He glanced at her once more before turning toward the door, pulling it open with the same effortless confidence that he carried in every aspect of his life. Nathan set a slow, deliberate pace, his movements controlled but deep, each thrust measured to draw out her pleasure. Porn Then, a pause. Professional. A sharp pulse of need shot through her at the question, at the way his eyes—so dark, so sharp—searched her face. She heard the rustle of fabric as he adjusted his trousers, the soft metallic click of his belt being fastened. “The report?” he asked, his tone once again calm, businesslike. His touch was possessive but restrained as if savoring the moment before the inevitable.
