Page 163 of Echoes of Us

I got my headphones off and pushed off the bed, grabbing my keys and walking out the door. I called a car and waited impatiently until the driver left me at the side of Noah’s building. I stared up at it and took a deep breath.

The doorman greeted me with a smile, which I returned.

“Mr. King, it’s nice to see you again. Do you need me to ask Mr. Rossi to come down?” he asked.

“Hi, Harold. No, actually.” I hesitated before firming my resolve. “Can you ask him if I can come up?”

He called and spoke when Noah answered. He signaled me to go ahead. “Mr. Rossi will see you now,” he said with a polite smile, waving towards the elevator.

I turned towards it. “Is he…?”

“He’s by himself,” he answered before I finished.

I nodded and took tentative steps towards the elevator. No turning back now.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FIVE

BEFORE

Iwas tying my shoes when the door burst open. I glanced up.

Noah had his sunglasses on and smiled brightly, dropping his bag on the floor and holding his arms out towards me. “Honey, I’m home.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. At least he was in a good mood. I moved towards him, and he reached for my neck, kissing me passionately.

His keys dropped to the floor and his other hand tangled in my hair. “I missed you,” he whispered, making me smile and hold on to his waist as he kissed me.

“I was headed out.”

“I know, I was hoping to catch you before you left, to offer an alternative to the morning jog as a form of exercise.”

“Really?”

His hand reached my backside, grabbing me firmly and pulling my hips against his. “Yeah, I’ll let you do all the workwhile you fuck me, so you can get the most out of it.” He laughed.

We went back to the bedroom, his lips and hands insistent, demanding. He pulled my clothes off, and I helped him out of his shirt before he fell back on the bed. I crawled over him, and he leaned to kiss me.

“Did you jerk off thinking about me while I was gone?”

“Not as much as you, I’m sure,” I said.

He barked a laugh. “Ooh, burn, Atty. That was a good one.”

I kissed his neck and all the way down to his navel as he moaned. “It’s funny ’cause it’s true.” I eased his pants down and reached for the lube. “I thought you were getting in later.” I clicked the bottle open and coated my fingers.

“I got an earlier flight. I was awake anyway.”

I touched him, slathering some of the lube on him before I started pushing in slowly. I kissed the inside of his thigh. “You didn’t sleep last night?”

Noah shook his head. My hand stopped moving.

“At all?” I insisted.

“No, I went out. I met some friends. Don’t stop, Atty,” he said dismissively.

I stopped. “It was Sunday. You went out on a Sunday?”

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