Page 41 of Wild Desire

"What will you do with the furniture in your apartment?"

"I'll probably just leave it."

I wanted to ask follow-up questions, but her face was closed off. She didn't want to talk about this, especially in front of Marcus.

"You want to take that contract to Eli? Make Sugar Rush official?" I asked her.

"Sugar Rush. Is that the name of your donut company?" At Noelle's nod, Marcus said, "I love it."

"Thanks for your support. I think I'm going to like working here."

"There's no better kitchen or chef," Marcus teased as we laughed.

"I'll run this contract upstairs and then meet you in the condo. I'll slide it under the door if Eli isn't working."

"I'll go with you."

Eli’s door was closed so she pushed the envelope underneath.

"Are you going to let me go to your mom's tonight?" I asked her.

"I said I would. Besides, I owe you one for the donut deal."

"I didn't have anything to do with that. It was Eli."

"Yeah?" Noelle looked at me as we got into the elevator.

I swiped the card, and the elevator ascended to the penthouse level. "Eli already had the deal in mind when I came home."

"I'm glad I got it on my own merit."

"Of course you did." It was obvious to everyone she was a hard worker.

In the condo, I sat in my usual spot on the couch and flipped on the TV while she set up with the laptop on the armchair. She sifted through emails, occasionally asking for help in responding to something.

It was nice; there was the hum of the TV and the click-clack of Noelle's fingers on the keys. Before I knew, I was out.

In my dream, Noelle put down her laptop and straddled my lap, promising to make me feel good.

My cock woke the hell up at the feel of her on top of me. She kissed me as her hands drifted over, then under, the edge of my shirt. Her hands felt so good on my skin. But I wanted more. She sat up and lifted her shirt over her head, revealing breasts that threatened to spill over the lace cups of her bra. I couldn't resist reaching around her and unhooking her bra. The straps slipped down her arms, and she let it fall between us.

Her nipples were a dusky rose color, hard and begging for my mouth.

"Killian. Killian."

I woke up to a gentle shaking and warmth along my side, not my lap.

"Wake up. We have to get ready to go to my mom's."

I sat up, wincing at the residual pain in my knee and alarmed that my dick was hard and the dream wasn't real.

"You need medicine?" Noelle asked me, her voice laced with concern.

I nodded shakily, hoping she wouldn't notice the bulge in my pants. When she stood and moved toward the kitchen, I grabbed a pillow and placed it in front of me. Then I thought about Noelle's mother and siblings, desperate to ease the ache. By the time she returned with two pills and a bottle of water, I felt calmer.

"What were you dreaming about?"

"Was I talking in my sleep?" I asked, worried I'd called out to her or given her some indication that I was dreaming about sex with her.

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