Page 72 of Million Dollar High

She drew back, plucked his phone from his lap and skipped to the other end of the living room. He watched, incredulous as she typed a response. Eyes shining with mischief, she hit send.

“Baby, you did not just do that.”

His phone pinged a response seconds later. “They’ll be here in an hour,” she said.

Slamming his beer down, he prowled toward her. “So I have an hour to exact retribution for your insolence?”

Pleasure burst through him as her eyes darkened and his phone slipped uselessly out of her hand onto the sofa. God, he loved it when she reacted so viscerally to him.

She started to backtrack. He had her pinned against the wall in seconds. One minute later, she was minus her clothes, bent over the sofa and he was thrusting home.

Beautiful. God, she was so beautiful.

And so utterly his when they were like this.

He couldn’t get enough of her. And he was fast reaching the point where he wondered how he’d survive the day when he demanded more… and she chose to walk away.

By the time his elevator delivered his unwanted guests, he was decent again, barely. He dragged annoyed fingers through his hair and frowned at Leia’s just-thoroughly-fucked appearance, which he’d have killed not to have his friends see. But she’d insisted on meeting them before she went to her condo, and he… he was finding it damned difficult to deny her anything.

Gabe walked in first and slowed to a swagger the second he set eyes on Leia. Taking her hand, he kissed the back of it in true Lothario style. “Gabriel Antonelli. A pleasure to meet you at last.”

Had Noah not known how crazy Gabe was about Angie, he’d have decked his friend right then and there.

Leia beamed. “You too, Gabe. Noah doesn’t talk about you enough.”

“Yeah, with good cause. He’s afraid I’ll steal you away,” Gabe returned.

Sliding his hand around Leia’s waist, Noah steered her out of his friend’s path. And straight into Mike… who was imitating a puffer fish in his eagerness to introduce himself.

Shit.

“Hello, gorgeous. I’m Mike,” he supplied.

“Hey, Mike.” Leia gave a wider smile and tilted her head toward Damon, who lounged in the doorway, surveying the scene with a resigned look.

“Don’t mind these two knuckleheads,” he said as he walked forward. “Some old bird with cataracts convinced them they were God’s gift to chicks a long time ago. I haven’t been able to restrain them since.”

Leia laughed, and Damon’s eyes widened.

Noah felt a growl rumbling from his chest. Leia slipped out of his hold and crossed to the sofa to gather her stuff.

His friends turned to watch her.

“Aren’t you joining us for poker? It’s not strictly a boys’ thing. We’d love to have you,” Mike coaxed.

“Yes. It is. And, seriously, you need to watch how you frame your words there, buddy.” Noah fixed him with a deathly look.

Damon’s shoulders shook with silent laughter.

Gabe’s eyes narrowed and swung between him and Leia. Noah made a visible effort to relax as she walked toward him.

“It was good to meet you all.” That stunning smile made another appearance.

“Yeah, see you around,” Gabe said.

Noah led her out of the condo and into the waiting elevator.

“You don’t need to come with me, Noah. You’ve got guests,” she protested.

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