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“Oh, my god, Noah, please don’t stop,” Hannah moans, her hips moving over my hand as I work her over.
“Never,” I mutter against her skin, feeling her legs start to shake. “I’ll never stop. Give it to me, Hannah. Come for me, baby”
I increase the rhythm of my hand, grinding my fingers deep and never letting up on her clit. When I close my mouth over her nipple again, Hannah goes off like a rocket, crying out as her arousal floods my hand and her hips grind over me as I work her through her orgasm. When Hannah finally collapses back against the door, breathing hard, I pull my fingers out of her, anchoring her to the door with my other hand on her hip. Locking eyes with her, I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking her cum off each one of them, groaning as her taste floods my senses.
“Fucking delicious,” I say, winking at her.
Hannah’s mouth drops open, her eyes going wide. “Did you just…”
I lean in and kiss her, plunging my tongue into her mouth and letting her taste herself. She’s hesitant for a second before she matches me stroke for stroke with her tongue, and nothing could possibly make me happier. Or harder. My dick could hammer nails right now.
“You bet I did,” I murmur against her mouth. “You taste so good, Han. I can’t wait until I can get my mouth on you. My wife is going to be my very favorite meal.”
Hannah narrows her eyes at me. “There is something really wrong with you, you know that?”
I lied when I said that nothing could make me happier. Because Hannah taking a swipe at me after I made her come against my bedroom door makes me so happy I feel like my chest is filled with air. Like I could literally float away if not for her arms still locked around my neck. I kiss her again, leaning down and lifting her into my arms, then walking backwards, collapsing onto my bed with her straddling my lap.
I frame her face in both my hands and smile at her flushed face and bright eyes as a rush of possession arrows straight through me.Mine. “Gorgeous, I absolutely adore you. Watching you come on my hand was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. To anyone. Ever.”
Hannah blows out a breath, but a smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “I guess I kind of like you too. And the orgasm was pretty good.”
I can’t help the grin that spreads over my face because, from Hannah, that’s as good as a love declaration. Wrapping my arms around her, I hug her tight, relishing in the feel of her body pressed against mine, knowing that there is nowhere else in the world I would rather be.
CHAPTER TWENTY
NOAH
Balancing two mason jars full of coffee and a bag of muffins in one hand, I knock on Hannah’s door.
“Hannah, you up?” I call through the door, but I’m met with silence. I consider just walking in, but I’m not sure we’re there yet. We may literally be married, but we actually exist in the no man’s land between friends who kiss a lot, andI want to stay married to you and be with you forever. It’s a confusing place to live. “Wake up, Gorgeous! We’ve got places to be.”
“You being stood up or something?” Cooper calls from the landing below, his heavy footsteps getting closer as he climbs the stairs.
“Fuck off, I’m not being stood up.” At least, I’m pretty sure I’m not. That tiny kernel of uncertainty has me knocking on her door again and just barely resisting the urge to turn the handle. I can be cool. Maybe.
“Sure doesn’t look that way.” Cooper appears next to me, clad in gym shorts and a tattered T-shirt that looks like it’s from high school. “Fuck yes, coffee!” He grabs one of the mason jars from my hand and takes a long sip from the straw. “Shit, that’s good.”
“I know. I made it myself. You’re lucky that one’s mine, asshole.”
Cooper just smiles at me. “I wouldn’t take Hannah’s coffee. I know better than to separate one of these women from their caffeine. I knew it was yours; I know how you take your coffee.”
I should have figured. Cooper notices damn near everything. I study him as he drinks my coffee, his red-rimmed eyes and the dark circles beneath them clear in the bright morning light. He looks so rough I don’t even feel like ribbing him anymore for stealing my coffee. It’s my third cup anyway. “Late night?”
He takes another sip and blows out a breath, slumping against the wall beside Hannah’s door. “They’re all late nights. I swear to fuck, the other sixth year associate in my group is going to drive me to commit murder and I won’t even be sorry for it. At least I can get a good night’s sleep in jail.”
“Evangeline, right?”
“Evan. She likes to be called Evan, and she’s a masochistic workaholic who somehow doesn’t need to sleep like us mere mortals, which means I don’t get sleep. Competing with her might actually kill me before I have a chance to kill her and that just pisses me off.”
I knock on Hannah’s door again and finally hear the muffled noises that tell me she’s just rolling out of bed. I smile, knowing I’m about to get a dose of grumpy, just woken up Hannah. I think that’s my favorite Hannah. Just kidding. Every Hannah is my favorite Hannah. “How about just don’t compete with her? You’re an amazing lawyer, Coop. You don’t need to compete with another associate to prove how good you are.”
Cooper gives me a tired smile. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, but there’s only space in the group for one IP litigation associate to make partner next year, which means I do have to compete with her if I want it.”
“Do you?” I ask. “Want it, I mean.”
“Not today,” he mutters, closing his eyes and sucking more coffee through the straw as if his life depends on it.
Before I can answer, the door flies open and my heart literally leaps at the sight of Hannah, all sleepy eyes and messy hair, wearing an oversized University of Pittsburgh T-shirt and the tiniest shorts I’ve ever seen, showcasing miles of toned, perfect leg. I have the sudden urge to drop to my knees right here and run my tongue up her thigh and also to cuddle her into my chest and hold her for hours.
