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In response, she deep throated me, and I jerked. She alternated between swallowing my dick and gliding her tongue over the tip.
“Ryan,” I managed when her pleasurable torture eased.
Before I came, she crawled up and slid her soaked pussy down my cock, gasping at the sensation. I grabbed onto her hips as she rode me, moving my hips to her rhythm.
Her eyes closed. “Noah.” Her soft moans turned into loud cries as she came. I quickly joined her, pumping my release into her.
Afterwards, she rolled to her side and snuggled against me. Turning, I threw an arm over her waist and buried my face against her hair. The familiar scent of coconut invaded my nose, and I smiled.
Ryan would be my wife.
Chapter Forty
I sat at the desk in Noah’s small home office, sipping a glass of white wine and typing what I intended to say at the upcoming press conference, scheduled for the day after the Amage presentation and separate from the one forLa Nostalgie. If KMG won the Amage advertising contract, then I’d announce it on camera. If we lost, I’d congratulate Sauncier, however meaningless that win would be.
In a few, short days, my life had become a wonderful, mad dream. The date had been set for my final presentation—two days from now. Today was the tenth, meaning in five days we’d trim our tree. We’d chosen it last night, but it wouldn’t be delivered until the morning of the fifteenth.
Noah had released a statement to the media about his proposal and my acceptance, and well-wishes were pouring in from around the world. We were the public’s darlings, all ill-will forgotten for the time being.
I thought I’d have time to plan my wedding, but nope. Noah gave me three months. He opened a bank account for me, then, at my protest, changed it to a joint account to be used for the wedding and the reception. The man had no concept of a budget. If I wasn’t so completely in love with his fine ass, I would’ve also demanded at least six months, but his eagerness to marry me stole the last of my good sense. For a woman always so determined to follow my head in a relationship, my heart won with almost anything involving Noah. Once he told me of his plans for the company and the active role I’d play, I was a goner.
If he’d asked me to skydive from the moon, I would have. Noah owned me, heart and soul. I was so glad Quinn hadn’t allowed me to back out of the masquerade ball. I still would’ve met Noah, but I don’t think the intensity would’ve been there from the moment he sauntered into his corporate office.
Taking a break from my document, I yawned and picked up my phone to check messages. Just as I was going to set it down again, a message from Noah came through. His monthly dinner with Graham was over and he’d be home soon.
I thought of several ways to greet him. In our bedroom, with a few candles lit, and completely naked. In front of the warm library fireplace, lounging on a mountain of pillows. Unable to decide, I typed a brief message with a heart emoji and the words,be careful.
Before I pressed send, my fucking battery died and I huffed in frustration, dropping back into the chair and glaring at my computer screen. An email alert popped up in the lower corner and I frowned. It wasn’t the fact that I had incoming mail, it was that the sender was Megan Buford.
If only I’d remembered that curiosity had fucked up some nosy ass cat. Her message was simple enough:Ask Ida is Soraya Morgan’s column. I found a few that may be of interest to you.
Attached to the email were five images. Even as I downloaded the first one, I was rolling my eyes for entertaining Megan’s childish bullshit.
At first, the words didn’t register. No. Scratch that. The words registered, but theAsk Idaletter writer didn’t click in my head. By the third column, I had no doubt Quinn was Concerned Sister. When I opened the final attachment, I didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to understand Noah had written this one.
In that moment, my world fell apart again, and I became that sixteen-year-old who’d lost her parents and had no one. Yet, in so many ways, this blow was ten times as brutal. The two people I trusted most in the world, the man I’d given my heart to and the sister I cherished, had betrayed me. Not only that, but Reid had also known. Soraya. And I was almost certain, Graham. He and his wife were best friends and had no secrets.
I stared at the screen, unable to do anything, even cry. I doubted I blinked. My body felt leaden. Realizing I had nowhere to turn hurt worse. I didn’t even have my apartment anymore. I’d put so much faith in Noah, it had never occurred to me I’d ever need it again. Besides, in my head, I’d always have my sister to turn to. She had been as much of a liar as the man I loved.
The ringing doorbell snapped me out of my pain, and I stumbled out of the room and down the long hallway. A moment later, I swung open the door, blinking at the sight of Nicholas Keegan.
“Noah isn’t here,” I said woodenly. He hadn’t offered Noah any congratulations on our upcoming marriage. I’m not sure why he was here because he didn’t seem happy to see me.
Megan’s email crushed me, dampening my unease in Nicholas’ presence. I needed to figure out my next move.
Nicholas brushed past me and stopped near the console table in the entry hall. “I’m not here for him. I don’t know why this woman thought I wanted to be involved in my brother’s drama.” Disgust rang in his voice. He scowled at my engagement ring, then met my gaze. “I…Megan Buford sent me a very disturbing video.”
“She has a video too?” I asked, watching as he tapped his phone screen. “She sent me an email with images of the column.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ryan.”
“Megan—”
“I’m going to have her charged with harassment,” he spat. “I was on the way over here to talk to you about the account. She has been calling me for days. Tonight, she’s gone too fucking far. If Tina had seen this, she might’ve thought it was me.”
“What—”
He shoved his cell phone into my hand and pressed play on a video. The camera panned around a hotel room. I recognized the walls from when Noah and I video chatted during his business trip a few weeks ago. It took a moment for the moans to register. Just as they did, the camera turned to Megan. Her face, her baby bump. Her pussy plastered on Noah’s mouth. I couldn’t see his face, but his dark hair was as unmistakable as his hotel room. My hand shook and I let out a sob, trying to give Nicholas the phone. Except the horror wasn’t finished. The video changed to Megan riding Noah’s cock. His features remained hidden, but the décor was the same.
