Page 55 of Purchase Power
“How about you?” Lucy turned off the light in the bathroom and closed the distance between them once more. “If you could ask for one thing from me tonight, what would it be?”
Finally, she elicited those sultry bedroom eyes from the man who owned her for three more weeks. “Truthfully?”
“Duh. Why would I want you to lie?”
Noah did not visibly react, but he was happy to finish his wine and set the glass back down on the table.He’s gonna say anal.Lucy tried not to laugh.He’s totally gonna ask for butt sex.And she would probably give it to him, although she had never, ever done that before and never saw herself doing it.
“I want you to strip down to your lingerie and lie down on the bed, Ms. Craig.”
That was a very roundabout way to ask for her ass, but all right. “Then what?”
“Close your eyes, while you’re at it.”
“Do you want a little dance, too?”
“A simple strip should be fine.”
Lucy never knew what to make of such deadpan humor. If itwashumor. “All right. Sir.”
Noah grabbed another glass of wine and leaned against the table separating the bed from the rest of the large suite. While this room didn’t have cordoned off areas like the penthouse hotel suites Lucy knew existed in her corner of New York, she was impressed with how far away she felt from the man who could do whatever he wanted to her body.
Knowing he could do that sent another ripple of excitement through Lucy.When this is over, my article will be about how hot it was, and nothing else.Certainly not Pulitzer prize winning work, but close enough. Maybe she’d be featured in Cosmopolitan or Playboy.
All Lucy knew was that removing her clothes one by one, although she didn’t wear much to begin with, was one of the hottest moments of the night. A night that proved to already be hotter than so many others put together.
Her jacket was on the floor. Her dress soon joined it. All Lucy had to do after that was step out of her shoes and perch on the end of the bed.Oh, right.He expected her to lie down. She might as well climb toward the top of the bed while she was at it. No point in lying down if she wasn’t comfortable.
Although that look Noah gave her from the other side of the room was certainlycomfortable,if she had to put it any way.
Lucy closed her eyes. It didn’t take long for her to feel his presence ever so closer.
Noah didn’t say anything. Not when he loomed over her, and not when he quietly crept onto the bed, one knee pressing into the mattress and his breath taunting the jut of her chin. His fingers left a trail of caresses down the front of her body, stopping only to press against the flesh of her stomach and to blow a kiss against her cheek. Or maybe Lucy was making that up. Noah wouldn’t kiss her. That wasn’t hisstyle.He had made that clear from day one.
…Or was this his way of giving her what she had asked for only a few minutes ago?
She was about to ask. Lucy was incorrigible like that, after all. Yet all it took was one tap of Noah’s finger against her mouth, and she was silent again. Silent with anticipation.
How could Lucy ever anticipate what he was about to do? Sure, that was part of the thrill… but Noah had yet to disappoint her. He was a conscientious lover, even when he rammed her like a car blowing through a sheet of glass.I’m not delicate like glass, though.She had proven that a time or two already.
Noah would ensure her pleasure. His way – no matter how much it seemed like he was only interested in his own.
Those benign lips took a stroll down where his fingers had been. Lucy sucked in her breath, hoping beyond hope that he would treat her to something new. Something nice. Something, dare she say it,romantic?Noah hadn’t just taken her out of his palace and to dinner. He had brought her to a lovely suite for the night. Even if this ended with her screaming into a pillow, her clothes torn off her body and her dignity left on the floor, she would dare to call itromantic.
His lips touched Lucy’s underwear. Was he happy with what he found down there? The everlasting scent of how she had felt about him earlier?In the limo… my first time in a limo as fancy as that, and the first thing we do is fuck.Right out of a mischievous fairy-tale.
Lucy bit her lip and twisted her arms above her head. She hadn’t realized she moved like that until Noah had pried her legs opened and flung her underwear onto the floor.
She definitely realized it when his lips met hers.Those lips. The other ones.
If Lucy were a betting woman – and truly, she wasn’t – she would have never bet that Noah Gabriel, the Mr. Rochester of New England, was a man who preferred to eat out instead of having the main course at home. Lucy didn’t know why. Because it seemed so above men with means? They didn’t have to work for it, so they didn’t? Sure, there were men who got off on it, she supposed, but were they high in number? How many men, never mind the handsome, rich men like Mr. Gabriel, cared to give as much head as they took from the women they bedded?
Such philosophical questions, when all Lucy wanted to do was throw herself into the fantastical feelings now overwhelming her body.
Oh, yeah, this is definitely not his first time doing something like this!She could barely contain the grin on her face as she wiggled against his and clamped her hands together above her head.Do they teach classes about this shit in his fancy schools? Because I believe it!Lucy would have loved to volunteer for a class like that! Like being the nude model in a live-drawing class, only better!Noah Gabriel, oral sex master. Who knew?
Who knew the thoughts could be knocked so quickly from Lucy’s head at a moment’s notice?
That’s how quickly it hit her. One second she was musing to herself that Noah wasn’t half bad at this business. The next second? Containing a shriek of pleasure as his tongue traversed the emblazoned trail he had earlier left behind in the limo.
