Natalie Rushman In Iron Man 2 Novels & Stories

So tight, there was barely any space between them. “Oh, Richard,” Natasha chuckled, placing her hand on my husband’s chest, and I watched as that husband did nothing. I watched her, Natasha James, the perfect girl, blonde hair that glowed in the sun, blue eyes that caught the light, long legs, and a body that men would kill for. I stood there, unmoving, my mouth opening, but no words came out. They finally noticed me. Richard was the first to do so, and when he did, he pulled away from Natasha as if her touch burned him, staring at me.