Page 67 of Because of Me

“We’ve been caught like naughty school children.”

Amira hums. “Like, university student and professor? Because I could get behind that.”

With a growl, I grab her ass and haul her into me. My cock grinds against her pussy, and there are too many layers between us but it still feels too good.

“Would you be a good student or a bad one?”

She reaches between us, grasping my growing length through my pants. “I think I could be taught a lesson or two.”

The sound that escapes through my chest is near animalistic. My eyes roll back and I see visions of Amira, bent over this desk, pussy glistening as she waits for me.

“Hey Noah,” she whispers. Her timid tone changes the mood and I snap out of the vision.

“Yeah, Cupcake?”

“I don’t want to ruin the mood …”

“But?” I lean back and cup her cheek in my hand. Her cheeks are flushed with the bright pink blush I’ve come to love, and I’d do anything for her right now.

“Can the role-playing wait a day? I just want you tonight.”

Instead of answering, I kiss her again. Over and over because it will never be enough.

AMIRA

The last pink shades of sunset have long since faded and the sky is littered with stars—so many more out here than I can see from my balcony—as Noah drives us back to his house. It’s closer. And Ella will be at the apartment.

I don’t know how we tore ourselves apart to leave Noah’s office at the winery, but somewhere in our deepest emotions, we knew his desk was not the place for us to reconnect. We’ll get to that fantasy another day. In the car, we sit in silence, Noah focused on the road and me lost in my thoughts. They race through my mind like an old silent movie. A fuzzy black and white montage of our past. Not just the past few months, but every moment before that. From the very first day we met, when Noah was just some hot guy from Sydney, to the day I watched his soul crumble behind his eyes when I asked him to move out, and skipping forward to tonight. When Noah’s face regained all its spark.

When we may not have said the words, but we felt them.Love.

It’s so clear to me that’s what this is. No wonder I was scared shitless, because I’ve never felt anything like this before. I never thought I would.

The winding back country road is dark, but as Noah pulls onto a straight section he reaches across the centre console to rest his hand on my thigh. His touch is light yet searing. Heat flares from under his fingertips, spreading through me and warming me to my core.

This is different to every moment we’ve shared. The anticipation, the excitement. The nerves.

He gives a gentle squeeze before returning his hand to the steering wheel and turning into a quiet street. We’ve reached some place that resembles civilisation. The outer of Melbourne’s outer suburbs. Quaint houses on large blocks are lit by faded streetlights and twinkling Christmas decorations. Inflatable Santas and reindeer sit proudly on rooftops, candy canes are scattered across lawns, twinkling lights draped over eaves and around poles.

It’s pales in comparison to the estate Noah took me to, but it’s stunning all the same. There’s nothing like this where I live. We’re notin the citybut sometimes it feels like everyone wants to be. The inflatable Santa on my balcony is festive but out of place. Not like here. Every house on this street is decorated, and I love it.

“If I knew this was where you lived, I never would have asked you to move in with me,” I whisper in awe.

Noah chuckles. “Then I’m glad you didn’t know.”

Rounding a corner, he pulls into the driveway of an old English-style cottage. Picket fence and all. Fairy lights stretch across the white posts, and a rustic wreath is hung on the door.

“If I’d known you were coming, I might have decorated more for you,” he mumbles as we exit the car.

“You didn’t have to decorate just for me.”

He must race around the car to stand by my side as I take in the house. “I know,” he says as he drapes his arm over my shoulders. “But I also know you love the lights anyway. I saw your face light up when we saw them and wanted a little piece of the smile just for me. I’ve had these up ever since, just in case.”

I let him guide me into the house. He kneels in front of me in the entryway, unbuckling my shoes and sliding them off my feet. His hands linger on my calves, his eyes take in every inch of me.

Slowly, he stands, letting his fingers trace a path from my legs up to my waist. My insides are molten lava and my core throbs with need. But I want to savour every second of this moment. Of tonight.

“Noah,” I whisper, our mouths so close my lips brush against his with the words.

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