Fight with Me Page 49

“Movie night!”  I bounce in my seat, excited.  We always go out on opening night when one of Luke’s movies opens.  He’s no longer an actor, but he still works in the industry as a producer, securing backing from studios and wooing actors and directors.  And he’s awesome at it.

“I don’t know if we’ll make this one,” Luke says uncertainly and looks over at Olivia sleeping soundly in her bouncy seat.

“Oh, she’ll be fine.  We’ll take her with us.  She’ll sleep through it.” I wave him off and Natalie nods.

“She’s a good sleeper, she’ll be okay.” Natalie agrees with me. “Or, your mom will be happy to come watch her for a few hours. We’ll figure it out.”

“Okay, movie night it is.”  Luke smiles like a kid.

I look up at Nate and rub my hand along his thigh under the table.  “Sound good to you?”

“It’s a date.”

“Good.  Now,” I look over at Luke and give him my sweet smile, the one I use when I want something.  “When are you going to do a girl movie?”

“Uh, that’s not really my style, Jules.”

“I want a girl movie.”  I pout.  “Something with Zac Efron.  Have you seen him lately?”  I look up at Nate and he’s scowling at me.

“Why am I asking you?” I look over at Natalie.  “Have you seen him lately?”

“He was beautiful in The Lucky One,” She sighs and I nod.  We watched that one together last month at my place.

“We want Zac Efron.”  I turn back to Luke and smile.

“You are so getting spanked when we get home,” Nate whispers down to his plate and my thighs clench.

Holy shit.

Natalie’s eyes narrow on Nate’s face, but I shake my head at her, silently telling her that this is really okay.

“You don’t like romantic shit,” Luke remarks and frowns at me.

“I don’t like watching you lay the romantic shit on my best friend, pal.  It’s disgusting.  This,” I gesture around the room with my hands, “is not a movie.  But I do like watching Zac Efron, Channing Tatum, and a number of other hot actors lay on the romantic shit in a movie.  I have a vagina.”

“I’m aware,” Luke remarks earning a glare from Nate.  “Although, not first-hand,” he quickly adds.

“So,” I continue.  “If you could work on that, I’d appreciate it.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”  Luke smirks and drinks his wine, and Natalie winks at me.  Olivia makes a squeaky noise, and I automatically lean over to her and plug her binky back in her little mouth.

“There you go, baby doll.”

Natalie smirks at me and I look over at her.  “What?”

“No babies, huh?” she murmurs, and all three of them look at me, Nate’s eyes are molten grey.

“Don’t be a bitch, Nat.”

“Just sayin’.”

***

Nate and I drove to Luke and Natalie’s straight from work, so we drove separately.  He’s following me back to his place.  I thought we should stay at mine since its closer, but he insisted we go back to his, so we stopped by the house so I could pack some clean clothes and drove on to his place.

I park in my spot in the parking garage, and wait for him to pull in alongside me.  He takes my suitcase from me and I take his free hand, linking our fingers together as we walk to the elevator.

“Did you have a good time?” he asks.

“Of course.  I always enjoy them.  You?”  As the elevator doors close he turns me into his arms and cups my face in his hands, pulling my lips up to his.

“I always enjoy them too, but I’m very glad to have you all to myself.”

“Yeah?  What are you going to do with me?” I ask against his lips.

“I’m going to take a shower with you, and then I’m going to tie you to my bed and fuck you.”

Holy fuck.

“You’re going to tie me?” I whisper, gazing into his bright grey eyes, clutching his upper arms in my hands.  He removed his suit jacket and tie at Nat’s place, and his white dress shirt is unbuttoned to the top of his sternum and the sleeves are rolled to his elbows.

He’s so sexy.

“I am.”  He nibbles the side of my lips, sending tingles straight down to my groin, and I moan.  “I’m going to tie you up and touch you everywhere.  Kiss you everywhere. You.” Kiss. “Are.” Kiss. “Mine.”

I take a big, shaky breath and free his hair from the hair-tie, running my fingers through it.  “I love it when you talk to me like that.”

“Do you?” he asks as the elevator doors open and he leads me out, through the hall and into his apartment.

“You know I do.”

“I know that you’re sexy as fuck and I can’t get enough of you.  I know that I love how smart you are and I know that I never know what’s going to come out of that fuckable mouth of yours.”  He closes and locks the front door and leaves my suitcase at our feet, pulling me through the great room toward the bedroom.

I unbutton his shirt, walking backward, and push it off his shoulders, letting it fall in the hallway.  He unzips my skirt and it follows.  By the time we cross the threshold into the master bedroom, we’re naked, having left a trail of clothing behind us.