Chapter 4

Katherine's Pov

“Um… I…” I stammered, not exactly knowing the words to say. Maybe something along the lines of ‘you are creepy for masturbating to my picture’? Or maybe ‘omg, I find you masturbating so hot even though it's creepy.’ And for some reason, I seriously could not take my eyes off the cock resting on his thighs.

“Answer me, Katherine. Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be home?” He asked again, his voice deeper.

“Well…” I laughed sheepishly, “Why don't you put that in first so we can talk? It's not very…” I looked down at his dick again and gulped, then forced myself to look back at his eyes. And hold on… Was that amusement I saw in his very beautiful eyes?!

“The nerve of you, Katherine. You walk in on my private time and you're expecting me to put my dick back into my pants.” Nathaniel crossed his arms, a very small smirk on his lips.

“Well… I won't be able to focus… gulp… If you keep on swinging that thing in my face so boldly,” I muttered, my ears burning as the words left my mouth.

Nathaniel’s small smirk widened into a dangerous, dark grin. He stepped closer, the heat radiating off his broad chest nearly wrapping around me. “Bold? You’re the one who pushed open my office door, Katherine. And right now, you aren't looking at my face. You’re looking at my cock.”

My face instantly caught fire. The sheer, unfiltered bluntness of his words hit me. I opened my mouth to defend myself, but my throat was so dry I could only emit a faint, embarrassed squeak. I tried to look anywhere else, the leather couch, the expensive paintings on the wall, the stray papers on the floor, but my eyes kept betraying me, snapping right back down to the heavy, thick weight of his penis dangling between his thighs. It was glistening with pre-cum, completely unbothered by my intrusion, and pulsing slightly. The more I looked, the more it called out to me.

When his shirt rode up slightly, I saw something that I never thought I would see. Tatoos. Along his v-line and his waist. They started from under his abdomen, jagged lines that led down to his cock and spread across his waist.

My eyes trailed, and I noticed that there were also tattoos on his arms too, but they were always hidden. Now that I was looking at him, it felt like I was noticing things that I never noticed before. Sure when I first saw him, I thought he was handsome but because I liked Damon, I never checked him out.

But now, this was was physically so hot that I could feel myself getting wet.

Nathaniel let out a low, rough chuckle at my reaction. He passed me entirely, his towering frame casting a long shadow over me, and stepped toward the door. The sharp sound of the deadbolt sliding into place echoed through the quiet room.

I spun around, my back instantly hitting the wall as panic, mixed with a sudden, suffocating surge of excitement flared in my chest.

“Why… why did you just lock the door?” I stammered, my heart hammering against my ribs so loudly I was certain he could hear it.

Nathaniel didn't answer right away. He turned slowly, his dark blue eyes locking onto mine with a predatory focus. He took one slow, deliberate step toward me, then another, until he was leaning forward, trapping me between his massive body and the hard wood of the door. The scent of his cologne and the smell of his pre-cum filled my senses, making my head spin.

He tilted his head, his gaze dropping down to my mouth before sliding deliberately down to his own waist. “Why do you think I locked it, Katherine?” he whispered, his voice a deep, gravelly vibration that sent a violent shiver straight to my core. “You’ve been staring at my cock since the exact second you walked in here. Tell me the truth. Are you interested?”

I gasped, my hands flying up to press against his solid, unbuttoned chest to keep him from crushing me completely. “I… I’m not! I am absolutely not interested in my boss, and I could never be!”

For a split second, I swore I saw a flash of raw displeasure ripple across his handsome features, a tight clenching of his jaw, a sudden darkening of his eyes. But just as quickly as it came, the look passed, replaced once again by that cold, mocking amusement.

“Never?” Nathaniel echoed, his hand coming up to grip the door right next to my ear, his thumb brushing lightly against a strand of my hair. “That’s a very strong word for a girl whose eyes are practically eating me alive. You’re practically drooling, Katherine. If you’re so uninterested, why are your fingers trembling against my chest right now?”

I couldn't think. My brain had completely short-circuited. The heartbreak from Damon, the anger at Hailey, the humiliation of the afternoon, it was all being violently incinerated by the sheer, overwhelming proximity of this man and the sexuality he was practically oozing. Every single thought in my head was being consumed by the image of his cock pressing against my ass. My mind ran wild, visualizing the fantasy of him pushing me against this very desk, spanking my ass and fucking me roughly until I forgot my own name.

Before my rational mind could stage a coup and shut my mouth, the overwhelming tension snapped inside me.

“Can I touch it?” I blurted out.

The room went dead silent. My own words bounced off the walls, sealing my fate. I froze, my eyes wide with horror at my own lack of control, staring up into the eyes of the most powerful, dangerous man I knew.

“You… want to touch me?” Nathaniel repeated, genuine shock filling his tone.

I guess it's too late to back down now.

“Yes. Can I?” I was no saint, I loved sex and I had no qualms doing it with my former best friend's brother, keyword, former. And I would definitely not pass on this chance to hold my boss’s dick in my palms. Besides, his younger brother had broken my heart, I would take this as a form of compensation.

The corner of Nathaniel's lips pulled into a smirk. “Of course.” He turned around and walked towards the desk, leaning on it slightly. “Have your fill.”