The camera flashes like lightening in rapid succession but I keep my smile in place, used to it. I look over the photographer's head at Delilah who's watching me attentively, biting her lip as she bounces Zack on her lap. When she drags her eyes away from my body and catches me watching she flushes. I wink back at her and enjoy the fact that she's enjoying me. I can't help but think about how I fucked her doggy-style this morning and am seriously craving a repeat. Fuck, she was wild today and I barely managed to hold on long enough to make it a great fuck.

"Sexy look in the eyes. I like it." The photographer approve and moves to a different angle.

I laugh softly at the truth of her words. "Being in the same room as my girl will do that to me."

She pulls the camera away from her face to grin. "You two are ridiculously cute."

Then she turns to Delilah. "Are you sure you don't want to be part of the cover?"

Del shakes her head. "My readers loved Nate on the last cover so I want them to be thrilled that he's on this one, too."

"But I really think they'd go insane if it was the two of you together. They know by following you on social media that your cover model is your boyfriend and that's what's drawing them. They love that your real story is just as romantic as your books."

"I'm awkward when I get my picture taken, Nancy."

"I beg to differ. Those Humanitarian Awards shots were incredible."

"She's right, Angel." I hold my hand out to beckon her. "C'mon, baby. I promise I'll make you feel comfortable."

She hesitates. "I don't know."

"I have an idea." Nancy snaps her fingers. She drops the camera from her hands to let it dangle around her neck and uses her fingers to create a frame that she peeks through. She examines me through the square she's made with her thumb and index finger, tilting her head. Then she nods and gestures at Delilah. "Get up here."

"What?"

"Just trust me. I won't incorporate your face."

"But—"

"Trust me, Del."

She bites her lip then reluctantly nods. She straps Zack in his car seat and hesitantly walks over to me, burrowing into my side. I wrap an arm around her protectively and kiss the spot under her ear knowing it'll relax her. I feel her shoulders drop when she sags against me and smile. She loves it when I kiss her there.

Nancy watches us scrutinizingly, tapping her finger on her chin. There's a knowing glint in her eyes and she smirks a moment later.

Del and I don't say a word as Nancy begins rearranging us. She positions Del behind me and brings her arms around to my front. She places one of Del's hands on my stomach and the other to grip my jeans. I peek at Del over my shoulder who stares back at me bewildered.

"What's happening?" She whispers.

"I don't know." I whisper back and waggle my brows. "But I like it."

She giggles and gives me a reprimanding look.

"Okay, Delilah. Dig your fingers into him real tight. Pretend he's about to vanish into thin air."

Del hesitates a moment but follows Nancy's instructions and presses her fingers into me, even slipping a couple of fingers under my jeans. I hold back a groan as desire grips me. What I wouldn't give to be alone with her in this room and fuck her brains out against the wall.

"Perfect." Nancy nods. "Nate, be cool. Droop those shoulders and pocket your hands."

I do as I'm told and Nancy steps back to examine us. She nods again in approval and picks up her camera, the flash going off rapidly as she takes a hundred shots a minute. I can feel Del pressing her forehead into the middle of my back and feel her lips softly kissing my skin a moment later. I break out into goosebumps.

"Angel." I say deeply under my breath.

"Yes?" She whispers back. There's a teasing note in her voice. She knows exactly what she's doing to me.

"When we get to my club, I'm going to fuck you long and hard in my office."

I hear her breath hitch and it's my turn to smirk. Nancy raises a brow quizzically at our hushed voices and I grin back innocently. She rolls her eyes knowing I'm full of shit.

A few moments stretch out before Del speaks again, her voice so quiet I have to strain my ears to understand what she's saying. "Can you do it with your suit on? I love how you look in it, like a lethal businessman or something."

I have to laugh at that and I drop my voice even more. "Yeah? That a fantasy of yours?"

"Honestly? Yeah."

I hold back another groan. This fucking girl. "You got it, baby."

She kisses my back again and I lightly shudder at the featherlight touch.

"These are so sensual." Nancy looks down at her camera as she goes through the pictures. "Seriously, you two. The readers will go insane for these shots especially knowing it's the two of you. That fact alone is the perfect marketing strategy."

She takes the strap off her neck and gives us a thumbs up. "I have everything I need. I'll send you the edited cover by the end of the week, Del."

"Perfect." Del unwinds herself from me and I think I may actually pout at the loss of her touch. "Thank you so much, Nance."

"I had a fantastic time as usual." Nancy hugs Del with an affectionate pat on the back. "Can't wait to do this again."

She pulls away to smirk at me. "Make sure you lock that office door when you get to it."

Del's jaw drops and I burst out laughing at the unexpected comment. Nancy's smirks widens when I confirm her words with, "You heard that, huh?"

"Don't mind me." She waves her hand. "You two are hot, hot, hot. I'm seriously going to be experimenting with my girlfriend tonight."

"You're welcome?" Del mumbles behind the hand covering her face.

Nancy laughs and pecks her on the cheek. "Talk soon, pretty girl."

She bends and squishes Zack's face lightly, who squeals back and tries to eat her hand. She laughs and coos, "Bye-bye, honey."

Zack's face immediately falls like she knows she's leaving. I have to smile at that. Little man loves everyone with that tiny heart of his.

Nancy waves to us and leaves the studio with her equipment a moment later. Instantly, Del's hand smacks my shoulder.

"What was that for?" I ask even though I already know the answer.

"She's going to think I'm sex-crazed, Nathan." She glares and places her hands on her hips.

"And what's so bad about that?" I grip her waist and pull her flush against me. She stares up at me with those wide grey eyes, her cheeks turning pink. I tease the hem of her t-shirt with my finger and eye the hint of cleavage with unrestrained interest. My voice drops several octaves. "Last I checked, you love it when I fuck you wherever and whenever. You know there's no limit to how many times I want you."

Her chest expands with a harsh breath and I groan softly when her breasts brush my bare skin. I have to physically stop myself from ripping her clothes off right here.

"We can't." She says, reading my mind. "We have to be at your club in a couple of hours and I need to get ready."

"Fine by me." I nip her ear and smile when I feel her body shudder. "I meant it, you know. About fucking you in my office."

"And I meant it about doing it with your suit on." She whispers back.

I groan again, kissing her neck and sucking the skin as my lips travel upwards until they meet hers. Our tongues slide against each other and I kiss her like it's the last time I'll ever get to do it. Every kiss is like that with her.

Eventually I have to pull away when Zack starts getting fussy. Poor guy usually ends up waiting way too long once Del and I get going. I don't blame his impatience at all.

"Sorry, little man." I take him out of his car seat and he babbles excitedly. He puckers his mouth, already knowing I'll want a kiss, and I have to laugh at how smart he's getting. I give him a peck and hold him with one arm, my other hand holding on to Del's as we walk out of the studio. I smile graces my face just because. I've never felt more whole in my life.

***

"This what you wanted?"

An audible breath escapes Delilah as she eyes me in my suit. Well — most of it.

I put my own twist on it by ditching the dress shirt and leaving me in just the suit jacket and tie. This is exactly how I looked when I modelled for her first book cover and something tells me the book nerd in her will appreciate this look so much more.

My thoughts are only confirmed when she replies with a breathless, "Yes. This will definitely do it."

I lock the door behind me and saunter over to her, her pretty ass perched on the edge of my desk. "Good because it's you I'll be doing."

She bites her lip and my breath picks up, my gaze zeroing I'm on the way her white teeth tease just a bit of her hot pink mouth. I can feel my body come alive when I drag my eyes all over her, something like a croak getting caught in my throat when she hesitantly lifts her skirt to her waist and showing me what she has on underneath — nothing.

"Angel." I choke out. Even to my own ears my voice sounds deeper than I've ever heard it.

Nothing turns me on more than seeing Del confident. I don't care what she looks like because I love her for her. Knowing that I've helped her become more brazen and open with me, though? That had to be the sexiest thing about her.

"Is this okay?" She whispers and lifts herself further up on my desk. I almost fail at holding back my smile. She really has no idea how addicting she is to me and how nothing she does when we fuck could possibly be wrong.

Fucking Del has made me a goddamn animal. I genuinely can't remember being inside any other woman than her. The way she fits so perfectly with me, the sweet moans she gives me with every thrust I give her, watching her come out of her shell the more I pound into her, has drawn out emotions in me I never knew existed. I've never felt this sense of possession over anyone before. My sweet girl has made me a very, very bad man. I'm no longer "nice guy Nate" once I'm inside of her. I'm lethal and she loves every fucking bit of it.

"It's perfect." I answer her question while unbuckling my belt. I'm not sure she can hear me right now with how concentrated she is on my hands as they tug my dress pants and boxers just low enough that my cock springs out. Her eyes flash when she gets a good look at it, licking her lips and probably not even realizing how sexy she looks right now. "Spread your legs, baby. Show me what I want."

The familiar blush I love so much takes over her cheeks but she follows my instructions anyways, spreading her legs and holding on to the edge of the desk for support. I groan low in my throat once her pussy is on full display for me. I grow harder at every long look of the pink and slick flesh, can practically feel her walls gripping me tight, and my cock jumps against my stomach in excitement and anticipation. I've fucked her in every position I can think of and still haven't had enough. Not even close.

Once my condom is rolled on I grab her by her waist and lean my body forward so that hers slightly leans back. Her hips naturally lift just the slightest bit upward and line up perfectly where my cock waits.

"You do it." I tell her and elaborate when her brows draw together in obvious confusion. "Put me inside of you."

"Oh." She says quietly, eyes going a little wide. She smiles a little shyly and nods. "Okay."

I smile back in encouragement but it doesn't last very long. Soon the only thing I can do is choke out a quiet "fuck" when Delilah's hand grips me and nudges me forward, my cock sliding into her entrance with total ease. Unable to stand upright and feeling weak in my knees, I grip the desk too and focus on not coming in the next five seconds. She feels so good I can only see stars. Her tight heat pulses around me and I pull in a much-needed breath, my abdomen clenching painfully. How the hell can she possibly feel this amazing? How can this be so fucking good?

I moan slightly when her hands sneak their way inside my suit, sliding around my sides to my back where her nails dig into the skin. I hiss in pleasure and start rocking my hips against hers. Delilah's head falls back and I can't resist bringing my mouth down to suck on the exposed skin. I nip her earlobe and smile against it when she gasps in response. Her nails drag down my back lightly and the sensation only spurs me on, causing my hips to move faster. I use one of my hands to sneak it under her ass and hold her in place when my movements become rough enough that she starts sliding backwards. She reaches behind her and grips my chair tightly, her other hand accidentally knocking over a binder on my desk. She winces but it immediately dissolves into a breathy moan as her head falls back when I hit a spot so deep inside of her I know I'm the only one who's done it. I thrust hard again and go just as deep, her entrance sliding on my pelvis as our hips come together. My thighs tighten at the sensation of being so far inside of her that I can't tell where she ends and where I begin.

"Shit." I grunt out, staying inside her and rolling my hips.

"Oh." She moans softly, biting her lip again.

I know she isn't trying to tease me on purpose but I grow restless enough that I capture her face in one hand and yank it to me, my mouth crashing down on hers. Her surprised gasp is drowned out by the sound of my pleased groan when I slip my tongue over hers and tantalize it until she's squirming. Needing to feel as close to her as possible, I hook my hands under her thighs and lift her up. I walk us over the couch and drop on it without pulling out of her and adjust her in my lap when we're seated.

"Ride me." I demand against her mouth and nip it.

She holds on to my shoulders and lifts herself up before slamming back down just like I taught her. Memory of the first time she rode me and what a fun lesson it was only turns me on even more and I know I'll be done in a few thrusts. I help her out by gripping her ass tightly and guiding her up and down over my cock, the sound of our slick and wet fucking completely undoing me. I cry out into her mouth when my hips jerk up and hold her body down as my release hits me. I keep us locked tightly together and my kisses become harder, my lips feeling practically bruised as I capture her mouth between mine over and over.

A minute later I sag in satisfaction but my job isn't done yet.

"Your turn to come, baby." I lift her off my dick and before she can ask what I'm doing, I place her knees on the top of the couch on either side of my head and close my mouth over her pussy.

"Nate!" Her fingers dig through my hair tightly. She's practically yanking the strands but that's fine with me. "Oh my God. Oh, that's it."

My tongue nudges her entrance and slips right in and I groan at her taste. I slide my tongue back out and flick it over swollen bud before sucking it into my mouth, my index and middle finger entering her next. When she starts to quake against me, I use one hand to hold her ass and keep her in place while she comes all over my mouth, unable to keep her moans as quiet as I know her to be. I hum in approval and don't stop eating her up, even when I feel her body start to settle down. When she grows still I finally release her and nudge her back down on my lap, gripping the back of her head and kissing her just because it's my favourite thing to do.

We make out for a solid ten minutes and I can feel myself nearly ready for a second round when she pulls away.

"I don't understand how that just keeps getting better and better." She shakes her head, smiling shyly. "Not to mention dirtier."

"We're definitely porn worthy." I agree and she giggles, smacking my shoulder.

"You make me a bad girl, Nathan Hunter." She gets off of me much to my dismay and groans of protests before rifling through her bag nearby. She pulls out a pair of modest panties and slips them on underneath her skirt, patting the material down in place. "I can't believe I went that long without panties underneath a mini skirt. The things I do for you."

"And I appreciate them all, baby." I grin at her. "I'll gladly repay you in more orgasms."

"You better." She smiles. "We should go now. The gang is probably wondering where we are."

"I'm sure they know where we are and what we were doing. You weren't exactly quiet, Angel. The noise of my club can only hide so much."

Her face reddens some more. "Again? Why is it that I never realize how loud I am when I'm with you? Your penis must have some magic voodoo or something."

I throw my head back in laughter and stand up to make my way over to her. "I'm not sure if I should thank you for that."

"You should." She nods solemnly. "You give me more orgasms in a day than I even knew were possible."

I smirk. "Not going to argue with you there."

That has her rolling her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Let's go before your ego gets big enough that the clubbers downstairs can see it."

I snicker but follow her out of my office nonetheless after putting on a dress shirt and running my hands through my hair to make myself look presentable. We descend the stairs hand-in-hand and some of my usual customers hoot and whistle when they see us. Delilah hides into my side while I wink at our spectators, wrapping an arm around my girl and keeping her out of view. Her shyness will always be a part of her but I love it. It's one of the first qualities I fell in love with.

"Hey, guys." I greet our friends when we reach them at the bar. They pause their conversation to turn to us, eyeing our appearance.

"Well, well, well." Cameron drawls. "It looks like I missed yet another private strip show. You have got to stop hogging him Delilah or we're going to have problems."

I roll my eyes while Delilah laughs under her breath, burrowing deeper in my hold.

"Sorry, Cam." She tells him in a soft voice.

"Aw, it's okay." He winks at me. "If I had him I wouldn't be able to get enough either."

I snort and flip him the bird.

"Heard you're back to performing." Jax cuts in and throws Cameron a dirty looks. Cameron blows a kiss back. Typical.

"Yeah. I kind of missed it." I admit.

"So did we." Avery wiggles her brows and I have to laugh at Cam's expression which is torn between offence and agreement.

"The place is packed today." Emily looks around. "Are you going to perform?"

I nod and Jax immediately scowls and turns to Em. "Will I sound like an asshole if I ask you to cover your eyes?"

"Yes."

"Then I guess I'm an asshole."

She shakes her head with a smile, tipping her head up to kiss him. The kiss only stays appropriate for about to seconds before the rest of us have to look away, more than used to the PDA.

I'm not at all surprised that Cameron remains staring. His eyes squint. "I still don't know how he does that thing with his tongue."

"Oh my God." Asher mumbles and yanks him away by the ear, earning Cam's yelp.

"A little help?" He waves his arm at Wolfe to get his attention. The big guy takes a slow sip of his drink and makes a show of looking away, staring out at the crowd instead. Cameron pouts. "I thought we had a connection, man."

Even Wolfe can't ignore that and he reluctantly yanks the back of Asher's shirt and frees Cam.