Page 64 of Million Dollar High

Gripping her thighs, he spread her wider. She flinched from the rope marks marring her inner thighs, but he didn’t loosen his hold. He knew the pain only added to her pleasure. She confirmed it when her eyes glazed over and she licked her lips in anticipation of his possession.

Tugging the T-shirt over her head, he caught it at her elbows and tied a snug knot. With her hands immobilized behind her, he went to town on her beautiful small breasts. He licked, sucked and slapped her exquisite mounds until she begged him to finish her off.

Impaling her on his cock, he shouted at the first thrust. “Christ, you’re so hot! So tight and silky.”

She circled her hips in answer, her head thrown back in surrender of the insanity threatening to sweep them away. Noah attempted to slow things down… to gain a little clarity… to stop the rush of feeling that came with having this woman in his arms.

In the end, he closed his eyes and just rolled with it.

21

“Where’s this place?”

Noah looked up from examining her newly re-bandaged wrist to the building the driver had parked in front of. He took his time to answer, kissing the inside of her wrist before laying it back on her lap. He nodded at the driver to open the door and turned to her.

“One Destiny Plaza is a new development. Twelve condos, two penthouse duplexes, each with a private gym, pool and a concierge service that means you don’t have to leave the building unless you really, really want to.”

“You sound like a realtor,” she said, laughing.

“That’s because I’m parroting mine. There’s also a helipad at the top and I’m sure if you ask nicely, they’ll build you a capsule to the moon or a stairway to heaven.”

Grinning, she took the hand he held out to her. Her body brushed his when she stepped out of the car, and she heard his sharp intake of breath. Hiding her own flustered nerves, she returned the driver’s smile and followed Noah, the man who made her heart race with very little effort.

Noah was dressed in a navy-blue shirt, tailored slacks and a grey jacket, and his commanding presence attracted attention the moment they walked into the building.

Female eyes checked her out, assessed the competition, calculated their chances and swung quickly back to him.

Not today, bitches, she felt like shouting out to them.

After fucking her twice more on his desk, he’d carried her into the bathroom and bathed her from head to toe. Then he’d set her down in front of the bathroom mirror and dried her hair. They’d shared a leisurely breakfast in his minimalist kitchen before he’d set her up with a spare laptop in his study.

He’d kept the conversation general and flowing and her throat had locked when she realized he was trying keep to her mind off the impending auction deadline. He conferenced Tim and Harry every half hour, hammering them with questions about the strength of their trojan software until Leia had felt sorry for them.

Ten minutes before the deadline, he’d pulled her up from the sofa and onto his lap, his fingers playing over the area above her ear while his foot bounced with nervous energy.

His breath had punched out of his lungs when she’d circled her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his jaw. “Noah?”

“Yeah?”

“Whatever happens, we’ll deal with it together.”

His foot had stopped for a moment, then resumed bouncing. “Too right we fucking will.”

Her laptop had pinged with an email from her lawyers and the board, informing her they were on standby to deal with any media fallout should the auction go live.

She’d tensed at the one-line enquiry from one board member as to Warren’s whereabouts.

Noah’s jaw had tightened at Warren’s response about taking a personal day, but he’d said nothing.

Midday had come and gone with no word from her stepfather. The boys’ trojan had held, and Paddy called to say there was no suspicious activity at her office or any other place they were watching.

After another two hours, she’d begun to relax, allowing herself to believe they’d won this round. Thinking they’d be staying put for the day, Noah had surprised her by walking into the living room just before three, brandishing a box. It’d contained a gorgeous cobalt-blue sundress with a visible leather-bordered zipper and underwear in fire-engine red. When she’d lifted her brows at the minuscule thong, he’d shrugged unapologetically.

He’d produced her shoes from the ball and lounged back to watch her dress in the living room. Next stop had been the private doctor waiting in Noah’s office. The short, bald physician had declared her sprain healing, re-bandaged her wrists and given her painkillers to take when necessary.

Now, as she walked beside Noah through the stunning atrium designed to harness the best of Miami’s year-round sunlight, the warmth of the day filled her heart. A futuristic-looking fountain gurgled quietly next to a pair of glass elevators, creating a sparkling reflection on the crushed glass and marble floor, as Noah walked her to the front desk and collected two keycards.

He inserted the first one into a slot in the sleek elevator and they shot up to the twenty-second floor. Trailing behind Noah, Leia glanced around the wide private hallway with interest. Everything looked beautifully designed and modern.

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