Page 32 of Billion Dollar Baby Deal

Soon enough ;)He chastised himself, so much for the business approach.

Sophie hadn’t responded by the time he got into bed. He was worried he had played it too flirty, until his phone dinged again.

Haha. Good night, Noah.

Night, Sophie.

As he plugged in his phone, he caught himself smiling. He stopped immediately.

God, what was she doing to him?

Sophie appeared in his dream that night. At first she was smiling and laughing, talking to the receptionist from work. And then she was in his office. She began to strip, peeling off one of those tight dresses she wore so often. Underneath she was wearing dark lacy lingerie. The scene moved suddenly and she was sitting on his desk, naked and begging to be tasted.

She looked so hot.He wanted her, needed her so badly.

Noah walked towards her and she gave him that wickedly seductive giggle. He bent before her, gently stroking her inner thigh with his hand. He replaced his hands with his mouth, kissing his way towards the spot she begged for him to touch.

“Please, Noah,” she breathed.

The sound filled him with a deep ache. Noah could not make her suffer any longer.Hecould notsuffer any longer.

He leaned down to taste her, feel her softness against his tongue—

His arousal pulled him from sleep.

It wasn’t real,he realized.

Sophie didn’t want him like that. She had gotten her child. They could not have that kind of relationship again.

Disappointment consumed him and he tossed and turned with an aching lust that only she could dampen.

* * *

The following week, he called Sophie into his office.

When she entered the room, his brain flashed with the image of her naked on his desk.It was a stupid dream, that’s all. It meant nothing.

“Good morning,” she greeted.

“Morning. Please, have a seat,” he said. “How are you doing?”

“Fine…” Sophie gave him an odd look and sat. “Is everything all right?”

Maybe he was being too formal. “Yes. Everything is fine. I was thinking about what you said on Friday and it got me thinking—”

“Which part?” she interrupted.

“Oh. Sorry.” He laughed. “The part about you not being my wife yet.”

“And?”

“I think we should move up the wedding.”

“I was only joking about the wife thing,” Sophie replied.

“I know, but why wait?” Noah cleared his throat, scared that she might take his words the wrong way. “I think it would look best if we got married before you have the child.”

He braced for the anger but it did not come.

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