Page 81 of The Fate of Us

Brutus yips and barks at his feet, no doubt wanting to say hello to me too. But I can’t pull myself away from this man.

Noah presses me into the wall in the hallway, his lips going to my neck and ear, whispering a million I’m sorrys and I love yous all at once. I feel his stiff shaft against my stomach as I tell him it’s okay and I love you and I’m sorry.

I grind down on his hips and he growls in my ear. He pulls me away from the wall as I pull my shirt over my head.

“Fuck, Anna, I need you right now,” he says as he bites on my lip.

“Take me, Noah. I’m yours.”

“I need to get you upstairs,” he grunts as he pauses on the steps, pushing me back into the wall as he fumbles with the button on my jeans.

I grip his neck, kissing him hard before I push him off me. He stares at me as I unhook my bra, my full breasts teasing him as my nipples harden. I slowly walk up the stairs, swaying my hips as I go. I look over my shoulder and he is watching me with a predatory grin. I smirk at him as I get to the top of the stairs and slowly peel my pants and thong down. I kick them to the side and turn to look at him but he’s already on me, pushing me toward the bed.

He shuts the door and locks it and then strips his own shorts and briefs off. His cock his hard as he strokes it while staring at me. I bite my lip as I scoot back on the bed, spreading my legs for him.

He growls and is on top of me in a split second. His lips kiss me hard. Our kiss needy and wild. My hands grip his neck as his grip my thighs pushing them open. He slides into me with such force I nearly lose my breath.

But this is what we need. A mess of tongues, teeth, limbs, and love.

Grinding and moaning as we give each other what we desire.

An apology in the dirtiest sense as I let him own my body.

When we both find our release, he collapses on top of me, his hands in my hair.

“Anna. Mayberry. I love you. Please don’t leave me like that again.”

I can’t help but laugh. He pulls away from me, a confused look on his face.

“Noah, I was leaving either way.”

“We weren’t okay when you left. We were in a fight.”

I trace my finger down his face, over his slightly crooked nose, across his lips. “Then I guess that was the make-up sex.”

I feel his dick stir as it sits inside of me. “Mayberry, that wasn’t make-up sex. That was I missed you sex. You might not be able to handle make-up sex.”

I giggle at that and his lips fall on mine.

“We need to talk, Noah. You need to explain all of this.” My tone serious as I change the subject.

He sighs and pulls out of me.

He rolls onto his back and scrubs at his face.

I prop myself up on my side, leaning on my elbow, as I pull his hands away.

He looks at me and I know from that one look I want to spend forever with this man.

“This is all a bunch of shit. And I feel like no matter what I do, I am going to lose you,” he admits.

I grab his hand as a reassurance I’m still here.

“Claire contested the divorce.”

“Now? She can’t do that.”

He shakes his head. “She contested it before the divorce was finalized.”

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