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“Would have been way better if you’d been in there with me. It was efficient though.” She hummed.

Nathan switched the burner off and turned in her arms. “Maybe you can be inefficient after the hot tub.” He smiled as their lips connected in a sweet kiss.

She tipped her head back to look up at him. “You plan on making me dirty for dessert, honey?”

“Only so I can help get you clean,” he teased, deepening the kiss and backing her up until the island stopped the progression and he hauled her up to sit on the counter, fitting himself between her legs. His thumb traced her bottom lip before she opened her mouth, inviting him inside.

If someone had told him watching a woman suck on his thumb would make him instantly hard, he would have scoffed and called them a moron. But here he was tenting his sweats, practically rutting against the edge of the counter while Octavia’s tongue swirled around his thumb.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed when she moaned around him, her eyes glued to his.

She smirked and pushed him back, sliding off the countertop and lowering to her knees, taking his sweats down with her.

She looked up at him through thick lashes. “Nathan?”

“Yeah?” He swallowed, trying to compose himself. This wasn’t the first time they’d been in this position, and he got the same butterflies in his stomach every time she dropped to her knees.

“I believe you have earned the chance to fuck my face.”

He wanted to remind her that there was no tit for tat in this relationship. He got as much pleasure out of her riding his face as she did. But he wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity. Only an idiot would.

Nathan curled his fingers in her hair, grabbing his cock and tapping it against her pouty lips. “Open up, beautiful. I want to see you moan around my cock.”

She opened without hesitation and he sank all the way in, watching as her eyes began watering immediately. This was always how it was though, and he knew that if he tried to pull away, she’d grab his ass and pull him back in.

“I don’t know why, but it turns me on,” she said one night when he thought he’d pushed too hard and she had blushed and told him that she liked it.

So he tamped down his concern and gave her what she wanted, pushing in while she made porn-worthy sounds, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his cock.

“Are you ready, baby?” He panted when he felt the tingles at the base of his spine, his balls tightening as he got closer.

“Mmmm.” She hummed, hollowing her cheeks while her talented tongue swirled around his head.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chanted, grabbing her head and holding her still while he emptied down her throat. “Jesus, gorgeous,” he praised as he sank down to her level and kissed her, tasting his release when she licked into his mouth.

“You taste so fucking good,” she said, pulling back and licking her lips.

CHAPTER 32

OCTAVIA

“This is perfect,” Octavia said, tipping her head back on the edge of the hot tub as snowflakes drifted slowly down, the cold a stark contrast to the hot water.

Nathan sat across from her, gently massaging her feet as they rested on his thighs, and she sighed thinking that a girl could get used to a set up like this.

She studied him in the dim light while he watched her. This man, this powerful, talented man, wanted to be her teammate in a way she never expected.

They had talked more over dinner, forming a loose plan of what steps they needed to take to start this march toward change. For Octavia it meant a lot of continuing education, and for Nathan it meant financial backing. He’d already sent an email to his accountant expressing the desire to start a foundation. He hadn’t given them any further information, opting to approach it from a curiosity standpoint.

Octavia had drafted a resignation letter, which was far more professional than she had wished to be. She was excited about the future but was also worried about leaving something stable, even if she hated it. There was also the element of running away from a situation instead of facing it head-on, instead of trying to force change within the firm that, like many others, ran on misogyny. She felt like she had more of a chance to make a difference by taking cases like the current one than by trying to change things within an established firm where every partner and nearly every associate was a well-connected man more interested in winning a case than seeing another man face consequences for his actions.

“You’re quiet,” he observed, his hands stilling.

She shook her head. “I’m just thinking about…things.”

His eyebrow shot up. “Things?”

“Future things.”