Page 29 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
I feel my cheeks warm, and I laugh softly. “Thanks,” I say, a little embarrassed. “I just like to sing while I work.”
Amy overhears and joins in, laughing. “Yeah, she sings all the time. You should hear her when she’s really into it.”
The compliment stays with me as I finish up, and for the first time in a while, everything feels like it might just be falling into place.
I’m finishing up my shift, drying the last of the glasses, when I spot Noah stepping into the bar. His presence is unmistakable, and the energy in the room shifts immediately.
“Hey,” he says, his voice smooth but carrying a hint of seriousness. “We need to talk.”
Amy, who’s putting away a bottle of gin, looks up at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, no problem,” she says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “See you later tonight... maybe.”
The words hit me with a pang, and I notice Noah stiffen slightly. It’s like a small jab, but I can tell it rubs him the wrong way. I try to cover for Amy, knowing she’s just messing around, but I can feel the tension in Noah’s posture.
I smile awkwardly at him before turning back to Amy and grabbing my jacket. “All right, Amy. See you later.”
Noah doesn’t say anything at first, but when he looks at me again, there’s a flicker of amusement in his eyes, though he’s still a little on edge.
“Amy lives with me, Noah,” I remind him gently as I walk toward him. “It would be impossible to keep this from her. She’d wonder where I am every night. So... yeah, it’s just her way of teasing me.”
He lets out a deep breath, visibly calming down. “Fair enough,” he says, a smirk forming on his lips. “But if you want to spend the night again... I’m not complaining. Especially if you’re going to sing for me. Your voice is incredible.”
I laugh a little nervously, but I can’t help but smile. “I think that sounds like a great idea,” I say, my voice softening.
Noah’s grin widens as he steps closer, his eyes locking with mine.
The night just got a whole lot more interesting, and as we retreat back to his penthouse, I realize we’re slowly taking on a routine.
I’m not nervous about showing my body to him anymore. I used to be nervous he would expect more. After all, he’s so wealthy, he could have any woman.
I know the kind of perfect, beautiful women that rich guys can pull. However, Noah makes me feelwhole. He makes me feel sexy in a way that no other man ever has. The way his lips trail over my body, the way he thrusts into me so rhythmically I can’t help but cum all over him.
Noah brings a level of confidence out of me that I never thought I could achieve, and it makes me feel likeI need him, which scares me.
I decide to show him my gratitude, sucking him off slowly and sensually, bringing him nearly to a head before teasing him and just swapping my deep strokes for flicks of my tongue.
Before long, he’s pulling me to my feet, bending me over the kitchen counter, and fucking me across the marble top. My nipples are rock hard against the cool marble, and somehow, the extreme difference in temperatures brings me to an orgasm faster than normal. I gush against him, screaming his name, my knees shaking underneath me.
He playfully slaps my ass before dropping to his knees and sucking my pussy dry.
It’s late now, and the soft glow of the city lights outside the windows illuminate the room as I lie next to Noah in his bed. We’re tangled in the sheets, our bodies still humming from the intimacy we just shared.
The warmth of his skin against mine is comforting, and I feel peaceful, almost like everything in my life is finally aligning.
But then, just as I start to drift into that peaceful state, I hear it. The chime of my phone, sharp and sudden, cutting through the quiet. My heart jumps in my chest, and I feel a wave of anxiety hit me.
I immediately reach for the phone on the bed, almost knocking Noah’s arm off me in the process. He sits up, eyes narrowing in concern.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice low but filled with curiosity.
I try to brush it off, pretending everything’s fine, but I can’t hide the tension in my face. I’m already dreading what I might see on the screen, but I know I can’t avoid it.
Noah watches me for a moment longer, his gaze soft but serious. “Seriously, Blossom, you look worried. What’s going on?”
I freeze, my fingers hovering over the phone. Noah’s never seen me like this, so vulnerable, so shaken, but I can’t hide it from him. The anxiety is consuming me, and I don’t know how to pretend everything’s okay anymore.
I take a shaky breath, finally setting the phone back down beside me. Noah’s still watching me intently, waiting for me to speak.
“Zack,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. I try to hold it together, but my chest tightens. “He’s been reaching out again.”
