Page 111 of Blissful Devotion

Her back is against the glass, chest heaving as I look down at her. I’d say she looked afraid if not for the way her pupils are blown wide as she chews on her bottom lip.

“Do you have any idea how much control I’ve been using just to be around you?”

Her brows pull in confusion, and I guess that’s a valid response considering I haven’t given her much context.

Bracing a hand on the glass beside her head, I lean further down, right into her space.

“I dreamt of you in that lingerie last night, Katherine. The way you looked as Oliver fucked you. How his ropes hugged your every curve, the colors, and how beautiful they looked against your soft complexion.”

Her eyes go wide as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, and I know I’m not the only one turned on by the thought.

“Oli has cameras in his room?” She doesn’t sound upset, only mildly confused, which is understandable. Once upon a time, we only had them outside and through the main floor, but after what happened last Christmas, we fit the whole house with them with Spencer’s help.

She learned about the cameras for the first time last year when we had to be at the office, and she thought she could do things like shovel the walk and climb tall ladders to put up decorations, so she’s no stranger to them.

“The whole house does now. I’ve never been one for TV, but I can’t seem to help tuning in whenever I’m away.”

The urge to touch her is too strong to resist for another moment.

Leaning in, I press my lips to her throat, ghosting them over her soft, milky skin. At the same time, I reach out, cupping her upper thigh right on the edge of her delicious ass, and slowly begin lifting her foot ‌off the floor, her knee coming up to brush against my hip.

“It was a shame Desmond didn’t fuck you with him. He could have fucked this pretty little throat or other places.” My lips drag over her skin with every word, and I feel the goosebumps that erupt everywhere from the sensation.

“I—I’ve never done that before.” She manages to get the words out as her eyes fall closed, and I hear the effect I’m having on her.

She’s mesmerizing.

Her confession doesn’t surprise me, not with how innocent she was and still is in many ways.

But we can always change that.

“That’s not the only option, you know.”

Fuck.

Nathan stands mere feet away with Kat pressed to the glass, her leg at his hip, his lips pressed to her neck, no doubt teasing the hell out of her, while talking about fucking her in the ass and double penetration of another kind, if my ears don’t deceive me.

I’ve never been harder.

Nathan’s eyes flick to meet mine, and any doubt I had in my ears is gone.

“We could show you,” he offers, and I watch her confusion play across her face before she follows his gaze, her eyes meeting mine from across the room.

Nathan lets her leg fall back to the floor, then leans down and whispers something in her ear that I can’t hear.

She turns the brightest shade of red I’ve ever seen, swallowing hard, then looks back at the glass behind her.

“It’s one-way glass, love. We can see out, but they can’t see in.”

Kat continues watching the crowd below for a moment longer before she moves. I watch as her hands come up, fingers slightly shaking as she undoes the first button on her jacket and then the next, steadier with each one.

She lets her coat fall to the floor before pulling her cute hat with the puffball off and letting it drop onto it. I sit mesmerized as she gathers her hair over one shoulder and turns, offering her back to Nathan.

Everyone had dressed up for the photos, but other than Nathan, the rest of us didn’t enjoy sitting in dress clothes for longer than necessary. Kat’s dress was beautiful, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like her better dressed down.

Her oversized turtleneck sweater is black, tucked into her green ‌plaid skirt that makes her eyes shine, and those damn boots…

Nathan moves to stand behind her, his hands falling to her hips before his gaze flicks up to meet mine with a smirk I haven’t seen since we were stupid kids.