My cock thickens, a morning issue that gets more dramatic. I try to angle that portion of my body away from him, but instead, I manage to brush against his cock.
And it’s hard.
I swallow back a groan.
But the thing is...it feels fucking good.
And now I’m thinking about Noah’s cock.
Shit.
I slide my arm away from him because there’s no way that the ethical thing is for me to continue to lie in bed with him in my arms when I’m obviously getting some sexual pleasure out of it.
I feel creepy, and when Noah predictably wakes up as I unravel my body from his, I feel worse.
His long lashes flutter up, then I swear to God, horror moves over his face. He practically lurches from my arm.
“Sorry,” he said. “I was sleeping.”
“It’s cool.”
He turns onto his stomach, but I don’t tell him I already felt his cock, already liked it.
Instead, I slip into my ensuite and prepare to start the day, and if I put the shower on cold so that my cock shrivels and I don’t find myself orgasming to the thought of Noah, that’s between me andmy shower.
NOAH
I sit on the edge of the bed, clutching the Egyptian cotton sheets. Did Finn feel me? Could he tell I was hard when I woke up?
Almost certainly.
When Finn exits the shower, sending steam billowing through the room, his demeanor is...shy. Finn’s demeanor is never shy. But now he’s avoiding my gaze and confirming all my fears.
I rush into the bathroom and prepare for today. At least the party will distract me. But when Finn parks in front of his parents’ swanky townhouse on Marlborough Street, and I exit the car with my parents and him, anxiety floods my veins.
I’m going to meet his parents.
“Finn! Noah!” A man shouts, and when I turn, the world explodes in yellow.
Finn is by my side at once, and I think he’s going to usher me toward the fancy red townhouse door, but instead, he holds my hand.
Heat shoots through me at his touch, and maybe I look surprised, because he immediately presses his lips against my cheek.
He kisses me.
Right there, in front of the paparazzi, in front of my parents.
My heart glows, which is ridiculous. He’s selling that we’re a couple. I hope he just thinks I’m good at acting if he sees any photos of me with a wide, goofy grin gazing at him.
Because God, my husband is amazing.
I practically float as we enter the townhouse, vaguely conscious of my mother’s exclamation of awe as we enter the hallway.
I knew Finn was wealthy, but I still expected his parents to live in an apartment. Apparently, they have the whole townhouse, because a refined woman with an impossibly sophisticated dress purchased for an impossibly expensive price, flings her arms around me. I inhale a complex vanilla-and-spice perfume, then she proclaims in an alto voice, “welcome to the family.”
Then we separate, and she is greeting my parents.
Finn let go of me before his mother launched herself into my arms, but now he takes my hand.
