Chapter 23

MELANIE Nathan flashes an arrogant grin. Did I really just agree to this? Yes. Yes, I did. Because the way he stormed in here a few moments ago calling me his wife, despite being possessive and asshole-ish, was spectacularly hot. And this thing between us has been brewing for weeks. We’re going to have to have sex eventually if we’re going to have kids, and if I’m honest, I assumed he would have pushed for it before now. But this … this feels all about me. I can count on two fingers the number of guys who were patient enough to make me climax, but if Nathan James does sex like he does everything else in his life, I’m willing to bet he’ll refuse to give in until he makes it happen. “How do you prefer your orgasms, Mrs. James?” He asks the question so casually while he rolls up his sleeves like he means business. The sight of his thick forearms render me mute until he tips my chin up with his forefinger. “Well?” I blink at him. “What?” “Would you like me to use my fingers? My mouth? Bot