Fight with Me (With Me in Seattle #2)(47)
Author: Kristen Proby

“Oh,” I kiss his cheek and nibble over to his ear.  “What do you have for me?” I whisper.

“On second thought,” he wraps his arms around my middle and before I know it I’m on my back across the couch, tucked under him.  “This is an excellent idea.”

“I do have good ideas, don’t I?” I ask with a sassy smile and he grins delightedly down at me, his gray eyes shining with happiness.

“Oh, baby, you do.”  He scrapes his teeth along my jawline, his hands are in my hair, holding me still and he devours me with a kiss that leaves me dizzy.  My hands slip beneath the waist of his jeans and boxer briefs, and I grip his tight, smooth ass in my hands.

“Nate,” I murmur against his lips.

“Yes, beautiful.”

“In.” Kiss. “Me.” Kiss. “Now.”

He pushes back to look down at me, his eyes on fire, matching mine, and I grab for his fly.  My fingers feel clumsy, and it takes me a few tries, but I finally get his zipper down, push his pants and briefs down far enough to unleash his beautiful, already hard cock, and run my thumb over the tip, back and forth over his apa.

“Fuck,” he growls.  He tears the yoga pants I threw on after my shower at the crotch rather than take the time to pull them off, and pushes two fingers inside me.  “God, baby, you’re so wet.”

“Now.  I need you now.”

“This is going to be fast, Jules.”

“Yes, fast.”  I guide him through my lips to my opening, and he slides in, all the way to the hilt.  He’s so deep, so big, and I know this will not last long, for either of us.

Jesus, two minutes ago I was about to fall asleep in his lap!

“So beautiful.” His hips are moving quickly, he’s slamming into me hard, and he pulls my leg up over his shoulder, letting him sink into me even deeper.

“Holy fuck, babe.”  I grip onto his arms and hold on for dear life as he thrusts into me fast and hard, and oh so deep.  His hands tighten in my hair and he rests his forehead against mine as I feel his orgasm work through him.

“With me,” he whispers, and it pushes me over the edge, and I shatter around him.

“Wow,” I whisper and kiss his nose.

“God, Julianne, I never stop wanting you.”  He pulls out of me and reverses our position so I’m lying on top of him, my head on his chest.  His pants are still pulled down, and mine are a torn mess, but neither of us cares.

“Back at you, ace.  You are so beautiful, inside and out.”  I lay my hand over his heart and smile softly.  “Thank you, by the way.”

“No need to thank me for that, baby.  It’s my pleasure.”

I laugh and prop myself up on my hands so I can look into his face.  “Not that, smart ass.  Thanks for this weekend.  We needed it.”

He tucks my hair behind my ear and sighs.  “Yeah, we did.”

I yawn and settle back down on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and enjoying the rhythmic rise and fall with each breath he takes.

“Let’s sleep,” he whispers and kisses my hair.

***

I wake alone.  A fresh log has been tossed onto the fire, I smell something delicious coming from the kitchen, and the radio is still on.  I don’t recognize the song that’s playing.

I sit up and stretch.  There is no sign of Nate, so I stand up and run upstairs to throw away my ruined yoga pants and change into jeans. I pick up my iPhone and turn it on as I descend the stairs.

Hmm… where did Nate go?

I sit back down on the couch and rub my hands over my face, trying to wake up.  Naps always leave me extra groggy.

My phone starts to ring on the couch cushion next to me.  I don’t recognize the number.

“Hello?”

“Jules?” a woman asks.

“Yes.”

“Hi, this is Marie Desmond from Playboy Magazine.  I’m sorry to bother you on a Saturday.”

“No problem, what’s up?”  I frown and stand to pace the room as I talk.  What could they possibly want?

“Well, I’m calling because we are about to do an anniversary shoot for the July issue, and we’re bringing back some of our most popular girls.  Do you have any recent photos of yourself?”

“Yes, I have some recent photos, Marie, but none that are nude.”  Holy shit!

“That’s okay, I’d love for you to email a couple to me.”

“I’m not even sure that I’d be interested in posing for an anniversary issue.”  I stop pacing in front of a wide window and watch the ocean crash on the sand below.

“Well, it pays fifty thousand dollars, Jules.”

“Fifty thousand dollars?  Holy shit, Marie, that’s double what I got for the month I was the centerfold.  Why so much?”

“We’ve been authorized to offer that to you veteran girls for this special issue.”

“I don’t know, Marie.  That part of my life was a long time ago, and I’m not so sure that my father’s heart could survive me posing nude again,” I say with a laugh, and I hear Marie’s chuckle on the other end.

“I understand.  Think about it over the weekend and call me on Monday.”

“Okay.  Thanks for the opportunity, Marie.”

“You’re welcome.  I’ll talk to you soon.”

I hang up the phone and lean my forehead against the cool glass of the window.

Holy fuck.

“Hell, no.”

I twirl around at Nate’s angry voice and find him standing next to the couch, leaning his hip against it with his arms folded over his chest.

“I take it you heard?”

“No way, Julianne.”

“I didn’t say I was going to do it.”

“You didn’t say no.”  His eyes are glacial, his jaw clenched, and he’s just so pissed.

“She offered me fifty grand.  That’s double what centerfolds make.”  This is so not about the money.  I don’t need it.  But it is such a boost to my ego to know that they still want me!

“I’ll deposit a hundred grand into your account when we get home.  The answer is no.”  His voice is so calm, but he’s radiating anger, and this really pisses me off.

“I didn’t ask you.” I respond with a scowl.

“Julianne…”

“Stop.”  I hold up my hand and shake my head.  “I am not your child, nor am I your wife.  This is my decision, Nate.”