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Shivers run over me. His hands grip my thighs wider, his fingertips digging into the fleshy part of my ass as he really eats me. “Noah. I can’t,” I warn him, so close to tipping over the edge.

He pulls back from me his glare, deathly serious. “Hold it.” He slaps my pussy like it’s been bad, but the sensation when I’m so heightened is so damn good. “Can you be a good girl and do as I say, Pasiley?” he asks, his voice holding a dark edge to it.

I lick my lips; they are suddenly so dry. “Yes,” I whisper, hoping I can.

His mouth is back on me, more delicately this time, sucking in a way that makes my insides melt. My eyes roll closed, and I rock my hips into his mouth, needing more friction. But he keeps the pace slow and controlled. His tongue thrusts into my opening,and the tingles start running through me all over again, my orgasm building. This feels too good. “Noah,” I warn him, and he backs off right away.

He slaps my pussy again, and I have no idea why, but it feels so damn good.

“Oh God,” I cry. My hands tremble. I’m so close I can’t think straight. “If you want me to cum on your cock, you need to fuck me now.”

He chuckles, and the vibration of his mouth still on me goes right through me. Then his lips are gone and he’s climbing over me. I find his cock, stroking him back and forth greedily. He’s impossibly hard, and I need him inside of me. He lifts my legs, holding them closed in one hand. Then he lines himself up and shoves inside me.

“Oh fuck,” I cry, the air knocked out of me as he fills me with his massive, bare cock.

“Paisley, you feel so fucking good.” He stares right into my eyes, and I know this is different for both of us. This is real. It has been since the elevator.

He moves so I’m on top of him. “Ride me, baby.”

I rock my hips as his hands come to my breasts and toy with my raw nipples. Pleasure ripples over me, and I can’t hold on any longer. My pussy convulses around his cock, and I move faster, riding him into a euphoric haze where our bodies are one. He grabs my hips and thrusts into me. I go weak and collapse over him, but he doesn’t stop. My orgasm continuous, waves of pleasure wracking through me, over and over again. I feel him jerk forward one last time, and then he fills me with his own release.

He presses his forehead to mine, breathing me in. I feel so close to him like this. When he moves away, he goes to his dresser top drawer and pulls out a jewelry box, moving back to the bed. “I love you, Paisley.” The words slip from his lips, thenhe kisses me, sweet and passionate, such a contrast to the way we fucked like animals. When he pulls back, the box is in my hands.

“What is this?”

“Something I got for you. You mean everything to me, Paisley. The time we spent apart was the worst of my life, and I know you’re not ready for a huge commitment like marriage yet, but this is just a little something until you are.”

I pop open the velvet box, and the most exquisite gold charm bracelet stares back at me, a heart charm dangling from one side.

I grin back at him, happier than I have been in so long. “I love you too, Noah.” I do, I love him with everything I have. And that’s why I know walking away from him even for a month will crush him. It will crush me, and I already know I can’t do it, no matter how good Beckett has been to me. Sneaking around in this town is dangerous, and I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before we get caught, but he’s worth the risk.

Chapter 33

Noah

The scent of vanilla wafts through the kitchen of Elliot’s house. Excited squeals of his youngest daughter Lacy come from the back yard as she plays on the trampoline with Mae, while they wait for the cakes currently in the oven to finish baking.

“Kara, can you let your sister and Mae know the cakes are nearly ready? Mae will be pissed if I let them burn on her again,” Eliott calls to his daughter, snickering at Mae’s expense.

The remnants of the burnt mess are still piled up on the kitchen counter in front of me and Parker. I’ve been picking at it, but it mostly tastes like charcoal.

His oldest daughter, Kara, pops one of her headphones off her ear and mutters something in Elliot’s direction.

I smirk at Parker. Glad I don’t have a sassy teenager to deal with yet.

“She can’t even pretend to be happy on her birthday,” he grumbles so only we can hear as he stirs icing mixture around in a silver bowl, finishing off mixing the icing Mae abandoned.

“She’s sixteen. Don’t they hate everything, especially their parents?” I laugh at his expense. “Why isn’t she having a party with her girlfriends? What sixteen-year-old wants to hang out with her dad’s friends?”

“She didn’t want to celebrate at all. I’m starting to worry it’s more serious than her just being a normal teenager. Since her mother died, she’s become increasingly more introverted. All she does is play Xbox with those damn headphones on. The only time she’s off the couch is when she’s playing soccer, and even then, it’s scary as fuck how aggressive she is.”

Emerson comes around behind him and gives him a squeeze. “You’re doing an amazing job with her. She’s just working out who she is. It’s hard being a teenager. You remember, don’t you?”

I feel a text coming in, the familiar buzz of my phone vibrating against my palm.

MARGO: Are you coming into the office today?

I sigh heavily, not wanting to deal with her. She’s driving me insane. That’s the tenth message since I got to Elliot’s two hours ago, and I’m not sure yet what to do about it.

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