Page 202 of Wild Mustang Security Firm

“I’ll see that Thom picks up what we need,” he said, standing.

“Where are you going?”

“To get you that coq au vin.”

Zara watched him walk back to the kitchen. His jeans, while not tight, fit his butt as if someone had painted them on. She was quite certain he would win any contest for Fine Ass Friday. That ass, those muscular thighs and core were what made him such a powerhouse in bed. Her pussy clenched in anticipation of the night to come. She was quite certain she would feel each of those seven welts as well as the hand spanking that had preceded it but was just as certain Noah’s skills as a lover would make the pain the least of the things she felt.

She shook her head. Already, he knew her body as well, if not better, than she did. Yes, he was extremely dominant when they made love, but he was right—that was part of his allure. She’d really forgotten what it was like to be with a man who took command where sex was concerned. The thing that made it even better was he always ensured she derived just as much pleasure from the act as he did. Even when he was fucking her mouth, he managed to get her very aroused and hungry for his touch.

Zara watched him return and smiled.

“What’s that for?” he asked.

“Just thinking. I can’t decide which view is better—you walking away with your great butt or coming at me with that nice big bulge in the front of your jeans.”

“Wanton woman,” he scolded with a smile.

“Your wanton woman,” she replied.

“Damn straight.” He sat next to her, brushing his lips against hers.

Using the fork to spear a piece of chicken and vegetables, he dipped them in a bit of the sauce, then lifted it to his mouth to blow on it before offering it to her. She accepted it greedily.

“Oh my God, that’s good,” she exclaimed.

“Careful, you’ll make my head swell.”

Zara reached onto his lap and gave his package an affectionate squeeze.

“Which one?”

“Both,” he said, kissing her.

That was another thing she liked about Noah. He wasn’t stingy with kisses or tactile expressions of how he felt—although she could do with fewer displays of his discipline.

Zara couldn’t remember a dinner she enjoyed more. They bantered easily with each other as though they’d been lovers for years. There was an ease about Noah that captivated her every bit as much as the demanding alpha who had laid claim toher. She found him to be a quintessential warrior but also an incurable romantic with a wicked sense of humor.

“Do you ride?” she asked. “Finn says they have horses.”

“Yes, to both, and they also have mules. Do you like to ride?”

“Very much, but it’s been years, and I’m nowhere near as good as Finn.”

“Me, either. I’m not anywhere as good as Mac or Croft, but I like to trail ride. There’s a peace when you’re out in the wilderness—just you and a horse—and a certain clarity. My favorite time to ride is at sunrise. I try to find a place where I can watch the sun come up over the horizon.”

“That sounds wonderful.”

“Know what would make it better?”

She shook her head.

“To share it with you.”

Zara wasn’t sure why, but something about that simple gesture touched her deeply, and tears welled in her eyes.

“You don’t have to…” he started, misinterpreting the tears she was sure he had seen.

She came up off the couch and kissed him, not minding the pain that radiated across her backside as her ass came into contact with the seat cushions.

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