Page 72 of Healing the Heart

“Once. Years ago,” she half panted, half whimpered. “I didn’t care for it much.”

He grunted, squirted more gel where they joined, before resuming his slow penetration. “Then your inept partner wasn’t doing it right.”

Pausing his advance briefly, he pulled back, spread the lube over both of them, then leaned into her, stretching and filling her to mildly anxiety-producing extremes. He did it all one-handed. His other still busy rubbing and arousing. There was somuch going on down there, she found it hard to think, much less breathe.

As her pleasure increased with every flick of his thumb and rhythmic massage inside her, he sank in farther. Suddenly, she cared for it a lot and sped headlong toward climax. “I don’t...” she gasped.

“Something wrong, pet?”

She licked her lips and tried again. “I can’t—” she began, but halfway through it morphed into a moan.

Filled with almost all of him now, his thumbs and fingers ceaselessly driving her wild, she didn’t know how she’d keep from coming.

“I won’t be able to—” she tried telling him, but he pulled back, and on the verge of losing him, he reversed direction and filled her again. Fiona groaned because in no way, shape, or form could he be considered inept at this—or anything.

“I can’t wait, sir,” she finally got out as he retreated and surged inside again and again.

“You don’t have to, kitten. Come whenever you’re ready.”

His gruffly spoken words were still echoing in the room when an intense orgasm rocked through her. Fiona arched and shuddered hard. Noah leaned over her, using his body to keep her from flying off the desk. With her muscles rippling and contracting around him, he groaned, slowing but not stopping as he drove relentlessly inside her. And his thumb and fingers never stopped.

On the heels of one mind-blowing climax, another built. This time, as her body tensed, he kissed her fiercely, mouth and tongue claiming as insistently as the cock in her ass. His weight pinned her legs to her chest and her back to the desk. Folded in half like a taco shell opened her farther, allowing him to glide deeper. When waves of pleasure crashed over her for thesecond time, his deep groans mingled with hers, as he also found release.

Breathing heavily, their bodies clinging together, admittedly, feeling a bit sticky, a thought suddenly struck her.

“I hope these files weren’t important.”

He pushed up on his forearms and looked down at where they were joined. “They’re not originals, but the notes I made for Jonas and Trey are.”

“I guess they’re going to find out that we fucked around when they try to read them,” she said straight-faced then giggled.

He hissed and grimaced. “Don’t laugh with me still inside you.”

“Sorry,” she immediately replied, but the look on his face only made her laugh harder.

It faded an instant later when he withdrew, slipping from her body before she was ready to let him go. But just as she began to feel the absence, he scooped her up in his arms.

Surprised, and enthralled by his gallantry, she wrapped her arms around his neck, asking with a sigh, “Where are you taking me?”

“We’re hitting the showers.”

She rested her head on his shoulder, okay with that. Warm water, soapy wet skin, and Noah were a combination she thoroughly enjoyed.

“Don’t get sleepy on me, Miss Delacour. Afterward, you’ll be taking dictation and helping me recreate the work I’m supposed to turn in to the team in the morning.”

“Right,” she agreed drowsily. Good sex always made her sleepy. She could add a good spanking to that now. “Just so you know, I’m not good with clerical stuff. At work, I’m usually dictating, not the other way around.”

“Well, you’re about to get good. If it takes all night.”

She didn’t have the excuse she had to work in the morning, and he knew that.

“I suppose that’s the least I can do after finding out—twice.”

With a half snort, half laugh, he drawled, “I’m showering with you, kitten. Prepare to make that thrice.”

NOAH WAS THE BEST SLEEPaid ever, or she should say, Noah-induced orgasms were. He’d given her four that night, including another in the shower, and one more for each of them when they finally finished work at 4 a.m. and he put her to bed. She’d slept like a baby until he woke her for lunch at noon the next day.

At forty-three, the man had incredible stamina, especially considering he slept so little, but it explained how he accomplished so much, including juggling multiple jobs for the past several years. Not to mention the club.

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