Chapter 17

NATASHA’S POV Justin's hands gripped my thighs, kneading them as I moved on top of him. His hands roamed over my body, his lips hot against my skin. I closed my eyes, imagining they were Kade’s hands, Kade’s lips. It got easier to dive deeper into the fantasy with every thrust. They were roughly the same height; Justin had shaved his beard and was wearing the cologne I'd gotten him. I could pretend that the biceps under my arms were Kade’s. "Natasha," he groaned. My eyes flew open. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Not the man I wanted. The fantasy crumbled to pieces. I rolled off Justin and sat up. His face fell, confusion clouding his expression. "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" he asked. “Put on your clothes and get out.” He stood, reaching for the boxers he had discarded on the nightstand. I lit a cigarette, adjusting the strap of the black negligee I was wearing. "Don’t call my name when we’re together." He blinked. “What? Why?” “Get out,” I snapped, climbing off the bed and throwi