Page 78 of The Fool
“I’ve been called that many times before, but I’ve never enjoyed it as much as when it fell from your lips just now.” He smiles at me, and I end up laughing with relief. “Come here!”
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Bea
Would it be bad to admit that Nate and I spent over twenty-four hours straight in his bed? Well, we did. I gave up keeping track of how many times we had one another, it was too mind-numbingly good to worry about such things as keeping count. Nate is not only talented in the bedroom, but he also listens to my needs and what my body is craving from him. I became less and less inhibited and I know I stepped well outside of my comfort zone. Said zone has now grown significantly bigger, thanks to a certain Carter brother who knows how to push someone’s boundaries without me even questioning it.
It occurred to me after we finally conceded to needing some sort of sustenance that didn’t involve one another, that I have never climaxed with a man before. Sex was always an unpleasant function with Dean, and with Evan, what I do remember was that it was horrible and painful. In the depths of my sex fog, I decided to tell him this nugget of information, which is sure to blow his ego sky-high.
“I’ve never come with a man before,” I tell him after nibbling on some take-out pizza. “In fact, sex was never something I enjoyed.”
“So, I’m the first guy who made you climax during sex?” He smiles arrogantly, as could have been expected. Though, to be fair, he deserves to feel good about himself. I’ve been more than satisfied each and every time; Nathaniel Carter is an incredibly generous lover.
“Lap it up, Mr Sex God,” I reply with a shrug.
“Hmmm, Mr Sex God? I like it,” he says with a pensive expression. “Yes, that can be what you refer to me at work from now on. Actually, you can call me that whenever - my parents’ place, your sister’s wedding, with friends…”
“God, you are so full of yourself!” I laugh, nudging him with my foot under the breakfast bar where we’re both perched.
“I’m so full of you right now,” he says with a dopey grin on his face. “I want you to know that I’m the last guy you’re ever going to have sex with again, Bea.”
“Oh, so sure of yourself, Mr Sex God?” I tease.
“No, I’m sure of us.”
He kisses me so intensely, it makes me believe in everything he’s just said.
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Bea
The following week passes by quicker than I would have liked, especially as I’ve spent most of my time at Nate’s place. We’ve been one of those sickly couples who can’t stop kissing and staring at one another. Sex has begun to be something I crave, though I am never left waiting long for it. If Nate had his way, he’d not bother going into work and we’d never get dressed. Alas, I can’t, with good conscience, let him jeopardize his work. Neither can I keep ignoring phone calls from my family. Mom’s constantly phoning to discuss wedding stuff, while Ben keeps checking on me and wanting to know when I’ll be back home. With the number of times he’s called or messaged, I can only assume he and Leah are still on their ‘break’.
But now it’s Sunday and I need to be getting back to my apartment so I can get ready for my return to work tomorrow. It’s bittersweet; sweet to be starting a new role with Cameron, bitter in that I’ve loved living with Nate. It’s been amazing to be living a life that focuses on moving forward with someone you are fast falling for. Don’t get me wrong, I love Ben, and I’ll be forever in his debt for everything he’s done for me but living with him now feels like an anchor to my past. It’s as if I’m still a child, a dependent relying on its parental figure for guidance and survival. We both deserve to move on from that. If only I could convince Ben.
“You know,” Nate mutters from behind me on the bed, his arm wrapped firmly around my waist, “you could just stay here. I can take us both into work; you’d be doing your part for the environment by sharing a lift with me.”
“That might be true if it weren’t for the fact I walk to work,” I giggle before turning around to face him again. He merely huffs at me while circling my pert nipple with his finger.
“I want you to stay,” he whispers, and with a smile that’s half-cheeky, half-sad, for he knows I won’t.
“I want to too, but I think we should have this little time apart,” I tell him, stroking his stubble with my hand, “if for no other reason than I need a rest.”
“No, you don’t,” he says, pulling me into him at the same time as I emit a giggle, “I’ve seen your stamina.”
“Nate, you’re off to New York tomorrow anyway,” I whisper as he delivers little kisses along my neck. “Mm…and I’m not ready to announce to the office that I’m sleeping with you.”
“Why not?” he murmurs before entering me so suddenly, I gasp. He grins at me when I look at him, pretending to be shocked when in actual fact, I’m totally turned on and ever so close to agreeing to stay. “They’re going to find out sooner or later.”
“Please, Nate, for me?” I moan as he starts to circle his hips, hitting me at different angles.
“A month, tops,” he says, to which I groan with a nod. This man has found my weakness and is going to take full advantage of it whenever he can. What a way to lose an argument though.
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Bea
“Er, Bea, I’m going to have to take a couple of days off,” Cameron says to me on Wednesday morning, sounding drained. He looks like he hasn’t slept, and my concerned features have him flopping back in his office chair. “Family stuff.”