Fight with Me (With Me in Seattle, #2)

“We’re here?” she asks sleepily and sits up to stretch, pushing her breasts out against that sexy dress and my cock immediately stirs to life.

I didn’t realize until I pulled in the driveway how nervous I am about tonight. Telling her that I have a surprise for her was the understatement of the year. This could be one of the most important nights of our lives, and I just pray to God I don’t fuck it up.

Jules grabs her handbag and I pull the large suitcase containing both of our clothes for the weekend out of the backseat and join her on the porch, unlock the door, and follow her inside.

The rental company I use to care for the house in our absence has been here like I requested, and I take a quick look around. There is a fire burning in the fireplace, the logs not burned too far down, telling me they were here recently.

Perfect.

The dining room table is set for dinner, and there are chafing dishes on the counter with our dinner being kept warm.

Jules drops her bag on the couch and turns to look at me, her pretty eyes wide and her mouth dropped.

“What is this?” she asks.

“I knew we wouldn’t want to cook.” I shrug, pretending that it’s no big deal.

“More of your minions?” she asks, making me laugh.

“Yes, my minions.”

I leave the suitcase at the foot of the stairs, planning to carry it up later, and flip on the sound system, satisfied as John Legend starts to croon out of the speakers.

Jules has walked over to the fireplace, looking at the flames, her arms folded over her chest. The light is bouncing off her beautiful blonde hair and pale skin, and I can’t resist her. I wrap my arms around her from behind and bury my nose in her neck, breathing her in.

“You are so sexy, Julianne.”

“Hmm,” she murmurs. “You’re not so bad yourself, ace.”

I smile at her silly nickname for me, then kiss her soft neck. “Come on, let’s eat.”

“Okay.”

We pile our plates full of delicious-smelling pasta and white sauce, salad and bread and I open a bottle of her favorite champagne.

“Wow, you went all out.”

“Wait till you see what’s for dessert,” I respond.

“Chocolate cheesecake?” she asks with a grin.

“You guessed it,” I respond. You so did not guess it, baby.

Goddamn it I’m nervous. I’m thankful that my hands are steady as I pour the pink champagne into flutes and we sit at the table to eat.

“To you,” I hold my glass in the air and she follows suit. “The most beautiful woman in the world.”

“I’ll drink to that,” she winks and sips her champagne and I can’t help but chuckle at her.

When our food is consumed, Jules jumps up and kisses me square on the mouth, and before I can grab onto her and pull her on my lap, she pulls back, flashes me that sexy grin, and says, “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

She leaves out the front door with her keys in hand, and then returns less than thirty seconds later with a large black box in her arms.

“What the hell is that?” I ask.

“Your birthday present,” she responds with a grin.

“Baby, you didn’t have to give me anything.”

Just please don’t say no. That’s the only gift I need.

“Uh, duh. Nate, it’s your birthday. Of course I got you a gift.” She clears our dinner plates and sets the box on the table before me. “Open it.”

I pull the lid off and peel back the silver tissue paper to find one framed photo resting on a photo album.

I pull the frame out and stare in awe at the photo. Jesus Christ, it’s her. It’s Julianne, but she’s not wearing any clothes. She laying on a bed, on her belly, and she’s smiling at me the way she does when she knows that I’m hot for her.

Fuck, I’m hot for her right now.

“Say something, ace.”

I look up into her uncertain eyes and grin. “You’re so damned beautiful.”

She smiles sweetly in relief and I lean over to kiss her, wrapping a hand in her long, soft hair. She pulls back and whispers, “Open the album.”

There are pages and pages of her, in the sexiest lingerie I’ve ever seen, wrapped up in a sheet, stark-ass naked, all in different poses. All sexy as hell.

I close the album and scoot my chair back and then pull her into my arms, her ass resting in my lap, and kiss the shit out of her. I run my fingers down her soft face, and over her breast, feeling the nipple harden as I play with it between my fingers. With a soft moan she stands, hikes her skirt up around her hips and straddles me.

“Right now, fast and hard, ace.” Her blue eyes are on fire with lust, and who the fuck am I to say no? She’s my every fantasy.

I rip her underwear in two and throw them on the floor as she smirks.

“I’ll buy you more next week.”

“Yes, you will.”

She unfastens my pants and I yank them down around my thighs, and suddenly she’s on her knees, my dick in her sweet little hands and her pink mouth is wrapped around it, sucking hard.

“Fuck, baby,” I gently grab her hair and guide her head up and down as she jacks me off with her fist. My balls tighten, and before she can make me come in her hot mouth, I yank her up by the shoulders and she straddles me again, guiding me inside her and all conscious thought evaporates. All I can think about is pounding in and out of that sweet *.

“Oh, Nate, yes.” She throws her head back and I kiss her neck as she rides me, thrusting up into her wet softness.

“Christ, you’re so wet, honey.”

“Mmm…” she moans, and her muscles tense around my shaft, and I can feel the orgasm building in her. She’s going to take me with her, and I start to move faster, cupping her ass in my hands and bringing her down on me harder.

“Oh, Nate, I’m gonna come, babe.”