Page 28 of Purchase Power
The fact the little taste he had of her kept him thinking about her was the bonus.
“I think I’m here to earn my keep,” Lucy finally said. “You spent an awful lot of money on me. You’re keeping me in your tower, so to speak. Only you and that steward of yours gets access to me, and she definitely isn’t flirting. So, that leaves you, Mr. Gabriel.” Lucy leaned in so closely that Noah could have touched her cheek. “How am I going to earn my keep?”
He was tempted to take her. Touch her. Fuck her. Easier not to mince words that way. Unfortunately for Noah, he was too enamored with those lips. Almost kissable, really. Too bad he had a strict no kissing rule for women who weren’t about to hit actual Girlfriend status.
Easier to keep things clean, that way.
“I could ask you how you would like to earn your keep,” Noah said, “but that might result in you watching TV and eating cookies all day.”
“I’m gonna do that anyway. Not much else to do after I’ve caught up with social media and done five hours of yoga.” She sat up again, the tie of her wrap-dress mussed. She didn’t reach down to adjust it. “Girl gets antsy, you know.”
Noah didn’t take the bait.
“I was quite aware of what I was signing up for, Mr. Gabriel.” With a sigh that raised her breasts to the top of her dress, Lucy pushed herself to the edge of the couch and gradually lowered herself to the floor. Her knees left an impressive imprint, but not as impressive as one hand placing itself in front of the other, her whole body rocking back and forth as she slowly approached. “I was prepared for you to make me earn my keep by taking your dick every which way to Sunday.” She hesitated, grinning at her own joke. “And on Sundays, too.”
Noah sipped his tea nonchalantly, although his cock was straining against his pants. No way Lucy hadn’t noticed. Her eyes kept going to that shape beneath the fabric, after all. “And today is Monday. How about that? Seven straight days of fucking to get to Sunday.”
“Are you up for it, Mr. Gabriel?”
“I should be asking you that.”
Lucy shook her head with a click of her tongue. “I’m the one who can go all night.” She leaned back on her legs, hands on her hips and haughty shoulders shaking with every breath.She’s a fucking dream.The bright, vivacious lover who got down on her knees the moment he walked into the room. That’s what he paid for, right? He wanted an experience. Maybe not a girlfriend experience, though. He didn’t care for those – hell, he barely cared forrealgirlfriends. But the man wasn’t dead downstairs. He was barely in his thirties and hungry for the carnal experiences that still awaited him.
When he allowed himself to think about them, anyway.
“You’re the one who has to wait between bouts of fun.” Lucy shuffled closer, her hand tentatively touching Noah’s knee. Electric. Confounding. That was her touch, and all she did was drum a finger against his knee. Apparently, there was a nerve that went from there to his cock. Lucy definitely noticed. “Unless you’ve got stamina of steel, Mr. Gabriel? Tell me. How long can you hold back? I have a feeling you were in a hurry the other night.”
“The other night?” Noah didn’t often play dumb, but when he did, it was to great results.
“You know, Mr. Gabriel.” Lucy pushed both hands between his legs. He was obliged to open them a little farther. Anything to get her rubbing his erection. “When you made me yours.”
“Is that what that was?” He took one last sip of tea and left the mug on the stand between chair and couch. There were other things for him to pay attention to. Like Lucy unzipping his pants and running her fingers along the breadth of his silk boxers. “What can I say? I couldn’t contain my need for you. The moment I saw you in that room, I knew I didn’t only have to have you for a month. I needed you right there.”
“You don’t say, Mr. Gabriel.” Noah didn’t mind that Lucy wasn’t one for romantic sentiments. Perhaps it was better for her to bypass his words and indulge in an oral fixation of her own. “What if I told you that I was so surprised by you?”
“Why? Because you were expecting someone old enough to be your father?” Noah couldn’t imagine his own father participating in an auction, though. His stepfather…
A shiver nearly killed the mood. His nervous energy went to his fingertips, which stroked the top of Lucy’s head and invited her to bring her face closer to his hard cock, now emerging from his boxers.
The purr in Lucy’s throat told Noah he was on the right track. With their actions, anyway. They couldn’t be farther from the thoughts in her head. “Because it’s so rare to get the total package.” Her hand was limp around his base. He didn’t care. In a few more minutes, she would have a vise grip on his shaft. “Hot young guyanda nice cock? Like my fucking birthday.”
“Might as well make the most of it, right?”
Lucy didn’t say anything. Yet the breath she uttered and the smile she gave him were both the picture of beauty before her mouth wrapped around him.
Holy. Shit.
Noah wasn’t naïve to his own physiology, but he was still surprised that he reacted so positively to Lucy’s enthusiasm.She’s a pro, after all. She knows what she’s doing. She doesn’t simply know how to suck a dick. She knows how to make it look like she wants nothing more than to do it for you.That was the experience she sold Friday night. That was the experience he purchased. Was he really shocked that the moment he sat down, this lovely vixen went straight for the kill? She was earning her keep, after all.
Boy. Was she.
Even if Noah wanted to say something, he couldn’t. His breath strangled his lungs. His mouth was zipped shut. His damned tongue pushed against his teeth, urging him to say something, anything.Tell her how good it feels. Tell her how good she looks. Tell her how grateful you are you met.That wasn’t Noah Gabriel’s style, though. He wasn’t talented with his words. He preferred more silent approaches to showing his gratefulness.
A touch to the top of her head as she slowly swallowed more of him into her mouth. A finger at the ridge of her ear as she backed off, leaving her tongue to linger on the underside of his shaft. A soft groan as she lightly sucked his tip, brown eyes meeting his as she beseeched his praise.
She may have been a pro, but she was still human, after all.
“Yes…” That was it, huh? That’s all he had?Come on, Gabriel, you can do better than that. This woman is groaning on your dick, and all you can say is a measly yes?“Fuck, yes.”
