Page 152 of Savage Suit
I gasped and slapped his chest. “Dick!” I feigned outrage.
He chuckled, and I giggled.
“I couldn’t resist fucking with you.” He grabbed me by the waist and kissed me.
Tapping my tongue against his lips, he opened his mouth, and our kiss deepened. His cock stirred to life. Dinner with the fam slid lower on my to-do list.
He pulled away and pressed his forehead to mine. “If we fuck again, we might not make it in time, baby.”
I couldn’t get enough of his mouth on me. “We can have a quickie.”
“Ryan,” he murmured against my lips. “Your offer is so fucking tempting, but your family is important to you.”
“They are,” I admitted grudgingly, backing out of his arms.
He grinned at me. “There’s always later.”
“True.” Disappointment thickened my voice. “I’ll shower, do my hair, and all that jazz.”
“Don’t sound so defeated,” he said, snickering. “I have the perfect solution.”
“Which is?”
“Showering with you.”
Desire pooled between my legs. “That can be arranged.”
I knocked on the black wooden front door to the brownstone I grew up in. Behind me, Noah shifted anxiously, far from the confident man I’d grown familiar with.
“Calm down,” I chided, as the door swung open.
My big sister smiled at me. Armani looked like an older version of Quinn. They had almost identical facial features, with our father’s hazel eyes. Before Quinn began so heavily processing her hair, she’d had the same natural coils as Armani.
Armani yanked me into an embrace. “Ryan!”
Laughing at her enthusiasm, I returned her bear hug.
It had been weeks since I’d seen her. Our conversation after the press conference hadn’t been the happiest. It was only now, in her presence, I realized the depth of how much I’d missed her.
After a moment, we separated, and she glanced over my shoulder.
Curiosity lit her features, and she smirked at me before studying Noah. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and recognition dawned in them. “You’re Noah Keegan.”
At her disbelief, I glanced at him. His disarming smile heralded the return of his self-assurance. “I am. It’s nice to meet you.”
Armani’s gaze seesawed between us. “Ry, why is your boss here?”
We hadn’t discussed how he wanted me to introduce him, so I searched for an acceptable response, but only incoherent mumbling escaped me.
“I’m Ryan’s date for the evening,” Noah said without hesitation.
Armani’s eyes grew to the size of saucers at the information. “Oh. Er…it’s nice to meet you. I’m Armani, Ryan’s older sister.” She extended her hand.
He took it and gave her hand a firm shake. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
“All good things, I hope,” she chirped, eyeing me playfully.
Noah chuckled.
