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 di
