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“What are you up to today?” he asks.
“Same as you.”
His brow rises. “That an invitation to fuck? Because that’s where my mind went.”
“I have to work?—”
“See, sometimes being president—of my company, not of a country, there’s a big difference—has its perks, like rocking up to work whenever I feel like it. So we can have sex?—”
“I have to walk Angus.”
“—and then some more sex and?—”
“Stop teasing me, I have to meet Katie.”
He laughs softly. “I thought you had to work. Or walk your beast on legs, and now it’s Katie? All in a minute? That’s quite a line of lies or quite the morning.”
“You’re confusing me. I’m meeting Katie after work tonight. But I have to walk the dog, and then go to work, so?—”
I push him, wanting him out of my way, knowing, like he does, I could have stepped around him. He’s so warm, solid, hard under my palm, and I’m betting other parts are hard, too. I drop my gaze but drag it up before I even reach his pants, and I moan.
Noah moves then and finally, finally touches me.
His fingers wrap around my arm. It’s so electrifying I cry out and step back, letting go of the towel I’m holding.
It tumbles to the floor.
Noah grins.
“Are you sure you have to go?” he whispers in my ear. “Or do you want to stay?”
“Stay and do what?”
His gaze burns a trail over me, over my nipples that harden under his gaze, down over my abs and hips to my pussy, and his gaze lingers there for long heart beats of moments.
“What do you think?” he asks.
“I…” I should run, I should say no, I should pick up my towel, ask for body wash and shampoo and buy myself body armor and a chastity belt before work, that’s what I should do. I don’t. At all. “I don’t know. Stay and do what?”
He closes the circle with his other hand and brushes a strand of wet hair from my face.
“What the fuck do you think, Aria? This.”
Chapter Thirteen
ARIA
He drops his hand,and he leans in like he’s going to kiss me, and I start melting.
But he doesn’t.
“I’m going to fuck you stupid,” he whispers in my ear.
Then he lets me go, spinning me and lifting me in his arms. Noah carries me to the bed.
“You’re wet.”
Heat engulfs me, and he laughs. “I meant you in general. Considering the towel and you weren’t exactly trying to drag me to bed, I figure you were in your shower and were suddenly overcome by an urge to snoop so strong you had to go right there and then. Of course…” He moves his hand as he dumps me on his bed and slides a finger along my pussy’s slit. “Now you mentioned it… you seem wet, but I should check. For science.”
