Page 41 of Purchase Power
Always on the horizon. Always within reach. Never in their hands.
You’re my fucking drug, Lucy Craig.Sweat crowned Noah’s forehead as he dug his fingers into her hips and pounded her flesh with the unrepentant motions of a fallen man. Her moans of pleasure, fake or not, encouraged him to keep going. To forget everything. To forsake all responsibilities. This was his true self, after all. A man who couldn’t stop.
“I’m gonna come,” Lucy announced with a wispy breath. Every time she attempted to lock up and orgasm, however, Noah encouraged her to keep humping, her body in desperate need of her absorbing his impact. “Fuckingshit.”
Noah loved it when she said nonsensical strings of curse words.
He lost his balance right before he was about to completely lose himself to his own climax, hoping to match the moment of hers. His cock slipped out of her, too hard to go anywhere but against her thigh. Liquid heat drenched it. First, as a sheen of accomplishment. Then, as a rush of Lucy’s need for him.
Noah couldn’t take it. He didn’t have the strength to get back inside her and finish the job. Instead, he flung himself down onto the couch and motioned for her to straddle his legs. Let her infinite fonts of energy bring them to completion.
The view was better, anyway.
Lucy knew better than to look him in the eye as she rode him. Noah kept his eyes open, though.All the better to witness the power of her body.Her abs were the center of attention, since it was the strength in those muscles that allowed her to ride without falling. Her hands were on the back of the couch, but her thighs and ass barely touched his trousers. Knees threatened to slide off the cushions, but she wouldn’t let them. Not Lucy. She was in Heaven. Her knuckles would turn white and her knees black and blue before she allowed herself to go anywhere but up and down.
I like to think I’m helping…Noah had been afraid to touch her with his hands until now. Yet as soon as his fingers wrapped around the naked flesh of her abdomen, he felt the true unbridled power of a woman who hadn’t forgotten what it was like to give herself over to sex.
At least she loved her job. Noah should have been so lucky in his own life.
Did she come? Of fucking course she did. Lucy had been on the edge before she straddled his lap, and now her eyes were rolled back and her moans nothing more than the beats of her breath. Each one was louder than the last. Her body went from leaping halfway into the air with every hump to coming closer and closer to Earth. When Lucy finally climaxed, she was seated in his lap, her hips twisting in slow, maddening circles that begged his cock to explode from the delirious sensations she offered.
Noah had almost forgotten about his stupid cock. Mostly because he couldn’t get over how fucking beautiful Lucy was when she orgasmed. He also almost forgot to touch those pebbles pushing through her shirt, the surefire way to make Lucy blast off again.
“Yes!” She moved like she was about to kiss him in a fiery fit of passion. At the last minute, she remembered her place, and diverted her mouth to the top of his forehead. That brought Noah’s eyes right to her chest, which had broken free of her shirt and now attempted to smother him. “Give it to me, Mr. Gabriel,” she whined into his ear. “Give me your cock.”
He knew what that meant. Noah might as well oblige now.
For some reason, she always made much more noise than he did. It was his cock doing all the work inside of her, blowing away every ounce of restraint inside of his head, but Lucy was the one giving the play-by-play as his seed filled her body and gave her everything she craved.
He wasn’t used to women talking so much during orgasm. He couldn’t say he minded. It meant he didn’t have to talk.
“Yes…” That was still her favorite word as she slowly came down from madness. Her eyes returned to their proper place. Her mouth closed with a hiss. Her hips still spelled her name in tight, little circles, but the giant smile on her face reminded Noah that she was still a woman enjoying her pleasure. “Holy shit. I think it gets better every time.”
Her eyes grew wide as she realized what she said. Lucy quickly succumbed to the gravity working against her and collapsed against Noah, arms wrapped around her neck and chest pressed against his.My cock is still inside of her…The damn thing wasn’t getting soft. What the hell should he do?
“I mean…” Lucy said.
“Don’t mention it.” He slowly eased her off him. The mess needed addressing, but he wouldn’t deny how satisfying it was to see her flail on the other side of the couch, legs splayed open. That pink fruit wasn’t bruised like any common sweet, tarty thing, but it had been served with a side of cream. Maybe one day Noah would dare to sample it. Not today, though. He had places to go and work to accomplish. “I’ll be using your bathroom for a minute and then be on my way. I… I’ll message you later about something.”
He was aware of her eyes on him as he rushed into the bathroom. Was he ashamed? No. Did he prefer to keep to himself after a startling realization the moment he locked the door?
Yes.
It can’t be possible that she likes me that much…Lucy was worth her money. That was all. She knew how to act. How to fuck. How to seduce a man at a moment’s notice. That was the best way to make money in her profession. Why wouldn’t she be the best? He would only hire the best to live in his house for a month.
Lucy stood outside the bathroom door when he emerged. At first, he was mildly startled, if only because he didn’t expect her to be so close. When she bowed her head and hustled into the bathroom, Noah assumed that she had more pressing matters to take care of instead of talking to him.
Suited him fine. They were finished for now.
Happy with his appearance, Noah returned to his office, where he bypassed no fewer than three members of his staff, including Candace. None of them looked him in the eye, as if they knew what he had been up to only a few minutes before.
He didn’t care about his reputation. They would pretend to respect him as long as he signed the paychecks. Ms. Craig? Who stayed in that house for no other reason beyond his whim? Perhaps there was something to that. Lucy stayed cooped up in that suite all day. While the average staff person knew exactly why, it didn’t sit well with Noah that Lucy looked like a personal sex slave when she was allowed many more freedoms than that.
After sitting at his desk for a whole five minutes, he picked up his phone and texted her.
“A friend of mine wants to have dinner this Friday night. Unless you have any real objections, I suspect we shall depart from here around 5:30. I’ll arrange for your styling, as we’ll be going into the city and should look the part.”
He didn’t know why he worded it like that. Rather pretentious, wasn’t it?
