Page 64 of Noah

I leaned back in my chair. Maybe my parents were right.

Maybe corporate law was in my blood. I'd need to study harder and employ more tutors. I'd barely made a passing grade in some of my classes. Going back to school would take me out to Ontario. Half a continent away from Brody, but my relationship with him shouldn't be a deciding factor. We were still so new. But those looks we'd given each other while I was on my knees—.

I took a sip of the G&T I had made for myself.

We'd committed to one another that day. I was his. I could feel it in my bones. Paying homage, his cock in my mouth, I'd let him know with my eyes that I belonged there.

I turned away from my browser and reminded myself that practicing corporate law would be like a slow death. I would go to work each day knowing the success of the firm was guaranteed. That I only played a small part in its success. It would be a soul-destroying grind.

A knock on the door broke me from my thoughts.

Liam popped it open. I'd left him out at the bar on his own, so wrapped up in the most recent financial numbers. "I have someone here who's been waiting for you to emerge."

Dammit. Brody.

I'd been so worried Brody wasn't going to show tonight that I'd barely slept last night. Then I had become so wrapped up in my head over the losses, he had slipped my mind.

"Is he with you?"

Liam stepped out of the way. "Yup, he's right here. Figured I should bring him back."

"Thank you." I rose to my feet and came around the front of the desk as Brody walked into the office. He was worried. I'd done that to him. "Brody, I'm sorry. I lost track of time."

Brody held up his phone, displaying a string of text messages. "I just got your text while on my way here. My phone died when I was at the hospital last night. I've been there all day. It wasn't until I was charging my phone in my car that your text came through."

I would've sighed with relief if it hadn't been for the reason his phone had been away from a charger. I rushed forward and grabbed Brody's arms. "Hospital? Why were you at the hospital?"

"Mom took a turn."

It suddenly struck me how little I knew about Brody. He hadn't told me anything about his mom or his brother. I knew he had one of each but that was it.

"What's wrong with your mom?"

"Emphysema."

"I'm so sorry. Is she going to be all right?"

"She's back home. We've arranged for a care worker to come in and check on her."

I sat on the edge of the desk and let my hands slid down to Brody's then gripped them and brushed my thumbs over his knuckles. "I wish you'd found a way to call the pub."

"I didn't want to bother you."

"Brody." I rose to my feet and brushed some dark curls away from his eyes. "You're never a bother. If you need me, I'm here for you. Always. I need you to know that."

Brody moved closer to me, pushing my ass against the desk. I shifted my hands onto his hips and tugged him tight against me. He smiled at me. "The same goes for me. You're mine now."

An exhilarated shiver ran the length of my spine. Where had that come from? Possessive Brody was hotter than his usual steaminess. I parted my lips as I stared at him—inviting him to show me how much he wanted me. He moved in, cupping my face, and commanded my mouth.

This time it was my turn to whimper. I had never felt as desired as when Brody's mouth was on me. When Brody's hands were on me. When his body was close to mine.

"Lock your door," he whispered after releasing me. "I want to taste you."

After I locked the door, Brody spun my chair until it was facing away from the desk and indicated I should sit in it. I thought he was going to give my knees a break. Instead, he undid my pants and hauled them off my hips almost dumping me onto the floor on my ass.

My cock was on board with whatever Brody's plans were. The gorgeous man, who somehow thought I was worthy, dropped to his knees in front of me and kissed the inside of my thigh. His lips were feather light and the stubble along his jawline thrilled my skin.

He looked up at me. "Mine."

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