All Chapters of Kiss It Better: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Anastasia Sturm has never felt more wanted by any man until she met him.Nate Jackson.Hot. Empathetic. Kind. With a sweet tongue to boot. He tells her he's beautiful, protects her when he needs to, praises her to high heavens too. He lifts her spirits. Makes her feel wanted, and fills in the void in her heart no one else can fill.If she could marry Nate, she would.But Nate is forbidden.Why? He's her boyfriend's father.-------------------1 - Anastasia.“What have you got there, Anna?”I look up late to see Mom entering the room, and Dad trailing behind her. Quickly, with the speed of light, I snap my laptop shut and give them an awkward grin, which makes Mom snort, and Dad’s brows knit tightly together. “Have you been updating that gossip column of yours again?”I suppress an eye-roll. “Um...”“Don’t lie to us, Anastasia,” Dad says gruffly, his hands folded across his chest as he frowns at me deeply. I wasn’t expecting him to come to check up on me tonight. He rarely steps into my

“Nosy bastard,” Emerson cusses under his breath as he fires up the ignition and backs out of the driveway. “There’s really no cogent reason he has for following me this evening. He just wants to be a dick. Too nice for his own damn good.”“He’s still your father, Emerson. Do you have any idea where he’s headed?”He shrugs. “Don’t know. Don’t care. And you shouldn’t either. He’s a grown man. He knows how to handle himself.”“Of course.”“Guess what, baby?” Emerson is suddenly bright-eyed, excitement wafting off him. I push the thought of Nate to the back of my mind, and muster the best smile I can. “O’ve got my own place.”“What?” I shake my head in disbelief. “Stop messing with me.”“It’s true,” he laughs. “It’s right at the heart of town. You’ll love it.”“I can’t believe Nate let you,” I poke his arm. “Congratulations.”His smile fades, and he exhales, dragging a palm down his face. “Why do you have to be such a killjoy.”I’m taken aback. “I’m sorry, what? What did I do wrong?”“Sto

I try not to shit myself in joy as I step aside to let Nate in, his familiar scent of musk, Nivea aftershave, and vanilla engulfing my senses. This is the first time he’s stepping foot into my house, and it almost doesn’t feel real. In fact, I pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. That the popular, hottest, most talked about and one of the richest billionaires in all of Los Angeles is right here in my house, looking devastatingly dashing.He takes a few steps into the sitting room, and his presence fills the entire place up. But unlike his snotty, self-besotted asshole of a son Emerson, nothing reeked of arrogance or an over-bloated sense of importance in Nate’s demeanor. He assesses the place carefully. “You have a beautiful place. Your parents are phenomenal.”“Well, thank you,” I say happily. The way he speaks will never not impress me. So calm, so soothing, so...manly. And I love the fact that every word that comes out of his mouth feels genuine. There’s nothing in my heart

Halting at the doorway to calm my racing heart, I stop and stare at him. God really took his time with him. He's so fucking hot — an absolute vision of masculinity; big hands, well-proportioned body, devilishly handsome facial features, sitting there in his suit like he owns the place, my laptop on his lap, and his gorgeous emerald-green eyes scanning the screen as he goes over my blog. Just being this close to him has my body on fire, and my mind shuffling through a host of filthy, filthy fantasies I'd give anything to have him act out with me.Have him teach me passion. Every touch. Every word. Every taste.As quietly as I can do as not to distract his reading, I tiptoe over to the couch, set his glass of water down in front of him, and plop down in place beside him again. He looks up at me briefly with a smile, then goes back to his reading. I'm a bundle of nerves, but I do my best to remain calm as he finishes up reading. I don't know if he read deeper. My blog is three years old,

Nate continues tugging, and my pants continue moving down until they pass their sticking point on my hips and fall to the floor, leaving me completely naked before him. My chest rises with a sharp intake of breath. I feel as though I’m on the verge of something incredible, and when I look up into Nate’s eyes, I know I’m right.“Look at you,” he muses as he slips two fingers between my legs. I nearly jump at the sensation. “Perfect lips, no wonder you have a gorgeous little pussy too.”He takes my hand and guides it to the very obvious bulge in his pants, and I feel it – his cock, so hard and swollen, like a bat tucked down against his leg. I may never have touched a man like this before, but I’m aware enough to know that Nate has something serious going on down there.“I can’t take it any longer, Anastasia,” he says as he unbuckles his belt and begins to drop his pants. “I have to be inside you.”“Nate, I—”I want to explain to him that I’m a virgin, that this will be my first time an