Page 61 of Million Dollar High

He fucked her like she was his worst enemy and his best friend.

Rough and tender, hard and soft, he kept her balanced on the brink until dawn lightened the bedroom blinds.

Finally, with both their bodies covered in sweat, he gripped the rope around her waist and used it to yank her onto his cock. He was full enough and hard enough to hit the edge of her womb. Pain chased up her spine, quickly overtaken and drowned out by pleasure so deep, her heart quivered.

“God, that feels so good! Don’t stop, Noah… please…” she whispered, her voice hoarse from screams.

He paused and looked at her. Something shifted in his eyes and he sucked in a huge breath. “Holy fuck, you’re breathtaking. And so goddamn beautiful open to me like this, abandoning your control and helplessly drowning in your pleasure. Do you have any idea how much I crave this?”

She clenched around him in answer and he groaned.

He resumed the pounding, his eyes absorbing her every reaction. “Step over the edge with me, baby. Come. Now.”

She shattered into a million pieces. He followed closely behind, his beautiful body collapsing onto hers.

His head dropped between her breasts, and he made a choked, wounded sound. She curbed the sound of distress, clenched and unclenched her fists uselessly as the need to comfort him rushed through her.

When they’d caught their breaths, she whispered his name. “Noah?”

Slowly, he raised his head. “Yeah?”

“Kiss me. Please, kiss me.”

His eyes dropped to her mouth, and a corner of his lips tilted in a sad smile. “No. I’ll kiss you only when you’ve earned it.”

20

She woke up alone in bed. Jackknifing, she threw her legs over the side and stood.

Her legs wobbled, the byproduct of being tied up and fucked by Noah for the last twenty-four hours. Parts of her body were so sore she couldn’t think about them without wincing, and she had rope burns in places that made her face flame.

When she determined she could walk, she rushed out of the room before her brain had fully deciphered why panic was flooding through her veins. Halfway down the hall, she heard voices. Déjà vu froze her in place. Then, shaking her head, she crept closer. Peeking into the room closest to the living room, she saw Noah seated behind his desk, the light from a laptop bathing his bare chest.

Relief weakened her. Feeling foolish for her bare-assed dash from the bedroom, she considered silently retreating. But as usual, the sight of him arrested her and reduced her willpower to nil.

He looked up, saw her and hit a button. The voices from the computer stopped.

Blue eyes narrowed. “You walk in here naked and I’ll paddle your ass so hard you’ll wear an ice pack for a month,” he growled.

She started to backtrack. Now she was assured Ashley and Warren were nowhere in sight, and that there wasn’t going to be a reenactment of last week, she could return to bed. Or…

She glanced back at Noah and found him staring at her.

One eyebrow quirked. “What?”

“I don’t have any clothes besides my gown.”

His gaze shifted to the screen and he held up a finger at whoever was on the other side. He rolled his leather chair to the side and his sizzling gaze travelled over her nude body again. She wasn’t ashamed to bask in the thrill of watching his eyes darken with lust. “Dressing room to your left in the bedroom. Find something to wear and come back here when you’re dressed.”

Not stopping to question why her heart was bouncing around her chest in joy, she rushed back into the bedroom. There was enough daylight to see where she was going without stopping to work out how to open the blinds. She bypassed his formal stuff and headed for the stack of T-shirts and jeans. Since there was no way she’d fit into any of his pants, she stuck to rifling through his tops. Her breath caught when she saw the Vassar T-shirt.

Questioning herself over the wisdom of her actions, she gave a mental shrug and pulled the slightly worn T-shirt over her head. The burning need to know what the item of clothing meant to him ate at her as she smoothed a hand over her hair. She could ask, but she had a feeling her queries would remain unanswered.

Noah may have cradled her close after untying her and rained kisses on her temple and cheeks before they dropped offto sleep in the early hours of the morning, but there was still a barrier between them. A Warren-shaped barrier which only time and trust would smash through. And they were very much in the early stages of that journey.

She entered the study and Noah’s head snapped up. Electric-blue eyes raked her, then narrowed when he saw what she was wearing. She waited for him to tell her to go take it off.

After a moment, he beckoned to her. “Hold on a second, boys.”

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