Torrid Affair(85)

Antagonizing.

Unforgettable.

He lined his cock at my entrance and rubbed his head on my soaked core. Slowly, I lifted my hips and pushed against his shaft. I whimpered as he pushed further, sinking deep inside me as he held my waist. It was everything.

Perfection.

Nate pulled out slowly before burying himself again, deep inside me. I moaned every time he sank deeper. Gradually he picked up his pace until he was slamming into me. His hands gripped my waist as he drove harder.

Dominating.

Possessive.

He was claiming what had always been his.

“Tell me,” he grunted.

My pending orgasm was building stronger with each thrust.

Moaning a soft pleasurable cry, I managed to breathe out one word. “Yours,” I said softly. “All yours,” I whimpered. “Only yours.”

“Mine,” he growled and reached around me. His finger rubbed against my clit, and it was all I needed.

Nate was everything to me.

His touch was my fix.

And I'd become an addict who spent her weekend on a binge, followed by rehab. Because I knew he wasn't mine. I was on borrowed time, and when this was all over, he'd be gone.

There was no escaping that this ecstasy would soon be followed by unbearable pain.

Sooner rather than later, I would be forced to return to reality.





Chapter 33





Brielle


One night with Nate wasn't enough. I needed more than a few hours. I wanted to fall asleep in his arms and wake up entwined with him.

I wanted a lifetime.

The following morning, I was sitting in the diner, my gaze lost in the memories of the previous night. It was early still, but the breakfast rush had left. The other waiters chatted about the previous shift while I distracted myself with refilling the ketchup bottles. I didn’t want to join in their conversations. Not when I couldn't hide the smile on my face.

My phone buzzed in my apron, and my smile grew wider when I noticed his code name on the screen.

Nicole: Good morning.

Me: Hi.

Nicole: How are you?

Me: Fine. Missing you.

Nicole: Tell me.

Me: I love you.

Nicole: I need to be with you again.

Me: I know.

Nicole: I want a weekend with you.

Me: That would be a dream.

Nicole: Can you visit your mom? Alone?

I gnawed my lips, wondering how I’d pull that off. My mother resided in an assisted living home in Florida. Julian and I used to visit her yearly, until he started working for Dennis.

Me: Maybe. I don't see why not. But what will you tell Delaney?

Nicole: I have a conference in Houston for eight days the second week of September.

Me: My mother is in Ft. Lauderdale.

Nicole: Leave it to me. Just have Julian agree that you're going alone, and I'll do the rest.

Later that night, I made sure to call my mother just as I arrived home. She was explaining to me how she had won Bingo night three weeks in a row.

“That's great, Mom,” I said as I hung my key on the hook near the door.

“Betty Ann will be picking me up soon,” she said slowly.

“Okay. I'll call you tomorrow so you can tell me if you won.” I walked over to the couch where Julian was sitting and kissed his lips. Most of the time I kissed his cheek as I greeted him. His eyes pulled away from the TV and glanced up at me.

“Okay, take care, sweetie. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Mom.”

“Give a kiss to Julian for me.”

“He sends his love. Bye.” I tossed the phone on the coffee table and tucked my feet on the couch.

“How's your mom doing?” Julian asked.

“She's good. I miss her like crazy sometimes.”

Julian rested his hand on my lap, but his gaze was focused on the television.

“Do you have any vacation days?” I asked nonchalantly.

“Not really since I just started.”

I sighed. “Right. Maybe in a few months.”

I had planted the seed.



Labor day weekend, Delaney, Nate, and Caleb drove out to her parents’ house in Savannah for the weekend. At first, Nate was hesitant and didn’t want to go, but I persuaded him. If he played the part of a happy husband, Delaney wouldn’t think anything strange was going on. It was horrible that we both lived this way. Lying to the ones we were supposed to love the most in order to keep them away from what we were really doing. Plus, it gave me a chance to convince Julian that I should go see my mother.

Saturday morning, Julian awoke to find me on the couch. My hands were wrapped around a coffee mug, and my gaze was lost on the area rug. When he walked past me, I sighed.

“Morning,” he greeted me.

“Hey.” My voice was low.

“What’s the matter, Brie?” Julian grabbed the remote and turned on the television.

“Nothing.”

“Are you sure?” He looked over at me. “Did I do something wrong?”