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“I’m not sure but starting Monday I have a new nanny and the girls swore they’d be on their best behavior. Things should lighten up for me a little.” More time to adjust his schedule and have things get back to normal. Greta had Saturdays free too and could set up playdates with the girls’ friends. Once she survived one day with the twins, an invisible weight would lift from his shoulders.

“Sounds good. Let’s talk then.”

“Bye, Li.”

“Bye.”

Disconnecting the call, he leaned back in bed and debated calling Fallon. Ultimately, he decided to give her space, if that’s what she needed. Hopefully she’d call or text before she went to sleep.

But when he woke up in the morning, he still hadn’t heard from Fallon.

Chapter Eighteen

Fallon woke upthe next morning and immediately realized she hadn’t checked in with Noah when she got home. He thought she’d gone to her dad’s and had asked her to let him know she was home safe.

“Shit.” Picking up her cell, she sent off a brief text apologizing, explaining she’d had a headache and was planning to go home but Brooke had called so she’d gone out with her instead, and had forgotten to call him when she got home.

After stopping in the bathroom, she pulled on her robe and walked into the kitchen and made herself a cup of much-needed caffeine. She and Brooke had ordered another drink and this one had been much heavier on the vodka. They’d ordered some fried appetizers but the food hadn’t done much to soak up the alcohol. She had a slight headache this morning. Taking a long sip of coffee, she moaned at the rich flavor. Exactly what she needed.

She took a cup of Greek yogurt from the fridge and sat at her small table by the window overlooking the city and ate a light breakfast. Today was her first day to herself in a week and she debated what she wanted to do with it.

She’d spend some time painting, for sure, but first she wanted to visit with Clara. She wouldn’t call first because she did not want to argue and end up being talked out of going over. Her day decided, she picked up her mug and empty yogurt cup and cleaned up.

She returned to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and was about take a shower when the intercom app from the downstairs doorman buzzed on her phone. “Hello?”

“Ms. Sterling, you have a Mr. Powers here to visit.”

“Oh!” What was Noah doing there? “Send him up, please.” Tugging her robe tighter, she headed to the door to meet him.

Hearing the elevator ding in the hall, she cracked the door ajar, opening it when she heard his footsteps approach. “Noah! What are you doing here?”

“When I didn’t hear from you last night, I was worried.”

“I texted—”

“While I was already on my way over.” He grasped her hand and led her inside.

“Why didn’t you just call me?”

Once inside and the door closed, he took off his jacket, hanging it in the coat closet before spinning her around until her back was against the wall and he crowded in close. “Because I wanted to see you,” he said and captured her mouth in a kiss.

Her lips parted in surprise and he was ready, sliding his tongue inside. She didn’t know what had brought on this sudden visit but despite all the warnings in her head, she wasn’t complaining. He was everything she wanted in a man, sexy, caring, and protective in the best way.

Kissing him back came naturally and soon things got more heated. She slid her hands beneath his hunter green T-shirt and together they pulled it over his head. He tossed it onto the floor and she splayed her hands over his warm, bare chest, her thumbs grazing his nipples.

With a groan, he slipped his hands between them and tugged on the sash of her robe, easily releasing the silk tie. She shrugged her shoulders and the robe fell from her shoulders and she lowered her arms so the garment slid to the floor.

She shivered and he covered her breasts with both hands, warming her body and arousing her with the touch of his palms. Dipping his head, he pressed long, slow kisses down her neck, along her collarbone until her knees trembled and desire consumed her.

“I need you,” he said, undoing the button on his jeans and shoving them over his hips, snagging his boxer briefs as he pulled them down, then kicked them off.

Before she could blink he’d lifted her off the floor and she wrapped her legs around his waist, clasping her ankles at the small of his back just as he entered her with one smooth thrust.

He held her aloft with the strength of his body and the support of the wall behind her, his hips jerking upward with powerful drives she felt deep in her core. She locked her arms around his neck, looking into his hazel eyes, watching as they darkened, his jaw locked, and need filled his expression.

Every pump of his hips drove her higher, her own desire rising. One more shift of his lower body sent her soaring, her climax overtaking her.

“Noah!” She cried out his name, moaning through her explosive orgasm, which seemed to never end.

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