K. Lynn: Reciprocity

“Surprise,” he said. I barely heard it over all of the commotion.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spied the Boob Squad’s illustrious members performing a synchronized fluff, puff, and tuff for his benefit. Their actions garnered a few strange looks from their peers who were not a part of their elite club.

I was lucky bile wasn’t crawling up the back of my throat—they were so nauseating.

Jack continued the meeting, and fifteen or so minutes later, the room began to clear out. I stayed behind to talk to Nathan, and of course that earned some piercing glares from the Boob Squad.

Once the room was emptied of most people, Nathan approached me, and I swatted at his arm as I scowled up at him.

He held his hands up in front of him. “Don’t be mad.”

My eyes narrowed at him, and my arms crossed over my chest. “Why did you keep this from me? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he admitted, his hand reaching forward and brushing through my hair. “It was tough, too. I’ve missed you so much during the day, Honeybear. I hoped that you missed me just as much and would be excited about it.”

“I am, but I’m also pissed that you kept it from me. How long have you known?” I asked, then immediately wished I hadn’t when his eyes grew wide. “Nathan?”

“Jack and I were working on this for a few months before I quit.”

I slumped back against the wall. “I don’t…I don’t like being in the dark like that. We’re in this together.”

He pouted, looking all sad and trying to get into my good graces again. “I know. I’m sorry. I just… I wanted to make you really happy to see me, I guess. And it wasn’t solidified until last week, anyway.”

I snorted at his comment. “I’m always really happy to see you. I just wish I’d been given some warning. We don’t keep things from each other.”

“I know. I won’t do it again. Are you happy to see me?” he asked, his body almost flush with mine.

“I am so happy to see you.” I reached up and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him tight. “I’m so happy you’re back. I’m so happy I’ll get to see you every day at work. God—you have no idea…”

He smiled against my neck, then placed a light kiss there. “Me too.”

“You’re just happy for the chance to have sex in the office again.”

He smirked. “That’s part of it.” His hands squeezed my hips and pulled me tighter to him. “I’ve really missed that, but I’ve also missed seeing you all day.”

I let out a sigh. “You know you’re not in the clear yet, right?”

“I’ll make it up to you.”

I pursed my lips. “I’m not sure I believe you.”

He leaned in closer, his lips ghosting across mine. “I’ll make sure you do tonight.”

His lips met mine with a soft kiss that quickly grew in intensity. I moaned into his mouth, his tongue lapping at mine as his body pushed me into the wall.

We were both panting when he broke away.

“Better be careful before I bend you over that table. It’s my first day—I want to make a good impression.”

“Well, that would make a good impression with me, if that counts for anything,” I said under my breath, giggling a little at myself and my uncontrollable urges when he was around.

He snorted. Yeah, he heard me. “Minx.”

I rolled my eyes and slipped my hand into his as we walked toward the door. “Like that would stop you anyway. Never has before.”

“It might. You never know. I could grow some self-control.”

I snorted at that. “Yeah, right. You’re only good at growing one thing, and it doesn’t take long before you’re showing it to me and shoving it in my mouth.”

He smirked. “I have priorities, baby.”

We walked down the hall, earning stares as we passed. They were used to seeing us together, just not holding hands and smiling at each other.

“What do you think?” he asked when we stopped at what used to be Frank’s office.

“I think it’s too far away.”

His hand slipped around my waist. “Me too, but at least we’re on the same floor.”

I let out a sigh, then pressed my lips to his. “I have to get back to work, you infuriatingly tempting man.”

“I know. My baby’s such a hard worker.” He grinned, then grimaced and held on to my hand as I walked away, my fingers slipping from his grip as I separated us.

The day was going pretty well, and I smiled as I walked, happy to have my Nathan so close by. I felt lighter with him near. If he couldn’t be in the same office as me anymore, at least he was just down the hall.

Later that night, I moved about the kitchen, dinner in the works, and jumped when the door slammed, startling me. Nathan walked into the kitchen, a bottle of wine in his hand.

“Hello, beautiful,” he said with a smile. He gave me a quick kiss, then moved to set the bottle on the counter as he shrugged out of his suit jacket.

My gaze followed him. “That took a while.”

“We needed the perfect wine to celebrate.”

“I thought we were celebrating with a couple of orgasms.”

He grinned. “Oh, we’ll be doing that later, once we have fuel in our systems. It’s going to be an all-nighter, I think.”

“Think you can keep it up that long?”

His hand slapped down against my ass, making me jump. “Are you challenging me? Because I’d rethink that, if I were you. Don’t make me break out the handcuffs and rope.”

My eyes widened and I smiled. “Ooh, what do I have to do to make that happen?”

“Fuck, stop talking.” His hand slapped my ass again, then grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. “Does my little slut need punishing?”

I hissed as his grip tightened. “Yes.”

He froze behind me. “Why? What did you do?”

The change in his demeanor had me shuddering in anticipation. Fear of his reaction kept my lips sealed tight, while my body was begging for him to know.

His hand slipped under my skirt and between my thighs. “Tell me.”

My heart was hammering in my chest as I drew it out longer. Nathan unleashed was the best, and I’d learned tricks. The more I denied him something, the more the dominant side of his personality took control.

So, I baited him.

“I played with myself.”

His grip tightened, and he growled in my ear. “When?”

It only took two seconds of silence for his hands to become heavier on my flesh. His cock was digging into my back, rocking against me in small thrusts of his hips. The hand that was so close to my pussy left and slapped my ass before returning.

“When did you touch what’s mine?”

I couldn’t see his face, but by the low, gravelly tone of his voice, I imagined he was snarling at me. He would snap any moment, and a fire burst through me at the thought.

“Today. In the bathroom at the office.”

He spun me around to face him, and I gasped at the anger on his face. A shiver ran through me when his hand gripped my chin.

“Did I just hear you correctly?” One side of his lip twitched up, and his eyes turned to slits. “You touched my pussy when I was only feet away?”

My gaze flickered from his lips to his eyes. I needed him to take me. He was so close. After all, he did say he’d make it up to me, and there was no better way than unleashing the beast.

“And I didn’t wear panties for the rest of the day because they were soaked.”

He pulled my jaw closer and crashed his lips to mine.

He could barely breathe as his fury mingled with his cravings for me and for what was his.

It fueled me on as well.

I clawed at him as his teeth scraped down my neck before sinking against my skin, tingling and sending jolts through my body. His hands grabbed at me, pulling my skirt up as he picked me up and walked into the living room.