Nadine

Nadine
Nadine
I toss and turn in bed, wondering why everything feels so peaceful. Slowly, I open my eyes, adjusting to the bright light in the room.
A deep, husky voice pulls me from my daze.
"Babe, you're awake."
I turn my head to see him making his way toward me, wearing nothing but his boxer briefs.
He looks like a model straight out of GQ, and the sight of him makes my mouth water.
I swallow hard as he steps closer, his lips pressing against mine in a soft, lingering kiss. I smile against his lips, savoring their plump, succulent feel as we move in sync.
A groan rumbles from his throat, and I moan in response. The kiss deepens, igniting something inside me that I thought had long faded.
In one swift motion, he lifts me onto his lap as if I weigh nothing. I gasped as His erection pressed against me I grind into him, my body moving instinctively, desperate for friction. His grip tightens on my waist like he’s afraid I’ll disappear, but I’m not going anywhere.
Not when he makes me feel this alive. Not when his lips are on mine, kissing me like his life depends on it.
When he pulls away, my heart aches from the loss of contact. Gently, he lays me on my back, his dark eyes drinking me in like I’m the only thing that matters.
"You’re beautiful, you know that, right?"
I let out a soft hum, unable to form a coherent response.
"Men turn their heads whenever you walk by," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "And that alone makes me so fucking hard."
His hands slide down my body, hooking into my panties before he yanks them off in one swift motion.
"Spread your legs," he commands, his voice a sinful promise that sends shivers down my spine.
A fresh wave of arousal rushes through me as he trails his fingers over my clit, teasing, making me tremble beneath his touch.
Then his lips replace his fingers.
A gasp escapes me as his tongue moves in slow, tantalizing circles, exploring, teasing, and driving me to the edge.
My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as he sucks, nibbles, and works me over with maddening precision.
My back arches, legs shaking, and when he bites down gently, I swear I see stars.
He didn’t stop—not until I was unraveling, my body shuddering with release, waves of pleasure crashing over me so intensely that I forgot how to breathe.
He sucks deeper, and I crumble beneath his touch, lost in the pleasure he gives me.
Slowly, he trails his lips from my clit up to my stomach, leaving a path of heat in his wake. My skin tingles as he moves higher, his mouth finally reaching my breasts.
He takes one in his mouth, sucking hard while his teeth graze my nipple, sending a sharp wave of pleasure through me.
I whimper, my moans are barely audible, my body trembling as he continues his slow torture.
Then, he lifts my legs effortlessly, positioning himself between them.
My breath catches as he teases my clit with the tip of his cock, brushing against me but never fully giving me what I crave.
I arch my back, my body begging for more, silently pleading for him to take me—hard and deep—until I have no choice but to scream his name.
Suddenly, the loud ringing of my phone jolts me awake.
Fuck.
I groan, lifting my head in confusion, my heart still racing. My eyes darted around the room, searching for him—only to realize I was alone.
It was just a dream.
I collapse back onto my pillow, staring at the ceiling, my body still tingling from the vivid fantasy.
A part of me hopes that if I close my eyes, I’ll slip back into that dream. That I’ll feel him again, touch him again.
But reality has other plans.
The phone rings again, and without thinking, I swipe it and press it to my ear.
There’s a slight pause on the other end, and I furrow my brow, confused. I pull the phone away to check the caller.
Logan. My heart skips a beat, and I breathe his name softly.
Why is he calling? He hasn’t reached out in a while, so my mind races, wondering if it’s something important, maybe about Shawn.
“Is Shawn alright?” I ask in a panic, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Yes, he’s fine,” he replies, with a calm voice.
I let out a breath of relief but still felt uncertain. “So why are you calling then?” I ask, with a shaky voice.
“I just wanted to check if you had a great night,” Logan says.
A flush of heat rushes to my cheeks, and my mind flashes back to the dream I had about him.
But no, I can’t think about that right now. I pause, unsure of how to word it, but it weighs on me, and I have to ask. “Were you here last night?”
The silence on the other end stretches on, and my anxiety spikes. Logan didn’t say anything, and I started to feel impatient.
“You know what, don’t bother,” I say, my tone a little sharper than I intended. “Why are you calling anyway?”
Logan starts talking about an upcoming award gala, and I can tell he’s trying to be careful with his words, rambling.
“There’s this award gala coming up, and I don’t know, but you know what, it would be my great pleasure... you know I don’t have anyone in mind...” He keeps going, but it’s clear he’s hesitating.
“Logan, please, just get to the point,” I say, a little impatient now.
After a brief pause, he finally speaks up. “I was thinking… if you could be my plus one to the award night, I’ll be attending next weekend.”
I freeze for a moment, my mind instantly flashing back to the last gala we went to.
Things were good at first, but then Samantha came into the picture, and everything fell apart. He says there’s nothing between Cara like he did during that interview, but I still need confirmation.
I don’t waste any more time thinking it over. “I’m sorry, but you have Cara. Ask her to go with you,” I say firmly. And then, without holding back, I add one more thing that silences him completely.
“Do I regret it?” I ask myself silently. Hell no.