Page 107 of The Sins of Noelle

She was behind a bookshelf, surrounded by other bookshelves. And there was no one in sight. Surely she could…

Before sense had time to win over instinct, she slid her hand down her pants, moving her underwear to the side so she could reach that sensitive spot. She gave a soundless whimper at the first touch as a spark of electricity traveled all the way through her body.

Her eyes on Blue, she dipped her fingers between her folds, marveling anew at the amount of wetness dripping out of her.

In her wildest dreams it hadn't been like this. But then she'd merely conjured up his memory. Now she was staring at the real thing.

So aroused she was, it only took a few strokes for her to come, the pleasure rocking through her body. Panting, she barely found her balance as she leaned into the bookshelf. Her legs felt like jelly, her brain foggy and filled with desire.

If touching herself with him present felt like this… She didn't know if she could survive if he ever touched her himself. God, but that would probably kill her with pleasure.

Just as she was coming down from her high, though, she noted that Blue rose to his feet and exited the stacks.

Noelle scrambled to put herself back together, ensuring her glasses and her cap were both in place before following him out.

Yet she was a moment too late.

When she stepped into the hallway, he was gone—and there was no trace left of him.

A panicked breath left her lungs just as her enthusiasm from before deflated.

She checked her watch, disappointed to see that she had one more hour. And if he didn't come back… That was one hour wasted.

"I'm sorry," she muttered as she turned and bumped into someone.

"It's fine," a guy replied.

Looking up, she noted he was as tall as Raf, but much more muscular, his physique that of an athlete. Just as she was about to turn and walk away, he suddenly pulled on her arm.

"It's you," he stated in an angry voice. "I saw you. You stole Britney's ID," he grit out, his fingers tightening over her arm.

"I'm sorry, you must have the wrong person," she insisted, her eyes widening with shock.

How could anyone have seen her? Had she been so careless?

But considering the way she lost her head when it came to Blue, she supposed she could have been a tiny bit too careless.

"Let me go," she said as she tried to pry his fingers off her arm.

"Show me your ID and I'll let you go."

"I said you have the wrong person," Noelle repeated, tipping her chin up with confidence.

"Show me your ID and I'll let you go," he continued. "Or else I'll call security."

Noelle continued to struggle in his grasp, and slowly, panic started mounting inside of her.

She could handle herself—she knew she could. But the last thing she wanted was to create a scene and attract attention to herself. Least of all, she didn’t want Blue to suddenly return and see her.

No, she couldn't allow that.

She was about to kick him between his legs when another voice permeated the air.

One she was very well acquainted with.

"Let the lady go," Blue called out, coming back from wherever he had been.

Noelle tipped her cap lower, pushing her glasses up her nose so she wouldn't be recognizable.

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