Perfect.
I make a beeline for the back door, Noah quick on my heels. We arenotgetting interrupted this time. I’m also dying to ask about his bizarre reaction to Tabitha, but that can wait tillafter.We make our way into the house, dodging caterers and cocktail waitresses. Some guests are chattering in the foyer, but they don’t even glance our way as we turn down the hall towards Mom’s office. Any hesitation of using it vanished the second she tried to undermine my career choice. Again.
Glancing behind us, I ensure we’re alone, then grab Noah’s hand, tugging him along.
He chuckles, interlacing his fingers with mine as we jog down the hall, and the closed office door appears up ahead. I check for witnesses one last time, then tug Noah inside, close it quickly behind us, and flick the lock. My breath is heavy as my back presses against the door, and Noah towers over me, an inquisitive look on his face.
I’m thankful my mother removed all the cameras when we moved in—my grandma was obsessed with her security.
“So I’m assuming you didn’t really want to show me the house?” Noah asks, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear and gripping the side of my neck. His green eyes bore into mine. Oh, how I’ve missed those eyes. I have questions for him, but those can wait.
“Noah,” I say, his attention filling me with the courage to tell him exactly what I want. What I crave. “I need you to fuck me.”
His lips part open. “That’s the second time you’ve asked me that.”
“I’m not asking,” I say, the lust glimmering in his eyes. “Are you gonna miss your opportunity again?”
“Not a chance,” he says, hooking a hand behind my head and pulling my mouth to his. Our lips crash, tongues tangling. I loop my arms around his neck, and he nudges me toward an empty wall on the back side of the room.
Noah scoops me up, and my legs wrap around his waist. His hands wander up my sundress, my back slamming against the wall, and all the breath expels from my lungs.
“I’ve missed this,” he murmurs in my ear and plants soft kisses down my neck.
I rub my fingernails under his shirt, up and down his bare torso. “Me too.”
“Being away from you was torture,” he says, sliding my thin strap off my shoulder and nibbling on the soft skin.
“Why do you think I was punishing you?” I admit.
He pulls away with narrowed eyes. “That’swhy Denny was training me for the Olympics?”
“A girl has needs,” I say. “I even had to resort to your strategy of shower masturbation for a bit of relief.”
He groans, dropping his head into my neck, hands gripping my thighs. “If you really wanted to torture me, you just needed to say stuff like that.” I giggle. “Why didn’t you tell me you missed me?”
“You were busy.” I shrug, heart twisting. “You have to be able to focus on your job. Fake dating comes secondary.”
“What did I say about using the f word when I’m inside of you?” Noah says, gaze searing, causing goosebumps down my spine.
“You’renotinside me,” I remind him, and he pulls me tight against his body.
With his free hand, he reaches between us to unbutton his shorts and pushes them down.
His eyes hold mine, a smirk forming upon his lips as he nudges my soaked panties to the side. I’m already dripping for him, and after a few swipes of his tip against me, he’s easing inside.Yes, please.
“Now, as I was saying”—his grin is wicked—“lose the word ‘fake’ from your vocabulary when I’m fucking you,soffione mio.”
My head drops against the wall, and his lips fall to my neck as my needy cunt pulses around him.
“Do you understand?” he asks, filling me completely, and I gasp.
“Yes.”Thrust.“I understand.”
“Good,” he says with a satisfied smile, increasing his rhythm. “Now, can you come for me please? As much as I’m enjoying this, I really don’t want your family to walk in on all the things I want to do to you.”
“And what are those?” I pant as he continues his torture.
He grips my hips, nails digging in. “I was thinking about bending you over that couch over there. Fucking you from behind, then stopping to devour your needy pussy every time you get close.”