Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
VON
It’s hard to concentrate after Noah leaves.
I’ve never made out with someone in my office before. Much less my own damn client. It was not a smart idea. But Noah makes me feel wild, crazy, reckless. All I want is him. My breasts ache and my thighs pinch. This craving inside me can’t be quenched. Goddamn, he is going to look so hot in that suit. Watching Giuseppe work his magic, it was like seeing a phoenix rise from the ashes.
Don’t get me wrong, Noah is just as hot in his jeans and tee combo. But there’s nothing like a man in a custom-made suit.
The women on the jury are going to eat him up.
The thought puts a temporary damper on my feelings, because Noah is my client, and it is one thousand percent unethical to have my client making me orgasm in my own office. Or anywhere at all.
If anyone found out, I would lose my job, my reputation, everything I’ve worked for .
But then I push the thought away because…well, because I don’t want to think logically for a minute. I’ve been thinking logically my whole life. It’s not as if I’m going to tell anyone about this affair. And I certainly won’t be bringing Noah into my office again.
I do manage to strongarm the jerk suing Jake—as I suspected, he was all talk and folded like a cheap suit when he realized Jake had a high-powered attorney on his side. He was looking for a quick payday and instead he got threatened with a defamation suit. I call Jake to give him the news.
“What?” he cries. “Dropped as in…as in dropped?”
I laugh. “Yes, dropped as in dropped. He won’t be bothering you anymore, I promise.”
“Oh my god,” he says, his voice shaking. “Von, I can’t thank you enough. What—how much do I owe you?”
“No charge,” I say. “It was one phone call. I’m happy to help.”
Jake sounds shellshocked. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Next time you come to the Screw, drinks are on the house.”
“Okay, deal.”
Grayson and I go over some of the motions, then I check the time. It’s after eight pm. I wonder what Noah’s cooking for dinner.
Though I find myself hungry for something other than food. The sensation of his cock nudging my thigh earlier flickers across my mind.
“Heading out?” Grayson asks.
“Yup,” I say. “See you tomorrow.”
I text Noah to let him know I’m on my way. I’m jittery the whole ride home, in a different way than I was this morning—where I was wondering what we do next.
Well. We answered that question this afternoon. So now, what’s next next.
I shiver with anticipation .
When I arrive at the apartment, soft music is playing, the lights are dimmed, and I see a trail of tulip petals in every color scattered across the floor, a fragmented rainbow. I follow them down the hall, where they lead me up to the second floor. A slow smile breaks over my face.
“Noah?” I call, following the petals down the hall and into my room. Noah is nowhere to be seen, but the petals lead me to the bathroom. I gasp; a bubble bath waits for me, candles illuminating the room with a soft glow. A note rests by the sink.
Von—
I had to run an errand but I thought you might want to relax after work. I hope you don’t mind me poking around in your room. I promise I didn’t read your diary. See you soon.
Noah
I grin. I haven’t kept a diary since I was eight. The bath looks so inviting—how did he know baths are my favorite way to unwind? I quickly strip out of my clothes and sink into the hot water. The feel of it rippling over my bare skin only makes this need inside me grow. I’m tempted to touch myself but I want Noah’s hands, not my own. I can be patient.
By the time I finish and rinse myself off, it seems silly to get back into work clothes. I wonder if Noah is home yet. I slip into my silk robe, run a brush through my hair, then pad downstairs.
Noah is sitting on the couch, drinking a beer and watching TV.
“Hi,” I say. He whirls around and his eyes pop.
“Hey,” he says, switching the TV off. “How was…wow. Hey.”
He’s looking at me like he’s never seen me before. He’s wearing his favorite pair of gray joggers and his classic black tee. He looks so handsome and so perfectly Noah. I’m deeply aware of the fact that I’m naked under this robe.
“Thanks for the bath,” I say.
For one moment, I exist in awkwardness. What do I do. How do I move. What is he thinking .
Then he extends a hand toward me and my whole being relaxes. Because of course I know what to do.
I walk over and twine my fingers through his, coming around the couch to straddle him. I am not going to leave any room for interpretation. I want this man. I’ve wanted him all damn day. Noah’s hands come up to sink into my hair, his mouth curving with delight.
“I’ve never seen you with your hair down before,” he murmurs, stroking my auburn locks.
I feel the firm muscles of his thighs beneath my own. “What do you think?” I ask.
“I think you are out-of-this-world beautiful.”
His words catch in my chest and I can’t wait any longer. I dip my head to claim his mouth, my kiss urgent, my body insistent. Noah leans up to meet me, his chest pressing against mine as I twine my arms around his neck. I feel myself growing wetter, feel his cock swell to meet my thigh. I grind against him, that delicious center of pleasure lighting up inside me. Every nerve is alight, every inch of my skin on fire as Noah and grips me harder, tighter, and yet it’s not enough.
I scrabble at his tee and he gladly helps me, slipping it over his head in one swift movement. His bare chest glows in the light, so beautiful it almost hurts. I run my hands over the firm dents of his pecs, marveling at the warmth of his skin and the hard muscle underneath. I knot my fingers in his hair and kiss his cheek, his throat, the dip at his collarbone. He’s getting even harder and I push against his length as he gasps and yanks at my robe, exposing one breast that he takes in his mouth and sucks long and hard. I cry out, arching my back, the heady sensations spiraling out in waves. Noah thumbs my nipple, coaxing it into a tight bud, so sensitive as he licks and sucks it, his palm spayed across my lower back, keeping me upright as I start to rub my sex along his hardness.
I untie the silky belt and my robe opens, exposing me fully. Noah breaks away from the kiss for only one moment, to drink me in, to gaze at me like I’m his north star. How does he do that? How does he make me feel like I’m the only thing that matters in this universe? I stand and allow the robe to fall from my shoulders, naked before him, exposed in a way I don’t think I’ve ever been in front of a man before. Noah’s fingers explore me deftly, softy, tracing over the curves of my breasts, the line of my waist, the tops of my thighs. He presses his mouth into the dent at my hipbone.
“Beautiful,” he whispers as he pulls me back to him so his nose skims my stomach, dipping his head, his tongue flicking out to taste me. I gasp and grab his shoulders for support as his kisses deepen. My knees start to go weak and suddenly, I’m flipped onto my back on the couch, Noah’s head nestled between my legs.
“Are you going to come for me again, like a good girl?” he murmurs slyly and oh my fuck I did not have Noah pegged for talking dirty.
“Yes,” I whimper as his tongue makes a long, slow trail along my clit.
“Good,” he murmurs, and I can’t stop the faint wail that escapes me as he teases my entrance with his tongue. “Do you like that?”
“Yes,” I gasp, sparks flaring in my vision.
“Good girl.” I feel him smile against me, then he starts to pleasure me in more long slow licks, taking his time, bringing me to the brink then pulling me back while one hand almost lazily teases at my left nipple. I’m in an agony of bliss, writhing beneath him. The sensations ripple across my skin like sunlight on water, glancing and sparkling.
“That’s it,” he whispers, as he slides one finger inside me and I have to bite back a scream.
“Please,” I wail, the throbbing insistent need for release reaching an unbearable peak.
“Please what?” His mouth sucks at me in one long pull .
“Please make me come,” I groan. “Please, oh please…”
Noah seems to realize I’m losing it. He slips one hand to cup my ass, his grip achingly firm, and he increases his pitch, feasting on my sex as he drives two fingers inside me. I cry out, words abandoning me as he hits that sweetest of spots, making my vision blur at the edges and my body quiver.
“Noah!” I cry as I crest into orgasm, the pleasure ricocheting inside me as my body moves in time with his mouth. I am suspended, breaking apart like fragments of a dying star. I feel myself fall, weightless, in a thousand shimmering pieces, my mind stretched beyond its limits, rocketed into the far reaches of the universe.
Slowly, I return to earth. I’m panting, sweating, shaky. Noah has rested his head against my inner thigh, gazing up at me with a smile on his lips. My sex is swollen and tender yet still, I ache for more. He skims his palm over my breast and across my stomach. Need tightens inside me. I twine my fingers in his hair, coaxing him closer, bringing his mouth to mine.
I reach down to run my hand over the length of his cock, the soft fabric of his joggers creating a delicious friction that makes his eyes roll back in his head. It’s my turn to make him moan.
“I want you,” I whisper.
He pulls back, his dark eyes drinking me in, sending another burst of shivers over my skin. He runs a thumb over my lower lip.
“I’m yours,” he whispers back.