Page 21 of Wild Desire

I could smell her shampoo. Her hand slipped into my pocket, and I stopped breathing. I felt the warmth of her hand through the thin material. My dick hardened at the thought of her moving her hand a little to the left.

I wouldn't be able to hide my reaction to her in these pants.

"Got it," Noelle said, her voice rough.

Did she feel how intimate that was? I'd never asked Riley to go into my pocket to dig out anything before. But then again, this was my first time on crutches.

She pulled out the wallet and opened it for me.

"The black one."

She handed the card to the worker, and he rang us up.

I was pleased that Joey would be happy the next time he stopped by.

At home, Noelle placed the toys on the counter and brought me water and pills.

It was a long morning. I'd overdone it. My knee was throbbing, and my entire body ached. It felt good to work out, but it was like starting all over again.

"Do you need anything else?" Noelle asked me.

"Can you get a bin for the toys?" I asked.

"I can find one for you. Anything else?"

"Take the credit card from my wallet. That way you can buy anything I need."

Her forehead wrinkled. "Oh, I can't do that."

"Riley has one too. You can't be my assistant without it."

She pursed her lips, but said, "Fine."

"Can you restock the fridge too? I need protein, veggies, and fruit. I'll send you a list."

"I can do that."

"Bring it back in a few hours, so I have something for dinner." I couldn't keep eating out if I wanted to get back in shape.

"Christopher has a skiing competition tonight. I'd like to see it."

"Can I go with you?"

She seemed pleased by that prospect. "Sure."

When it came to supporting her family, she didn't seem to mind that I was there as long as I didn't pay for anything or offer her any opportunities. She was a tough one. I wasn't sure what I was doing with Noelle. I wanted to get to know who she was now and why she hadn't pursued her dreams. Her situation called to me.

I wanted to do something for her, and I knew she'd hate that. How could I make her life easier? Was there a way to do that without setting off her alarm bells? Maybe my brothers would have some ideas. They'd been working with her for a while now.

She pulled a throw off the back of the couch and arranged it over my legs. "Get some rest. I'll be back in a few hours."

As she turned to go, I grabbed her wrist. The skin was soft under mine, and her pulse was racing. "Thank you, Noelle."

She smiled tightly. "I'm just doing my job."

"You don't have to be here. You could have said no."

"This is good for me too, remember? You're my first personal assistant job. You're giving me credibility. Now, get some sleep. I'll be back soon."

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