Chapter 51 I'll never get tired of doing this with you
Fortunately, the media interest in Natte and I quickly died down when Steve put out a press release stating there was no story. And Natte was now ready to take his business seriously now that he's dropped music.
The release was firm on the point that Natte and I have a purely professional relationship.
Natte had Steve put the statement out, and he only did that for me. If Natte had his way, the whole world would know about us.
For obvious reasons that can’t happen.
But I’ll be going home in a few minutes, after the acquisition today, and I’m going to tell pine then when he shows up at night.
I think.
Well, that’s what I’ve promised Natte I’ll do. And I know I have to tell pine the truth, I just feel absolutely sick every single time the thought passes through my mind about telling him. So I’m trying not to think about it.
Instead I’m just immersing myself in Natte, as much and as often as I can.
We haven’t spent a night apart since that night in at the hotel, and honestly, I can’t imagine spending a night apart from him ever again.
Every night though I have the same internal battle.
I go and call Pine before bed as scheduled. And most of the calls I make, Natte is always not around and that's good, because Pine voice is completely like that of Natte the more frequent I talk to him.
I feel sick with guilt after the call.
Natte is jealous and antsy with me when I return to him.
A part of me wants to leave Natte because of the guilt I feel over pine, the other part, the bigger part, wants to stay because of the way I feel about him.
We fight a little, sometimes a lot.
Then we spend the rest of the night making up.
Tonight, we’re in my suite, I just came from my apartment and Darla has done a great deal in making my own house a complete mess, the guys remained at the club drinking and they will be leaving for London early in the morning and this time without Natte in their team.
Natte and I both made some lame excuse up for not continuing so we could spend the night together.
We ordered room service, ate our fill, and are now snuggled up on the sofa. I’m nestled in between Natte’s legs, head on his chest, and we’re watching Bridgerton.
There wasn’t much on the hotel's movie listing, and I like Bridgerton, it’s a sweet film.
Natte has been stroking my hair for the last ten minutes and I’m starting to feel sleepy and content.
I must have fallen asleep on Natte, because the next thing I know, he is lifting me up off the sofa and into his arms, and the room is in darkness.
“What are you doing?” I mumble, sleepy.
“Putting you to bed.”
“And where are you sleeping?”
“With you, of course.”
I don’t argue tonight. I’m too tired. And I wouldn’t argue anyway. There’s no guilt, because I haven’t called pine.
Crap.
Well, I’m not going to call him now. I’ll just call him in the morning, tell him I fell asleep.
That’s at least the truth.
And the fact is, I love sleeping with Natte.
I know it’s wrong. Everything about this is wrong.
But it also feels so very right. And I don’t have the energy to care about right and wrong now.
Natte lays me down in bed and pulls the duvet over me.
I hear him moving around the room, undressing and then the bed dips as he climbs in beside me.
I feel his hand reach out in the dark, and he takes hold of mine. He pulls my hand over and holds it against his warm, hard chest. I can feel his heart beating under my palm.
“I love being in bed with you,” he whispers.
“And I love having you in my bed.”
“Are you still tired?” he asks.
“Not so much now.” I stifle a yawn. “Why, what did you have in mind?”
“A few things.”
“Go on?” I coax, smiling.
He shifts closer to me and runs his hand up my leg. I part them as his hand moves higher.
“Say something in Spanish to me,” he murmurs.
“Why?”
“Because you sound so sexy when you do.” He runs his tongue over the skin on my neck, and I shiver inside.
“I do? I always thought I sounded dorky.”
He lifts his head, staring at me in the darkness. “Dorky – are you kidding?”
“Well, you laughed every time I did the accent when I was a kid.”
“I laughed to try and kill my hard ons.”
“And I did it to make you laugh,” I giggle.
“Tease.”
“Perv.” I grin. “So you really like it.” I push my fingers into his thick hair.
“I really like it.” His voice is dark and sexy. “I spent most of my early adolescence with a hard on because of you, I still do now. I can’t watch a Penelope Cruz film without getting a hard on it doesn’t bode well at premieres you know. I associate all things Puerto Rican and Spanish with hard ons, and it’s totally your fault.”
I giggle again.
“When you were teaching Steve Spanish swearwords the other day, fuck, shia…”
“Joder,” I whisper.
“Christ,” he groans. He grabs my hair, kissing me hard on the mouth.
I like this seeming sense of power I have over him.
“Shit, shia, what are you doing to me? It took everything in me the other night not to bend you over the table and take you right there and then in front of Steve.”
“Is that why you were so moody?”
“I was frustrated,” he growls.
I grin in the darkness, shivers ricocheting through me.
“You should have taken me then.”
“Don’t think I won’t,” he says, his tone serious and really hot. “The next time you speak to me in Spanish I’m going to do some seriously dirty things to you and I won’t care where we are.”
I press my legs together and moisten my dry lips. “Hazme el amor,” I say, trying to sound seductive.
He groans, biting down on my bottom lip, tugging it into his mouth. “What did you say?”
“Make love to me.”
“That, I can do.” He yanks my shorts and panties down and pushes his finger deep inside me.
I gasp gripping the sheets with my hands.
“I’ll never tire of doing this with you,” he breathes.
“I’m sure one day you will.”
He has me flat on my back and is on top of me, pinning my arms above my head before I get a chance to blink.
“Never,” he reaffirms. Then he starts to kiss my neck, working his way downwards, hands cupping my breasts, touching me in just the right way, like he’s been doing this to me always.
And once again, I lose myself in him, basking in his glory, and the feelings only he can create in me.