Chapter 42 Noah
FORTY-TWO
NOAH
I need you.
Sienna’s words echo through my apartment and latch on to my heart, unlocking what’s left of my reservations.
With my lips on hers and our limbs tangled, I press her up against the back of the door. While she wiggles her ass, hiking up her dress, I undo my belt and pull out my cock. In a matter of seconds, I slide home, sheathed in her perfect heat.
She cries out, and I still inside her, holding her gaze as we finally become one again.
“I need you,” I tell her. “Fuck, I’ve needed you for so long.”
“I’m yours.” She smiles against my mouth.
Standing there with my pants around my ankles, my dick inside her, and a big smile on my lips, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.
“Now make me come again.”
With a dark chuckle, I pull back and snap my hips, slamming into her. “Gonna fuck that sass right out of you.”
“Please,” she pants. “My sass is your favorite thing about me.”
I lick a line up her neck. “You’re not wrong.”
When a breathy laugh escapes her, I seal my mouth over hers. I want to swallow all her sounds. I can’t stop kissing her. I want to spend my life doing this, showing her how much she means to me.
The games are over, like she said. Her past—hell, my past—doesn’t matter. We’re here together. It’s all I could fucking ask for.
When she goes over the edge, pulsing around me, she takes me with her. My release is so powerful I worry the two of us will go crashing to the ground. I pump faster, thrusting deeper, giving her every ounce of me.
Less than five minutes after we entered my apartment, we’re breathing heavily and coated in each other’s pleasure.
“Now what?” she whispers.
I bite down on her lip. “Now we live happily ever after?”
The words are a soft tease, but the way her green eyes glow in response makes my heart fucking skip.
“Maybe a shower first,” she says, smile on her face.
Sienna gets carried away behind the fogged-up glass, dropping to her knees and sucking me off, her eyes never leaving mine, even as she swallows me down. The memory will live in my brain for the rest of eternity.
After, with her head on my chest, one finger tracing my tattoo, I close my eyes and soak in the moment, working to convince myself that all of this is real.
“You mentioned Garreth gave you something tonight,” I eventually hedge.
Her body stiffens and her fingers stop their movement.
“It’s okay, baby.” I kiss her forehead. “We’re good.”
Muscles relaxing, she goes back to tracing my tattoo, fixing her focus on it. “Remember when I told you they took everything?”
I hum but otherwise remain quiet, giving her the time and space to explain.
“The settlement included a clause prohibiting me from ever operating another fashion house. I also had to agree to never sell my designs again.”
Anger flares in my veins. “That’s absurd.”
Her eyes flit to mine. “Yes. They wanted to hurt me. Punish me.”
I caress her bare thigh, relishing the warmth of her. “But why would you agree?”
“When they discovered that Beckett had referred me to the financial consultant who defrauded us, they saw dollar signs.” She sighs. “I wanted to keep my family from being dragged into it.”
I frown. “Does Beckett know that?”
“No. And you won’t tell him.” She lifts her head.
“None of it matters anymore anyway. Garreth hired a private investigator, and not only did he find the money, but he got the designers to agree to rescind the settlement agreement.” Her eyes fill with tears.
“I can design again. I can do whatever I want, really.”
Distrust trickles through me. The likelihood of finding that money is nearly nonexistent. He probably paid off the other side and, in return, demanded they release Sienna from the settlement.
Though I’ll keep that theory to myself. There’s no harm in Sienna believing his story, and I have no proof that it isn’t true.
And all that matters now is that she’s finally free to do what she wants. The comfort that thought brings is followed closely by a realization that makes my heart stop in my chest. “Does that mean you’re going back to Paris?”
“I don’t know what any of it means, really. My friend Cat offered me a position at Jolie Magazine tonight. A really big one. I don’t know. Tonight was a lot,” she says, her voice fading.
“Sounds like you have a lot of decisions to make.”
She hums sleepily, her eyes fluttering closed.
I press a kiss to her temple. Regardless of what she decides, I’ll support her. But the idea of her moving back to Paris is like a lead weight in my gut. I just got her back. I don’t know that I can let her go again.
But between Ollie and my career, if she decides to leave, what choice will I have?