, pulling me closer to him as he continued to rock into me.

My fingers clenched around the fabric of his shirt, the heat in my cheeks rising. “Please, Nathan, I need you to fuck me. I need you inside me. I’ve waited all day.”

I received a moan of appreciation as the hand in my hair tilted my head back and his mouth began its journey down my neck. I was panting with need, still so worked up from earlier.

He was unable to take any more, and lifted me up onto the counter. My legs wrapped around his waist, and the new position had him lined up with my throbbing pussy. He pushed his hips into mine, rubbing the length of his clothed cock against me. I moaned at the sensation, what I’d been dreaming about all day.

“You like that? Little wanton slut begging for my cock. Is that what you want? Me to shove my cock in you? Make you scream?”

“Yes, fuck yes!” I pulled him back down to my lips. We shifted again as need took over.

We worked to remove our clothing as swiftly as possible. It was difficult, what with our lips crashing together and hands doing anything we could to get closer, but somehow we managed to remove them.

“Fuck.” He shuddered as I took his cock in my hand, stroking him. “God, you are so fucking insatiable.”

“Good thing you can keep up,” I managed to say as he lined up and pushed his hips forward, filling me one inch at a time.

“So wet for me,” he moaned as he pulled out and slid back in, his hips stilling.

His mouth moved down to my nipple, teasing it, the sensation skyrocketing down to my abdomen. I mewled, my hips trying to get him to move. My scalp cried out as he pulled my head back, exposing my neck, bowing my body and granting him access.

His gaze was commanding as he sneered at me. “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready. Until then you will sit there with my cock shoved up your cunt and be happy it’s there.”

A shiver ran down my spine at his words, and I complied. His hand moved down to where we were joined and his fingers began teasing my clit. I whimpered as the fire grew, my walls clenching around him, every flick of his fingers or tongue making me tighter. After a few minutes, his need to move took over. He started with short strokes that drove me insane. His teeth pulled on my nipple, and it was the final straw. My orgasm ripped through me, leaving me shaking.

“That’s it, baby, come all over my cock.”

Nathan released my hair, his hips beginning the punishing pace my body had become accustomed to. He’d given me no time to recover, and I was crying out, screaming, my body still so sensitive. I had no words, just sounds. My vision was blurred, unable to focus, my mind blank. Only my body remained to receive him and the pleasure he gave me.

He was shouting expletives, but I couldn’t understand anything other than his large cock slamming into me, his hands gripping me tight, and his mouth marking me. He forced my body over the edge again, and I felt tears running down my cheeks. I was literally crying from the onslaught of sensations.

“Shit, shit, shit!” His hips stilled. He grunted and groaned as he came deep inside, sheathed to the hilt.

His body relaxed against the cabinets as he came down from the high. Our chests were heaving as our pants died down. My limp arms wrapped around his neck keeping him close. “Lila…fuck, Lila.”