Forgotten Truth (The Forgotten Series Book 1) by Virginia Wine Page A

last. I love feeling this power over him. That it’s me that’s giving him this sweet torture.
    “Oh hell, Bryer. This is so fucking good. You have to stop, or I’m going to come,” he moans.
    I continue the assault on his cock, giving it my best effort. His hands grip my hair hard.
    “Oh baby. I feel you. I’m gonna come. You’re so sexy with your lips wrapped around my cock.” He cries out as he thrusts deep into my throat, moaning my name loudly as he comes. “Jesus, Bryer. You’re very good at that.” His breath still unsteady.
    “Am I?” I smile, knowing I want to do that all over again.
    “In a very good way.”
    He washes my hair. He’s slow and methodical but also sexy and intense. Then he allows me the same honor. It connects us, and I feel protected, safe, when he’s close. I’m terrified I’ll never want to let him go.
    Nathan stands and reaches for a towel. “Come, baby.” He holds his hand out for mine.
    I stand and he wraps me in the heated softness.
    “Hmm…warm.” The comforting heat makes me moan, and I admire the view as he wraps a towel around his waist.
    “Let me find something comfortable to put on before our food arrives,” he says. “I’ll give you a few minutes.”
    I brashly reach up and kiss him hard, fully aware of where my mouth was just moments ago. He doesn’t hesitate and meets my tongue with passion. Then he leaves me to finish with my girly tasks. I towel dry my hair, knowing it will just curl.
    Then I reach for my white gown. I got this as a sample from work. One of the reasons I love my job. It was mine the minute I saw it. It’s white silk with spaghetti straps. A low v-neck shows too much cleavage to go unnoticed. But my favorite part is the two-foot train that flows behind me. I feel like a princess when I walk and it follows. I slide it over my body in one fluid motion, and when I looked in the mirror, I feel beautiful.
    Air catches the train and lifts it as I slowly walk barefoot down the long hallway. I enter the open living area where I see Nathan by our dinner cart, lighting a candle. His eyes meet mine and take a slow tour down my body then back up again. He doesn’t notice the lit match burning out.
    “Oh hell,” he mutters as he drops the match and shakes his hand. I find humor in his clumsiness. It proves this god–like creature is human after all.
    “Bryer,” he draws out my name. “You look like a goddess.” I smile and lower my head. “Come here, baby.” He motions with his finger. “You’re exquisite in that gown.”
    As I meet him at the table, my eyes reach his. “Thank you.”
    “You will be quite the distraction during dinner.” His eyes travel up and down slowly and he grins. “That gown is elegant, and so sheer I can see through it.”
    I smile. “Is it? I was going for Hollywood glam.”
    “Well, you achieved it. Now please have a seat while I still have the strength to have dinner with you, and not have you for dinner.”
    He holds out my chair and I sit, then I watch him take his seat. Now shirtless, he wears black silk pajama bottoms that hang low on his hips, displaying pure perfection.
    “I hope you like lobster, baby.”
    “Who doesn’t?”
    He lifts the silver lids and the dinner looks like a piece of art.
    “Flowers, Nathan? You think of everything.”
    “No, actually I don’t. This is a rare occurrence. Maybe it’s the company I’m keeping.” He smiles at me.
    “I may be a bit smitten,” I confess. “Your thoughtfulness is impressive.” The yellow roses sit in a vase between us. They are my favorite flower, but there’s no way he could know that.
    “I simply thought of you.”
    “I’ve never—”
    “Never what?”
    “I’ve never been treated like this before.”
    “Bryer, I’m completely in,” he says, making my heart beat like a kettle drum. “I want to prove it, show you.”
    He pours us each a glass of wine, but he drinks water instead. “So tell me what your schedule looks like