NovelOnlineChapter 1439: "I'll take care of this," Nate said.
Those few words lifted a weight off Corrine's shoulders.
Relief softened her eyes, and a light smile formed on her lips. “Then I'll leave it to you." She stood up to leave, but Nate caught her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe leaned close, breathing in her scent. His voice, deep and rough, brushed against her skin. "Just 'leave it to you'? That sounds too casual." His hand slid slowly down her back, stopping at her waist.
The touch sent a slight shiver through Corrine.
Her lashes trembled. She looked up at him, wary. "What do you want?" She had spent enough twith Nate to know his patterns.
He was calm and composed by day-but once night fell, he rarely kept his hands to himself.
Just remembering their passionate encounters made her heart skip.
Nate raised a brow, his smile playful. "The way you said that-it sounds like you'd agree to anything." "Don't push your luck," she snapped, cheeks burning.
He chuckled. "Got any plans tomorrow?" The sudden change threw her off. She paused, then said, "Nothing in particular." Nate brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. "There's a party tomorrow night. Cwith me." "A party?" Corrine's eyes lit up.
Since they got together, they'd never shown up at any public event as a couple.
Not because they were hiding anything, but because Nate preferred to keep a low profile.
Corrine wasn't a fan of social scenes either, so they simply never made it a priority. But this tfelt different. Nate's decision to attend with her piqued Corrine's curiosity.
Nate seemed to guess her thoughts and whispered, "It's the opening for the bidding competition." Realization flashed in Corrine's eyes. "Then I'd better get srest and look my best."
She was about to walk away, but Nate pulled her back into his arms again. He held her tight, his voice low and magnetic. "A little less sleep won't hurt." Corrine gasped as he lifted her, and her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.
The night unfolded behind closed doors-with pleasure-filled moans and whispered names.
By morning, Corrine woke and lay still, staring at the ceiling. The air was heavy withda'st night's passion. The memories clung to her like mist.
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