With Me In Seattle: Fight With Me Part 10

Nate was very generous today.

I didn't go crazy. I replaced the underwear he ripped, and bought some extra because they are s.e.xy and will most likely meet the same fate the lacy panties of mine met this past weekend. I splurged on a couple of pretty nightgowns, and the rest is a hot, black leather jacket, shoes and handbags.

Oh, the shoes and handbags.

Two pairs of Blaniks and one pair of Jimmy Choos that are, frankly, to die for. Nate also got me a Gucci handbag and matching wallet.

He really shouldn't have.

I laugh as I pull everything out of the bags and put them away in my closet. The smallest bag has a tiny wrapped box in it, tied with a red bow and I hug myself, excited to give Nate his gift.

This gift was paid for by me, of course.

I hear my doorbell and I race down the stairs to greet my man.

"Hi," I smile up at his beautiful face. He's let his hair down a yum a and he's holding a large bouquet of red roses in one hand and a white plastic bag full of food in the other.

"Hi, gorgeous. These are for you."

"Thank you." I bury my nose in the soft blooms, inhaling their sweet scent and grin. "Come inside, make yourself at home."

I step back and lead him through the house to the kitchen so I can fuss over my lovely roses and put them in water.

"Plates?" he asks and I point to the cupboard that houses the dinnerware. I love this house, and I'm thankful to Natalie every day that she lets me live here, rent free. It's beautiful, with a fantastic view of the Puget Sound. The kitchen is state-of-the-art, though not quite as s.e.xy as Nate's.

I arrange my flowers and put them on the breakfast bar where I can admire them.

"These are fantastic, thank you."

"You're welcome." Nate leans down and kisses my cheek, then loads both our plates full of Italian food. We settle at the dining room table with our dinner and I pour us each a gla.s.s of red wine.

"So, did you have fun today?" Nate digs into his lasagna.

"I had a blast today, thank you again."

He grins, looking exceedingly proud of himself. "You're welcome. What did you get?"

"Oh, you know... lingerie, shoes, handbags... the things girls love the most." I smirk and take a sip of my wine.

"I'm glad." He takes my hand in his and kisses my knuckles. "I'd love to go with you next time. You can try the lingerie on for me and I can attack you in the dressing room." His eyes are s.h.i.+ning with humor and l.u.s.t and my belly clenches.

"It's a date." I finish my food and push my plate away. "How was your day?"

"Uneventful, but profitable," he winks at me and smiles. I'm sure it was. He's very good at his job.

"That sounds like a good day."

"It's much better, now that I'm here."

"Such the charmer," I wink at him and nudge his leg under the table, making him laugh. I have something for you." I clear our plates and take them to the kitchen, then snag the small box off the kitchen island.

"Oh?"

"Yes, here." I set the box on the table and smile. "This was not charged to your account today."

He frowns at me and looks down at the box. "You didn't have to get me anything. It's your birthday."

"You don't always have to have an occasion to buy a gift." I roll my eyes at him. "I wanted to get you something."

His eyes soften for a moment, and then they burn with excitement. I can tell he's dying to see what's in the box.

"Open it."

"Okay." He pulls the ribbon off and unwraps the white paper. Inside is a small black jewelry box. He flips the lid, and nestled in cream colored satin are two platinum cuff links with his initials engraved in them.

His face is completely blank. I can't tell what he's thinking. He hates them? I just don't know.

Then his face transforms into his big, panty-melting grin and he pulls me into his lap, nuzzling my neck. "Thank you, baby. I love them."

"You had me worried there for a second." I run my fingers through his hair and enjoy being in his arms.

"I'm not used to getting gifts."

"Get used to it." I kiss his nose, and then sweep my lips over his mouth, sweetly kissing him.

"Well, since we're giving gifts..." He s.h.i.+fts, pus.h.i.+ng me back on his lap and pulls a small red Cartier box out of his pocket.

Holy f.u.c.k.

"Nate, you've spent too much money on me today already."

"Stop." He rests his fingers over my mouth. "I've been waiting a long time to give you things, Julianne. Don't rain on my parade."

Oh, he's just so sweet.

I open the lid on the box and nestled inside are princess cut diamond earrings. They sparkle brilliantly, reflecting the light from the chandelier, and simply take my breath away. They are easily a carat each.

And way too expensive.

I shouldn't accept them.

But when I look up into his gray eyes, I see apprehension and maybe a little fear, and I know I can't tell him no.

"Thank you," I whisper, overcome. Tears begin to run unchecked down my cheeks and I don't bother to try to stop them.

"Hey, what's wrong, baby?" He brushes my tears away with his thumbs.

"I'm just..." I swallow and turn my tear-filled eyes to his, and I know I have fallen in love with him. Not because of his expensive gifts, but because of how gentle and generous and kind he is, not to mention s.e.xy as sin and smarter than any man has a right to be.

But it's too soon to tell him.

"I'm just thankful, and maybe a little overwhelmed by your generosity."

He kisses my cheek, tucks me under his chin and I curl up on his lap, enjoying the feel of his strong arms around me, holding me to him.

"Get used to it, baby."

Chapter Ten.

"Oh!" I sit up and kiss Nate quickly on the mouth and jump off his lap. "I have something else to show you. Wait here."

I can hear Nate's chuckle as I run up the stairs back to my bedroom, pulling off my clothes along the way. I strip out of my black skirt, thankful that I wore my black thigh-high stockings today, my bra and s.h.i.+rt and grab my s.h.i.+ny new black leather jacket. I push my feet into my new black Jimmy Choo stilettos and take a look in the mirror. Hmm... hair's not right.

In the bathroom I brush my hair vigorously, giving it a wild look, and touch up my makeup, adding red lipstick.

I look like a hot rocker biker chick. It's a new look for me, and I am totally working it.

I walk downstairs, in my heels, black stockings and unzipped black jacket, and find Nate just finis.h.i.+ng with the dishes. His back is to me; he's taken off his suit jacket, rolled the sleeves of his white s.h.i.+rt a yum, that tattoo a and his a.s.s just looks so fantastic in those black slacks.

"Need any help?" I ask, getting his attention and am not disappointed by the drop of his jaw when he turns around and looks at me. His eyes go wide and dilate, and I smile smugly, my hands on my hips.

"I see you got a leather jacket," he murmurs as he slowly saunters toward me.

"I had orders." I shrug. "I'm good at taking direction."

"So you are." He stops about three feet away from me and rakes those hot gray eyes over my body, from my Choo-clad feet to the top of my blonde head, then looks me in the eyes and takes a deep, deep breath. "f.u.c.k, you're beautiful."

I can't speak. I can't move. I can just gaze back into those l.u.s.t-filled eyes, and the blood rushes south, pooling between my thighs. I bite my lower lip and reach out, bunching his s.h.i.+rt in my fist, my eyes still on his and jerk him forward so his chest is just an inch from mine. His hands are still hanging at his sides, balled into fists, our lips are inches apart, and I can't stop gazing into his eyes.

"Nate," I whisper.

"Yes, baby," he whispers back.

"If you don't touch me, like thirty seconds ago, I'm not responsible for my actions."

His lips curve up into a half smile and he exhales, his eyes moving down to my lips, then back to my own. His fingers lightly brush down my cheek, the pad of his thumb across my lower lip, and I bite that pad, gripping his wrist in my hand, and then gently suck it, rolling my tongue around it. His eyes close and teeth clench, and the next thing I know he's kissing me like crazy and pus.h.i.+ng me back into the living room.

"Jesus, you're so f.u.c.king hot." His face is against my neck, licking and biting, just under my ear and it sends the most delicious tingles down my back. He parts the front of my jacket, exposing my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and kneads one, brus.h.i.+ng his thumb back and forth over my nipple, making it pucker and my back bow.

Nate lays me down on the couch and covers my body with his, hitches my right leg around his hip and grinds his still-covered erection against my center.

"Oh G.o.d." My hands dive into his hair and I hold him against me, grinding against him, feeling his lips and teeth on my neck and it's pure bliss. "Nate."

"Yes, baby." He rocks a little harder against me and kisses me tenderly, and I f.u.c.king come apart beneath him, writhing and pus.h.i.+ng against him.

Holy s.h.i.+t.

Before I can recover, Nate has unzipped his pants and I feel the tip of his glorious c.o.c.k, and those magnificent metal b.a.l.l.s, at my opening, and he slams into me, burying himself inside me.

"Argh!" I cry out, lifting my hips against him.

He stills and lifts his head, his molten gray eyes boring into mine. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, G.o.d no, don't stop."

He growls and pulls out, almost all the way, then slams in again, over and over. I feel my body tightening, and I try to hold it back, wanting this to last.

"You're so G.o.dd.a.m.n tight," he growls, his jaw clenched shut.

It feels so f.u.c.king good.

"Let go, baby."

"Not yet," I whisper back.

He bites my earlobe and starts to slam into me even harder, gripping my a.s.s in one hand and pulling me tighter against him.

"Yes, now. Do it, babe."

And I can't stop. The o.r.g.a.s.m pushes through me with such intensity I can't even feel my teeth. I grip his a.s.s in my hands, and he cries out as he slams into me one last time and I feel him erupt inside me.

"Holy h.e.l.l, happy birthday to me," I murmur and feel him grin against my neck.

He rears back and pulls out of me, stands up and pulls me up into his arms, cradling me against his chest and carries me up the stairs.

"Where are we going?" I ask as I run my fingers through his hair.

"I'm not done yet. We're going to bed."

Holy s.h.i.+t.

There are many things that I love about my job. It makes me think, it's challenging, I'm surrounded by incredibly intelligent people. On the down side, it is fiercely compet.i.tive, and colleagues can be brutal. In my experience, women are especially catty. The men I've worked with have been driven, and don't involve a lot of emotion into work. There's just no time for it.

But women are a different breed. What is it with women and drama?

I'm not here to make friends, I have friends, but having an amicable working relations.h.i.+p with my colleagues is preferable. This hasn't been a challenge for me for the most part.

Until Carly Lennox.

Carly joined our firm last summer, and she hated me on sight. She's really good at plastering a fake smile on her pretty face in front of the bosses, but her eyes are cutting. She'd give her right t.i.t to throw me under the bus. I've managed to ignore her for the most part because she works on a different team, and I'm thankful.