20. Nathan

Chapter 20

A lex is enjoying himself as he flaunts Kat in front of me, but despite the fact that I want to punch him for it, I can’t bring myself to complain. Not when she looks so fucking perfect bent over my desk. Not with the way her eyes damn near roll into the back of her head. The only way it might be better is if she was bent over from this side and I was the one fucking her, or maybe if her lips were wrapped around my cock while Alex fucked her.

With every thrust, her breasts sway, and the air leaves her lungs in a whoosh that has me desperate to reach out and touch her.

I don’t, though.

Not yet. Not until I talk to her about this.

She might have agreed to be ours, and she might be okay with Alex fucking her, but I want so much more and until I know if she wants that too, I won’t be touching her.

No matter how torturous it might be.

I’ve been hard since she walked in. How could I not be with the way she came dressed? I’ll have to thank Alex for that later. I know if she had a choice, she would have changed. I can’t see her being okay with walking around in her sleep clothes, but fuck, I would love to see her like this every day. I’d take her in nothing at all; hopefully, soon, that will be a very real possibility.

She’s been a walking temptation for weeks, but right now, with the sounds that she’s making as Alex brings her closer to climax… It’s only by sheer determination that I’ve not snapped or come in my pants already.

Her green eyes meet mine when they’re not rolled back in her head in pleasure, and her breathy whispered curses let me know just how close she is. Unable to help myself, I lean forward, folding my hands so that I can ensure I keep them to myself; I just need to be closer. Her eyes dart down to my hands, and I know what she wants; I can see it on her face, but I resist. I know that one touch would be too much. It would be my undoing.

Her eyes dart down lower, and there’s no way she misses the bulge there. My pants are well-fitted, and with the way I’m sitting, I’m currently sporting the closest thing to a tent as they would allow.

Alex leans forward over her, whispering something in her ear as he palms her breast. His hand that’s been holding her chin slips down her throat, and I’m not sure if it’s that or what he said that has her eyes falling closed, but it doesn’t matter.

What matters is what comes out of her mouth as she falls apart a moment later. Suddenly, I know exactly what Alex said to her as she moans my name loud enough that I’m sure anyone on this floor would have heard her if the room wasn’t soundproof, that is.

Alex releases her throat, and she collapses forward on the desk as she pants through the waves of pleasure, but of course, he doesn’t stop.

“Fuck, Alex!” she whimpers as he slams into her hard enough to move the desk closer to me. The smell of her cherry shampoo mixes with the smell of sex, and it’s the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever smelled in my life.

Alex slams into her one last time before he follows her over the edge. Falling forward, he braces himself on either side of her so as not to crush her. The smile on his face lets me know how satisfied he is and also tells me he’s far from done with her.

He quickly steps away, and I don’t need to look to hear what he’s doing. A second later, he’s back with his button-up off and his boxers on. Draping the button-up over Kat, he quickly scoops her up into his arms, and she hardly even seems to register it, still blissed out from being fucked.

It’s a beautiful sight, one I don’t want to end, but I know I have things to do, and I only have so much willpower.

Their leaving is for the best, for now.

If I get my way soon, she won’t be leaving my bed.

I like to think I’m a man who has pretty good control and discipline. Years of dealing with assholes in meetings and women who only want my money have made me rough around the edges. With that, a certain kind of restraint comes into play. It makes my life easier and makes business run more smoothly.

Yet seeing Kat laid out on my desk as my brother fucked her had me ready to snap. Hell, I’d been ready to snap the second he pulled her into my office in those tight little shorts and tank top.

Kat had been invading my mind since the first time I met her, and with every meeting since, it only got worse. I really did want her to be Addison’s nanny. She’s great with her, but that wasn’t all I wanted.

Alex was right. We owned several houses that our staff lived in, including the nanny. It gave us privacy. If we brought someone back to the house with us, we used the pool house for the same reason. I could have told them I offered her a room because her apartment was broken into, and they probably would have bought it, but I’d offered even before that.

No, I wanted her and as luck would have it, so did Alex and Desmond. Oliver was still adamant he didn’t want anyone, but I’d seen the way he looked at her at the zoo. He could pretend and fight it, but I didn’t think that would last long. She wasn’t going to hurt him or the rest of us; I was sure of it. Something about Kat was different, and I had no desire to let her slip through our fingers.

She’d already given Desmond and Alex the slip once.

Alex had carried Kat from my office about an hour ago. He no doubt took her back to her room to enjoy another round, or however many he could get, before she was exhausted and fell asleep. Come tomorrow, Desmond will know she agreed, and he’ll be forced to share. I can’t say I blame him. I’m looking forward to my own time with her, but for now, that will have to wait.

I’d agreed to do this with Alex tonight because he made it clear he couldn’t wait another day, and I believed him. Unfortunately for me, I still have things to get done. All of which I now have to do while painfully hard with the memory of the look on her face as she fell apart and the sinful sounds she makes.

Fuck.

My phone rings, saving me from myself as I debate putting everything on hold to go to her. It’s for the best. I need time to see how she will react to the others…the way she will react to me, and what I want to do to her.

With a groan, I accept the call and put it on speaker before tossing it on my desk.

“Rough night, boss?” Vince’s voice does a wonderful job of pulling me from my musing and back to the task at hand. A man of many talents indeed. Maybe I should tell him he can add Boner Killer to his long resume.

“You don’t even know,” I tell him, running a hand down my face.

“The little beauty giving you a rough time?” He chuckles, his voice dripping with sarcasm. And if he were here, I’d hit him. We’ve been friends for so long it’s impossible for me to hide anything from him, and him from me. It’s why I hired him in the first place. I trust him, but in times like these, it can be a hassle. I already have one obnoxious brother. I don't need to hear it from him as well.

Ignoring him, I move our conversation back to the reason I’m still sitting in this damn office when I could be doing much better things.

“Did you find anything?”

Vincent huffs into the phone, and I already know what he’s going to say.

“Not really. Whoever broke in didn’t really do much except break shit and, according to the police report she filed, nothing was missing.” It’s not a question, but I know he’s looking for me to confirm.

“She hasn’t said anything about missing things, but I can ask her tomorrow.”

“With everything broken, I would say it was probably someone with a grudge. Does she have any enemies?”

I was afraid he would ask that.

“I’m not sure about enemies, but it’s not as if it’s a secret I’ve been talking to her.” I don’t need to explain any more than that. Vincent is well aware of the type of people we deal with. That’s part of his job, after all.

“You think someone was jealous enough to do this?”

I think about it for a second. I want to say no; honestly, this shouldn’t even have to be a discussion. But I know better, people do crazy things when they think it will better them. I’d seen the way Barbara looked at Kat that day in the office. The way Trevor followed her around like a puppy, and those were just the two I saw. That school was full of people, many of whom have tried to get closer to us over the last year, ever since we enrolled Addison and took up endorsing the school. Some took the hint, but not everyone.

“It’s entirely possible.”

“Alright, well, I’ll start investigating the school and teachers, and I’ll let you know if I find anything. And don’t forget to ask the little beauty if anything was missing,” he says, and I can already hear him typing away on his keyboard.

“Is there something else we need to talk about?” I ask, unable to stop myself. This is the second time he’s referred to her as that just while on the phone. I’ve never heard him actually call her anything but her name prior, and Vince isn’t one for nicknames. Unless, of course, you counted his insistent need to refer to me as Boss, but I’m pretty sure he only does that to annoy me.

“Nah, you know I don’t do that type of shit,” he says with a laugh, and I roll my eyes.

By ‘that type of shit,’ he means dating and feelings. Vincent fucks plenty of women, but none of them ever makes it further than two times before he cuts them loose.

“I’ll keep you updated.”

The line goes dead before I can respond, and I’m left sitting at my desk wondering if he’s lying to himself or to me and how I would feel about either.

For now, I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt and move on to my next task. Figuring out more about Kat and how we’ll keep her. She might have fallen into our laps unexpectedly, but now that she’s here, I plan to make her mine.

Permanently.