Page 53 of Noah

God, yes.

He lowered his hands to either side of my head. I made what I hoped was a sound of consent. He took it as one because he jammed his hips forward again.

Yes.

More.

He angled his hips away and snapped them back, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I relaxed and gripped his thighs. Each thrust came faster than the last until he was fully fucking my face. I was in heaven. I tugged and stroked my aching cock, saliva running down my chin, and tears collecting in my eyes. As Brody jerked and flooded my throat, my dick pulsed, matching his release with my own. I was left feeling like a quivering puddle on the floor.

As I dropped onto my ass to recover, Brody tucked his cock away, squatted in front of me, gripped my face then leaned forward and kissed me.

So soft. So gentle.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" There was such sincerity and concern in his eyes. Anyone who said Brody was expressionless obviously hadn't been paying attention.

I touched his face. "No. I loved it."

Brody nodded and rose to his feet. He held out a hand to me and helped me up. I leaned back against my desk. I was feeling a little lightheaded.

"Do I need to rent a tux?"

Full tilt back into reality. "Yes. The gala is next weekend, Saturday. I'll pick you up at 6:30. My mother wants everyone there at seven so we can play happy family for the guests."

"And you told her we're engaged."

"I told her we were thinking about getting engaged. I'm sure she heard engaged, though."

"And we live together."

"Brody, you don't need to worry. They probably won't even ask for details."

"I want to be ready."

"The only thing they're going to focus on is that you're a lawyer."

"That'll make them happy?"

"Happy? No. Slightly more confident that I'm not a total fuck up … maybe."

Brody wandered over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "You're not a fuck up."

"Did someone sell you a pair of rose-coloured glasses?"

"I don't need glasses. I can see you just fine and you're not a fuck up."

I placed my arms around him, adjusting my height, and snuck another kiss from his lips. "You make me feel like that's the truth. No one, not even my friends, has made me feel that way."

"I'm incapable of lying. Genetic defect."

I smiled at him. "Is that so? I may need lessons in that after we're through with this whole mess I've placed us in."

"I'm happy to give you lessons in all sorts of things."

And then he bloody well smirked at me and chuckled.

Cheeky bastard.

I grinned then ran my hands through Brody's hair, pulled him to me, and kissed him, doing my very best to keep all the fireworks shooting off in my head from distracting me from the incredible man who had placed them there and lit the whole goddamned box of them.

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