All Chapters of Infraction: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

 When we returned home that evening, it was with held hands and tiny caresses. We were reconnecting. It seemed as if the pieces of our puzzle were locking into place. Each day, each session, was a struggle, but one we came out of a little bit stronger and closer.After our talk with Dr. Morgenson, things improved between us. Nathan’s affections retuned and he was talking to me, and in doing so I began to talk to him. Deep conversations, the façades stripped away, leaving us exposed.Dr. Morgenson was right; Nathan opening up caused me to open up naturally. It was painful, exposing the deepest parts of our fears and past heartaches, but at the end of the conversations we both agreed we felt a bit lighter, even though Nathan was feeling hostile toward my former family.I told Nathan more about my father and Cheryl and how, all the way up until I was taken from their custody, I had hoped, a foolish hope, that somewhere inside his darkened soul, my father did love me. It’s the wa

 Jack’s reveal still had me in shock days later. Not only did he know about Nathan and me, he orchestrated the entire thing. He said it was still going to be a few weeks before the new policy rolled out, and even then, Nathan and I were not safe. It allowed two people to be in a relationship as long as they were not in the same section, such as Nathan and me, or directly over someone.So, we would remain in hiding until we figured out what to do professionally. Overall, we thought it best to stay as is—secretive about our relationship. We didn’t need any added stress at the time.Nathan was acting strange. He had an overwhelming desire for me to see the remodeling of his condo. I reminded him I’d seen it a few weeks prior with Erin, so I didn’t know what he was going on about, but followed anyway.He held the door open and I hobbled through, where he picked me up and headed toward the darkened living room. He set me down and I turned in his arms, only to be blinded by the lig

 I felt a twinge in my neck and smiled. I was back to wearing scarves to cover the marks he left, so it was a good thing the cooler weather was moving in.Every moment we weren’t in the office, and sometimes when we were, Nathan had his hands all over my body, and I had mine on his. We couldn’t get enough of one another, drunk on the ability to finally touch each other again, and it was bliss.Every caress brought us closer, every kiss solidifying our connection.Work was busy, as usual, even with Owen’s help, but with the events of the previous days, even the Boob Squad couldn’t get me down. I was on cloud nine.Jennifer, in her usual cleavage-baring garment, cornered me in the middle of the week in the break room as I heated up my lunch.“You know, Delilah, if you weren’t such a frigid bitch I’m sure that someone out there would be willing to warm you up at night. I mean, I know you and Andrew had a thing once, though I have no idea what he saw in you, but I really think

 I awoke the next morning to hot kisses and breath on my neck, a hand on my breast, fingers in my pussy, and Nathan’s cock rocking against the swell of my ass. The second he realized I was awake, I was on my back and he was between my thighs, slipping his cock deep inside me.Best morning wake-up call ever.Later that morning I discovered how much Nathan liked the swimsuit Caroline found.So much he had the ties undone with me sitting on the edge of the dresser, fucking me senseless, within minutes of having put it on.I’d have to buy Caroline a massage or a nice dinner for her find.When we made it down to the beach, he couldn’t take his eyes off me, and I couldn’t even describe the feeling that evoked in me. Though it turned out there were others who also liked the swimsuit.I tried to brush off the looks I was getting. “They’re just staring at my scars.”“Fuck that, they’re looking at your sweet little body, baby.” He tugged me closer to his side, muttering under his b

 My eyes fluttered open, and I sighed at the clock on the wall, telling me it was only three in the morning. There was a weight in my hand, and I looked down to find Nathan asleep, his head resting on the bed, one hand in mine. His hands were bandaged, and I knew his neck had to be killing him from the angle.Lifting my free hand, I ran my fingers thought the silky strands of his hair. I took stock of my aches while I soothed myself by touching him. My neck was in immense pain when I moved it, so much that it was difficult to look down at him. Adam’s fingers bruised the muscle. My face was swollen in multiple places, giving me that beach ball like feeling again, and the taste of rust was on my tongue from the large split in my lip. I could feel the location of several places they stitched back together in my scalp and at my hairline. I clenched the muscles of my stomach and instantly regretted it.All in all, I came out better than I had most of the other times. It was, for th