Page 36 of Gifted

“I was in the parking lot,” I whispered. “I hopped on the plane a half hour after leaving the school.”

“Naughty little lamb.” He said it quietly enough Macy couldn’t have heard, but heat still flooded my cheeks. It matched the fiery need burning through my veins.

Noah drew me into a tight hug, and I sighed happily. My fingers slid under his suit coat and curled into the crisp linen of his shirt while I nestled into him. It felt so good to be in his arms again, to feel his hard body against mine, to hear his heartbeat under my ear.

“Macy, this is my wife,” he said with his lips against my temple.

“Oh,” she exclaimed. “Poppy. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I’ll, um, leave you two then. It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Kessler.”

She knew my name? Clearly, he’d spoken about me.

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” I replied. Any jealousy seeped away at her reaction to my identity, as well as the knowledge Noah had made it clear he was taken. Taken by me.

“Wife?” I asked him as soon as the door shut, sealing us alone together.

“Close enough. You know it’s just a matter of how quickly I can get you to the altar. How about we fly to Vegas this afternoon?”

“How about we don’t make your mom kill us? You know she’s planning an all-out wedding for Valentine’s day.” Frankly, I was a little afraid of some of the plans she’d made, but she assured me everything—and there was a lot of everything—would be tasteful.

“Too far away,” Noah complained. His hands skimmed along my back. They reached the hem of my sweater and inched beneath to flatten on bare skin.

“It’s in a couple weeks.” I giggled because Noah made me so happy.

“Still too far. No one knows you’re here. I can have the company plane ready for the flight in an hour.”

“A whole hour?” I teased. “Whatever will we do?”

“I’m taking that as a yes.” He pulled me tighter, his hand curling into my ass. “I have lots of ideas on how to pass the time.”

I glanced toward the door.

“It has a lock,” he assured me. “And this used to be my dad’s office. It’s soundproofed. It needed to be back when my mom was his assistant.”

“TMI.”

“It’s all new furniture since then. Come here. Let me show you my desk.”

“I have something to show you, too.” My legs wrapped around him as he carried me. I couldn’t begin to stop myself from rubbing against him. He was the only scratching post my pussy wanted.

“Should I worry about your beautiful assistant?” I asked.

“Is she?”

I lightly smacked his shoulder. “You know she is. You’re not blind.”

“She’s also married to my favorite cousin. More important, she’s not you.”

I melted back into him, kissing his neck and breathing in his spicy aftershave. “You say the sweetest things.”

“They’re true.”

He planted me on his desk, and my purse dropped beside me. Reaching inside while he kissed me, I blindly felt for the test. I grasped it in my fist and held it against my chest while he cupped my face, and we devoured each other, so hungry for the renewed connection.

“I need to see you,” he muttered and leaned back to lift my sweater. His stare landed on my hand.

“Little lamb,” he breathed, abandoning my clothes and uncurling my fingers from the plastic stick.

“Merry Christmas,” I whispered, though the holiday had been a month ago. Still, this must have happened on Christmas or during the week after, sometime before he’d reluctantly put me on a flight on January second.

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