Page 127 of Savage Suit
Unable to speak, I nodded. Even before he touched me, my pussy moistened. When he leaned down, my eyes fluttered closed out of instinct. He brushed his lips against mine, and I eagerly responded. Our kiss quickly deepened, flaring out of control. He grabbed me by the waist and held me tightly against him. Humming in the back of my throat, I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hard, thick cock pressed into my belly.
“Noah,” I whispered, wanting him more than my next breath.
“I’m here, baby,” he told me, and my heart melted. I was lost. Completely and irrevocably.
Our kisses turned frantic.
“I want you inside of me,” I confessed. “Now.”
Satisfied laughter rumbled from him. He guided me to his desk and pressed me against it, trapping me between his rock-hard body and the wooden surface. My hands traveled up to his hair. He nipped my lip, and a moan escaped me. Breathing heavily, he pulled away from me to untuck my sweater and undo the button of my pants. Watching his big hand trail across my belly once he lifted my sweater filled me with anticipation.
A knock on the door interrupted us.
“Fuck,” I gasped and shoved him away. Stumbling to my feet, I put some distance between us as I repaired my clothing. My lips were moist and swollen. My lipstick stained Noah’s mouth, so I’m sure it was hopelessly smeared on mine.
Unperturbed by our encounter, Noah stared at me as I strove for calm. Besides his slightly messy hair and my lipstick on his mouth, he looked as collected as always.
The knock came again.
“Mr. Keegan?” Megan called.
Fucking shit! She was the last person I wanted to face. For the most part, we stayed in our own lanes, but she still had it in for me. And I didn’t trust her. I also still suspected she’d orchestrated the Ingrid Warrington confrontation.
“Yes, Miss Buford?” Noah stalked to his desk and settled into the chair, then grabbed a file and opened it. “What can I do for you?” He picked up a pen and busied himself with paperwork.
“May I come in?”
He opened his mouth to answer.
“My lipstick is all over you,” I blurted, panic not passion responsible for my racing heart.
Scowling, he opened a desk drawer and pulled out a packet of tissue.
“Mr. Keegan, may I come in?” Megan demanded.
Wiping one over his mouth several times barely helped, but Megan’s refusal to leave left him limited options.
He glanced at the folder again. “Of course.”
The door opened and Megan strutted in, laser-focused on Noah.
Her black pencil skirt showcased her long legs, the tailored coat outlining her trim waist. “Mr. Keegan,” she purred. “Have you seen—oh!”
I moved away from the sofa to alert her to my presence.
Startled, she gasped, and her hand flew to her chest. “There you are, Ryan. I’ve been searching for you.”
“My morning meeting with Ms. Hagen took longer than usual,” Noah said coolly. “I apologize for holding her up.”
We’d been seconds away from fucking on his desk. I would’vereallybeen held up.
“Oh, my goodness. Is everything okay, hun? I came looking for you twenty minutes ago, and Rosa said you hadn’t arrived yet.” She smiled, and I wished her phony expression froze on her fucking face forever. She stared at my lips, then looked at Noah again. Displeasure gleamed in her eyes. Still, she kept smiling. “Are you terribly undone by his reprimand, Ryan? I should’ve warned you—”
“Miss Buford,” Noah barked. “Ryan’s tardiness is of no concern to you, Rosa, or anyone else except me.”
“Of course, Mr. Keegan,” she responded, her cool dignity firmly in place. “I apologize, sir. I was out of line.”
“I’m not interested in your apologies, madame. You do owe Ms. Hagen one.”
