Chapter 2

Natalie heard the hotel room door click closed. Palmer was behind her as she walked into the reclaimed wood flooring. Her heels clicking on the wood. The sliding doors curtains were open and the lights from the Brooklyn Bridge poured into the room, illuminating it. The East River was midnight black in the night.

She could feel his breath on the back of her neck as he closed the gap between them. Palmer placed his hand on her neck, her nerve ending coming alive with each touch as he stroked her. She arched her neck to feel more of his touch. He kissed the base of the neck. His lips full and soft. Palmer’s tongue traced a line across her shoulder. His erection pressed against her back and his hands moved across her stomach, she felt them through her dress. She took a deep breath and smelled his clean male scent mixed in with beer and wood sage.

        Natalie twisted her lips, seeking his mouth. His chest to her back, his hands moving up her dress until they teased her nipples. She moaned and turned to face him as he pushed her against the wooden walls. The hardness between his legs felt enormous on her thigh. He moved his hand down and pushed her legs open, moving between them, his erection now pushing on her core. Natalie looked at him and saw that his eyes, that looked dark in the club, were a deep blue, intense with lust. His hand moved on her back until he found the zipper and pulled it down. Her dress dropped as his hands slid it down, leaving her in her black lace bra and panties. Palmer pulled back slightly to remove his t-shirt and then hoisted her up. Natalie wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her thighs, moving them toward the bed. 

        Gentling placing her on the bed, he dropped to drag her panties the rest of the way off, then unsnapped her bra pulling that off too. He stepped back and unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them down before quickly crawling onto the bed, his shoulders between her legs. She whimpered as he spread her legs and slid his thumbs into her slit, opening her. Natalie was wet, her pussy swollen with need. He gave a small growl of satisfaction that she was ready for him. He licked her in one long swipe from bottom to top, circling his tongue around her clit as he pressed two fingers into her.

“Oh!” she gasped. “That’s so…”

Palmer pushed his shoulders beneath her thighs, lifting her for better access. Then he sucked her clit while he fucked her with his fingers. Her juices flowed down his fingers. She was wet, and his dick strained with the need to be inside her.

“Fuck, you’re so wet…so hot,” he rasped out. His body stretched tight from holding back from his impulse of wanting to enter her and feel her pussy fasten around his throbbing dick. He wanted to give her pleasure first. 

She curled up off the bed, her hands digging into his scalp as she arched her hips and ground her pussy against his tongue. He stopped sucking and licked around her clit. Then he dropped down and replaced his fingers with his tongue, strumming her clit lightly with his finger while he licked into the hot slickness of her pussy.

Natalie spread her legs wider, thrusting her pussy into his face. “Ohhhh!” she groaned.

“I love the way you taste,” he told her when he came up for air. “You’re so fucking hot.”

He swirled his tongue around her clit again, then sucked until her moans turned to pants. He thrust two fingers into her and that sent her over the edge. She groaned and her body shook as she came.

Palmer speared his tongue into her because he wanted to taste her cum. Palmer reluctantly moved toward his discarded jeans and removed a condom from his wallet. Removing it from its foil, he rolled it down onto his staining cock.

 

She moaned as he crawled up her body. Inhaling deeply, the scent of rose and vanilla mingled with the musk of her arousal. He hooked one of her legs behind the knee and spread her wide. Her other leg wrapped around his hip as he sank into her. The velvety tight muscles of her pussy clamping his dick that it pulled a groan from him. It was like being burned with the sweetest heat. He gritted his teeth, every muscle in his body tightening with the need for release, but he held himself still. He wasn’t going to give her a two second thrill. If it was going to be one night, he wanted her to remember it.

“Oh, you feel so good,” he grunted. 

He pulled back until the head of his dick was at her entrance, then thrusted deep. Over and over until her eyes closed and her mouth dropped open. He watched as her boobs bounced. Reaching out, he cupped the handful of breast and teased the taut, dark nipple. Her leg pressed harder around his hip. She bowed out of the bed and bit down on his shoulder as she shook with her orgasm.

The pain from her bite and her quivering pussy made him come hard, jet after jet of semen filling the condom as he groaned into her hair.

 

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Palmer disembarked the yellow cab at a steel and glass industrial building in Brooklyn Navy Yard where the office of Global Security was housed. Isaiah, one of the co-owners of Global Security, was Palmer’s commanding officer in the Navy SEALs. When Isaiah left the Navy SEALs due to an injury that occurred during a military operation, he formed the company with another former Seal, Jeremiah.

Isaiah reached out when Palmer received a medical discharge from the Navy. He decided to join Global Security for a year to see if the job was for him or if he should move back home to Kamas and the family ranch.

Isaiah was the only one in the huge open plan office with large glass panes that overlooked the waterfront of the Wallabout Bay. Isaiah’s office space was closed off with frosted glass. The office was scantily furnished with a walnut L-shaped desk with a laptop and a desktop computer. Isaiah, seated in a black executive chair, was busying tapping away on the laptop. He looked up when Palmer walked into his office. He rose from the chair and took big strides toward Palmer. The two men greeted each other with a handshake, but Isaiah pulled Palmer into a bear hug and tapped him on the back.

“Man, it’s great to see you,” Isaiah said.

“Likewise,” Palmer said, grinning.

“Is it me, or have you gone smaller, less balky?” Isaiah joked as he perched on the table.

Palmer laughed. “Nah. It’s just you.”

He resisted the urge to flex his muscles. Isaiah always brought out childish behavior out of him. He reminded him of his older brothers, who were back home working the farm.

“I know you were supposed to take it easy this week. Get the lay of the land, but Adam called, and his wife went into early labor. A month early. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to throw you into the deep end. Good thing I know you can swim,” Isaiah said.

Palmer groaned under his breath. “What is it?”

“A protection detail on a rich girl. Her father is worried about her safety. Take a seat and I’ll fill you in on the job.”

Palmer sat on one of the black cushioned chairs facing the desk, while Isaiah tapped the laptop screen to wake it from its sleep state.

 

                                                                                  ***

 

Natalie woke in the hotel room, her body loose-limbed and sore from a night of soul-scorching sex. She glanced around and saw that Palmer’s side of the bed was empty. No sounds were coming from the bathroom. A frown creased her face. Was he gone? Her eyes caught a note by the bedside table and saw that he had jotted down his number and a message asking her to call him.

A half smile crossed her face. He was the man she got under to get over Aaden. That was all. She took the note and squashed it. Placing the squished paper on her fingertips, she shot it straight into the hotel bin. Contrition pinched at her heart as she saw the paper fall into the bin. But she shook it off. Her phone alarm beeped, alerting her that she had an hour until she had to meet her father. Her father had stressed in a phone call yesterday that she had to be at this meeting. No excuses. Promptly, moving out of the bed, she scampered to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Stopping at one of Makayla’s family boutiques that sold designer clothes in Manhattan, Natalie bought a charcoal-colored dress that she could wear and get out of last night’s clothes. She didn’t have time to go to her apartment and change if she wanted to make it to the meeting. After making the purchase, she hailed a cab to her father’s company on Park Avenue.