Текст книги "Reciprocity"

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Reciprocity
Breach – 3
K. I. Lynn

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Special thanks to:

My husband, David, for putting up with me and the madness of writing.

To Massy, the voice of clarity in my chaotic mind and one who understands it all. Forever my twifey and BFF.

To Crystal, my pervy twin, for everything.

To Nyddi, for her support, friendship, and big heart.

To all the fans. Thank you for loving Nathan and Lila, and for joining them on their journey. Your support, pimping, and love for the series keeps me going. Words can never express my gratitude and love to you all.

CHAPTER 1

Lila

“Lila!” Nathan called from the closet, a frantic edge to his voice. “Have you seen my black silk tie? The one with the cream-colored stripes?”

I looked around the room and smiled when my gaze hit the headboard. Oh, I’d seen it—and felt it the night before when he’d wrapped it around my wrists. He was an animal and fucked me until I came three times.

I grabbed one end and slipped the tie from between the wooden slats, then pulled it around my neck. My body heated from the simple feel of the silk and all the reminders of what this tie meant last night. I smiled and looped one end over the other, tying it as I walked to the closet where he was rummaging around. He bumped his head into hangers, jostling the clothes and knocking a suit jacket loose. I’d never hit my head like that, but then again, he was almost eight inches taller than me. The mop of brown hair on his head was still wet from his shower and was sticking out everywhere.

I stifled a laugh from seeing him so disoriented. He was a hot mess—emphasis on hot.

He looked so good in only his slacks, his muscles rippling as he picked things up. His blue eyes were wild in their search for the article of clothing resting around my neck. I leaned against the door with the tie resting between my bare breasts and waited.

“Is this the one you’re looking for?” His head snapped in my direction, and I watched as all thought stopped. “It was still attached to the headboard.”

He stood up straight and stalked toward me, licking his lips. “Miss Palmer, you’re going to make me late, and I can’t afford to be late to this interview.”

I already knew there was no way he could leave in the state I’d created.

He reached me and pulled me close, his hands grabbing my ass and lifting me slightly from the ground. I let out a squeak and a small moan when his hard length pushed against my stomach. His lips crashed to mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck while he picked me up, my legs tangling around his waist.

“Fuck, baby. Such a little minx, getting me all riled up. My fucking cock wants to pound that sweet pussy of yours so badly,” he said with a groan, his fingers digging deeper into my ass.

“You have time,” I said, pushing my hips down and rubbing against his length as I took his bottom lip between my teeth. His eyes moved around, searching for something.

Finding what he was looking for, he took a few steps forward, and I found myself sitting on the counter in the bathroom. He moved his hand between us and pulled my panties to the side. The clicking of the metal teeth of his zipper echoed off the tile walls before he pulled his cock out and slapped it against my clit.

“Such a fucking naughty girl, running around in only your panties and my tie?” A ripple ran through his body, causing me to draw in a shuddered breath of excitement. “Acting like a little slut, begging me to fuck you. That’s what you are, isn’t it?”

I bit my bottom lip and moved my hips, rubbing his cock against my aching pussy.

“Isn’t it, Delilah?” he whispered in my ear, nipping at my neck along the way.

“Fuck, yes!”

He pushed his hips against mine. “What do you want, my little slut?”

“Fuck me! Baby, please fuck me!” I was rewarded when he lined his cock up with my pussy and slammed it all the way in, sending fire racing through my veins.

“Oh, fuck!” he hissed, then pulled out and slammed back in.

I cried out each time he entered me, the friction satisfying the need I always had for him. He was the euphoria-inducing injection I needed daily—better than any of my medications. I needed him every morning to chase away the monsters in my dreams, and I wasn’t going to let him shirk it off because of an interview.

What kind of asshole scheduled one so early, anyway?

All thought left me, white blanketing my mind and making it fuzzy as he pulled my hips to him and thrust in hard and deep. He set up a furious pace, wiping everything from me and replacing it with nothing but him—his love, his need, his desires.

I pulled him close, loving the feeling of his skin against mine. His teeth nipped at my lip, then moved down my jaw. I clenched around him when his teeth scraped down the length of my neck and bit down.

“Baby…baby, oh fuck! Feels so fucking good when you clamp down on me like that.”

My muscles coiled tight, tensing, making me arch against his body. I couldn’t breathe—everything in my body stopped as I teetered on the edge of shattering in his arms.

“That’s it—come for me,” he groaned in my ear. “Come all over my cock. I fucking love watching you come.”

His dirty words were enough, and I let go, screaming his name as he continued to pound into me. I shook, my body convulsing as wave after wave moved through me.

As I was coming down from my high, his grip tightened and he tensed. Unintelligible moans and groans slipped past his lips as he spilled inside me.

He slumped against me, placing light kisses on my neck. “You’re a bad influence.”

“Me?” My voice went up in pitch.

“Yes, you.” He nipped at my neck. “Way too sexy, fucking insatiable, and you walk around with nothing but your fucking panties on. That’s the international symbol for ‘bend me over and fuck me.’”

I kissed his cheek. “Will you?”

One brow hitched up. “Will I what?”

“Bend me over and fuck me if I wear no panties?” I whispered in his ear. His cock twitched inside me, making me smile.

He would.

“Ung! Woman, you drive me crazy.” He pulled away, kissing me hard on the lips before letting go.

He helped me clean up and pulled me down from the counter before resuming the task I’d interrupted. I stretched out on the bed, sleepy from our morning fun, but was startled when Nathan’s hand slapped across my ass, making me look up with wide eyes.

“No sleeping. You have to get ready for work,” he said, chastising me while he buttoned up his shirt and pulled the tie from around my neck.

I groaned and snuggled back into my pillow. “Five more minutes.”

“Baby, it’s seven already.”

“Shit!” I jumped out of my comfortable position on the bed and ran into the closet, pulling a skirt and dress shirt down from the rack. My fingers fumbled with the buttons as I tried to dress at top speed, all the while Nathan chuckled at me from the bedroom.

I looked through the doorway and scowled at him. “Meanie.”

“Me? Who was it seducing me not half an hour ago? My interview is before you start today.” Nathan shook his head as he tied his shoes.

It’d been just over a month since Nathan left Holloway and Holloway, and he was heading out for his fourth interview. I gazed down at my left hand and the large diamond that adorned my ring finger. It had also been that long since Nathan and I had been engaged.

Engaged.

The word still seemed foreign to me. Engaged. Betrothed. Fiancé.

Nathan was my fiancé. Nathan and I were getting married. I was marrying Nathan Thorne.

I was loved and getting married.

I staggered a bit at that realization, as I always did. Never did I think I would get married, because I never thought I was good enough, or that anyone would want me. That was how my family had conditioned me, after all.

Yet, I was the one engaged to the office god. Though that didn’t mean I wasn’t still getting shit from the Boob Squad.

Nathan’s public proposal had really thrown them for a loop. Jennifer, the one who outed us, thought she could get her claws in him. In her mind, we were just a fling, and I was some chick he was screwing with.

Oh, how I loved the look on her face when she found out we’d been living together, and even more so when he got down on one knee in front of everyone.

Still, they were on me, telling me that it wasn’t going to last or informing me of the divorce rates. They even went so far as to say they’d seen him when they were out to lunch with another woman and that he was doomed to cheat on me. I had to laugh at that one, because the woman was Erin, his cousin.

Life without Nathan in the office took some getting used to. The day after Nathan left, Owen moved to Nathan’s desk and became my new partner. It was nice not to have the Boob Squad interrupting the day except when they really needed help. Owen was a cutie and really sweet, but he was of no interest to them—it was a shame they couldn’t see it, because he really was a catch. Lucky for Amy, his girlfriend, the bitches were blind.

I ached for Nathan as I watched the hours tick by until I was able to leave and return home to him.

“Quit daydreaming, future Mrs. Thorne. It’s fifteen after,” he called, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Shit!” I rushed to the back of the closet and pulled out some heels, slipped them on, then raced into the bathroom for a little bit of makeup. “Will I be seeing some random dirty texts from you today?”

“You miss my ass, don’t you? Admit it.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Yes, Nathan—just like I told you yesterday and the day before that.” I used a higher-pitched girlie voice as I continued on, my hand resting on my chest as I over-acted. “I ache for you all day long. I watch the hours tick by until I can return home to you. My life just isn’t the same without you ramming me against the office wall and threatening me with your manhood when our office peers have their backs turned. ” I fluttered my lashes at him for a second and smirked.

He laughed out loud, kissing my forehead. “Smart ass.” He slapped my ass.

He knew I missed him like crazy. He just liked to rub it in and get me to tell him over and over how much I needed and wanted him all the time. Bastard.

I loved it, too. It was one of my favorite games we played.

“You know you can’t get enough of my cock. That’s why I send you those dirty texts. When you get home, you’re so wet, and it’s all for me. All I have to do is shove your panties to the side and I’m in.”

“Charming, as always.” I rolled my eyes, but he caught me biting my lip and smirked. “But you’re all talk.” I waved my hand at him. “You send some sweet ones, too. So, it turns out there’s a heart attached to that dick somewhere.”

“Fuck, yeah, I do. Those make you even wetter than the dirty ones. I’m no fool—chicks love a guy who’s sentimental.” He laughed and wrapped his arms around my waist, placing a kiss on my neck. “And you eat it up when I tell you how beautiful you are and how much I love you.”

I nodded as I finished brushing my hair and tossing it up into a bun. “Yeah, yeah. You’re the man.”

He caressed my ass. “Hopefully I’ll get this job so I can quit spending the majority of my days searching for openings that are nowhere close to where you are. That shit just pisses me off. The idea of you so far away…”

“At least you’re able to make good use of old contacts from when you were a prosecutor.” I angled my head around and kissed the tip of his nose.

He smiled. “True, but how many fucking interviews does one man have to go to before someone gets a clue and hires me?”

“Things are looking good. You’ll find the perfect position soon. I’m sure of it.”

He nuzzled my hair and kissed the top of my head. “I have to go.”

I turned in his arms and wrapped mine around his neck. “Good luck. I know you’ll do great.”

“Yes, I have a feeling it’s going to be a good day.” He chuckled and leaned down to kiss me.

“I love you,” I said as we pulled away.

“I love you, too.” He gave me a smile and another quick kiss before heading out the door.

I spent the next ten minutes frantically getting ready before I also headed out the door, into the cold Indiana January, and to the office.

When I pulled into the parking lot, I held my breath as my stomach clenched and my heart dropped over seeing his usual spot empty. He wasn’t going to be here today. He wasn’t going to be here any more days at all. I wouldn’t have him here, watching over me, brightening my day with his gorgeous smile and his intense blue gaze.

I made my way up to my empty office and sat at my desk, sighing and counting down the minutes until I saw Nathan again. God, I really was pathetic, and hopelessly in love with him. No matter how much I joked about missing him during my days, it was all true. Every bit of it. Nothing was the same without him.

Time was moving backward, or maybe just inching by, to torture me.

CHAPTER 2

It was mid morning when an event popped up in my email. I opened it up to find an all-hands meeting scheduled in thirty minutes. My gaze moved over the piles and piles of work we had, and I sighed. I’d been doing that a lot lately—sighing my way through the day. It was never a good time for a meeting, and it was the usual meet and greet of some new employee to the firm.

Begrudgingly, Owen and I moved toward the conference room where everyone was milling around, waiting for the meeting to start. After a few minutes, Jack Holloway—boss and ruler almighty—walked in the back door to the room and asked for everyone to settle down.

“Good morning, everyone! I know it’s a busy day, but what day isn’t? I’ll try to make this short,” he began.

I felt a buzzing in my pocket and discreetly pulled my phone out, looking down at the message from Nathan.

Things went well. Tell you all about it soon. We can celebrate tonight. Oh, yeah, and you’re beautiful as fuck. Can’t stop thinking about my cock wrapped in your pussy.

I smiled and slipped my phone back into my pocket, focusing my attention back on Jack.

“Today we have a new employee I’d like to introduce. He’s getting back into the courtroom for the first time in a few years and may need all of our help getting reacquainted with the process. He’ll be taking over for Frank Kettle, who retired last year.”

I leaned against the wall in preparation from the bound-to-be-longwinded greeting from whatever pompous ass Jack hired. Frank Kettle was the biggest one I’d ever met, and he needed to be for the position, but he didn’t have to extend that to his coworkers. I hoped this new guy wasn’t the same, but chances were that he was.

“Without further ado,” Jack said as the back door opened, “I’d like to introduce you all to…”

“Nathan?” Owen whispered next to me.

My head snapped up and, sure enough, in he walked, wearing his black and cream-stripped tie, his eyes the brightest shade of blue.

He was too delicious for words, though my mouth was dry due to shock and hanging open as I gaped at him.

“… Nathan Thorne,” Jack finished with a smile, and the whole room exploded with chatter.

I, on the other hand, was staring at Nathan in surprise. His gaze found mine, a sheepish grin forming as he shrugged his shoulders.

“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.

He set me down and began to unbutton his shirt. “Undress. Now. And I expect you to be sopping for me.”

That wasn’t going to be difficult—I already was. Now I just needed to get rid of my clothes as fast as possible. I bit my lip as I grabbed the hem of my sweater and pulled it over my head. When I popped free, Nathan was already down to his boxer briefs.

He snarled up at me and stepped forward, reaching out and yanking my bra off the same way I had my sweater. “Too fucking slow, Delilah.” He pinched and pulled at my nipples, making me cry out. I was having a hard time remembering which side the zipper to my skirt was on. When I found it, I tried to get it down, but it was stuck on something.

“I’m going to fucking rip it off if you don’t get it now.”

Fuck. If I didn’t like the skirt so much, I’d let him.

I gave the zipper another try, and it finally came free. The skirt slipped from my hips to the ground and I stepped out. He stood in front of me, completely naked and very hard.

His blue eyes were stormy as he stepped forward, grabbing onto my hair and bending my head back, then smashed his lips to mine. I moaned, lips parting as his tongue touched mine like he was trying to devour me. I gripped onto his shoulder and arched into him.

We were both out of breath when we parted, but his eyes were still dark and heavy.

My hand was wrapped around his shaft, lightly moving up and down before I squeezed with more pressure. I licked my lips and looked from his menacing, lust-filled eyes to the bead at the tip of his hard cock. A whimper crawled out of me—I was dying to be fucked by him and the monster in my hand.

His jaw clenched while his head dropped back. The cords in his neck stood out, and so did his Adam’s apple.

“Jesus, my slut likes to tease me twenty-four-seven. It’s no wonder I have to send her dirty texts—to remind her what she does to me, and what she’s going to get in return.”

I chuckled. “It’s a tiring job, but someone’s gotta do it, and I can’t allow anyone else to since they won’t do it right.” I grabbed his hand and placed it between my thighs.

“Goddamn…you’re soaking wet. Such a fucking good girl. Makes me proud.” He growled low in his throat, his jaw clicking closed and clenching again.

I shuddered when his middle finger slid over my clit and dipped inside my pussy.

“Fuck.”

Two of his fingers began pumping into me. “Oh, I will, but first I need to teach you a lesson before I fuck you into the floor, listening to you begging me to stop.”

The intensity of his mood directly transferred to me through his hand rocking into me and against my clit. His teeth dug in, biting his way down my neck with a harsh edge. I cried out when he bit down and pulled at my nipple. It was all so much, driving me with force to the edge. I was shaking, muscles tensing, but it wasn’t enough.

“Please.” I needed his cock in me, not his fingers—his body on top of mine, weighing me down, doing just as he described.

Wrapping his other arm around me, he lifted me off the ground, hand still fucking my pussy, and guided us over to the kitchen table. The back of my thighs dug into the edge.

“You’re going to fucking come all over my fingers, and then I might think about giving you my cock.”

A tearless sob shook me and his hand moved faster as his hips rocked his cock against my thigh. The heat and friction was driving me crazy with want. His fingers curled inside, and my eyes flew open, back arching against him again and again until I snapped, screaming out.

His fingers left me, and he lined up and slammed his cock in my pussy before the first waves were done. My orgasm hiccuped, or at least that was what it felt like when he filled me. I wasn’t even through my first when his cock forced me to my second.

I could barely breathe, and my body was shaking. That was two almost right in a row.

He kept pushing me for more, thrusting harder and faster. My pussy was twitching, still coming down from the last high. His hips angled up, hitting my sweet spot while his fingers pinched my clit. Three was the most I’d ever come in one session. I was done, but it seemed he was determined to force one more out of me.

My nails dug into his forearm as my body tensed, coiled so tight I thought I would burst. It felt like I was about to pee, and I was desperate to keep it in but too tired to care. Something exploded from me, and it was more than just my orgasm. I screamed out, crying as wave after wave coursed through me.

I couldn’t hear, couldn’t speak; I could only feel the light, boneless weightlessness. My mind was clear, my body tired, and I collapsed, unable to hold myself up any longer.

“Holy… Damn… Shit.” Nathan’s curses were followed by him tensing as well, his body jerking as he spilled inside me.

Once he was done, he fell down on me, both of us breathing heavily. Neither of us moved, both spent.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked once I could breathe again.

Nathan sat back and looked down at where we were joined and now thoroughly soaked.

“I think you just squirted.” He beamed at me, proud of himself. “Damn, I’m good.”

“If my arms had any strength in them, I’d swat at you.” I chuckled with a tired, drained sound. I was drained. My entire body empty of all energy to move.

“If my legs had any strength, I’d be back inside you right now, making you do that again.” He chuckled and sighed, sounding more than high. He sounded like he’d died and gone to a sinner’s heaven.

It couldn’t be more true—Nathan was the war God of sex.