Page 78 of Connected By Souls

Noah busts out laughing. “Trust me, Emma. Mav is not interested in my sister. That would just be weird. I mean, she’s practically like a sister to him.”

“It might have been that way when they were younger, but Bella is a beautiful woman now. It would be natural to look at her in a different way.”

“I would know if that were the case. Mav and I tell each other everything. Plus, he sleeps around a lot, and I promise you, my sister is the last thing on his mind.” He squeezes my hand. “It’s sweet of you to care so much about them. They’ll get over their fights and be back to normal soon.”

“If you say so.” I’m not convinced at all. I have a gut feeling about this, and I secretly think they would be an amazing couple. They just need a little help along the way and someone to push them a little into admitting their true feelings. Luckily, I’m a good matchmaker. I got Cole and Skye together, and they’re still going strong years later.

“I say so.” Noah pulls me out of my thoughts. “Don’t go planning anything either,” he says, reading my mind. Crap. How does he do that? “It would be a waste of time because the feelings just aren’t there other than a brother-sister love.”

“You’re probably right,” I agree to pacify him. I guess I’m on my own with this one. I need to figure out my next move.

I stepout of the shower a little while later and wrap a towel around myself. Heading into the master bedroom to change into my pajamas, I don’t see Noah in bed. I walk down the hall and see the office light on. I peek in and see him writing on his laptop. His hair is messed up on top like he just ran his fingers through it. His blue eyes are intent on the screen as his fingers fly across the keyboard. He looks so damn sexy. I want to drop my towel right here, knowing he will come to me.

Getting an idea, I run down the hall quietly and dig for my new outfit I got. I was waiting for just the right moment to use it. Grinning, I look at the white button-down top, plaid skirt, and fake black eyeglasses. I have no idea what a librarian fantasy would wear, so I went with the schoolgirl look. Putting my hair in a bun, I slip into the skirt and put the white shirt on, tying it at the bottom to make it crop. I leave most of the buttons open, knowing I’m braless underneath. I look in the mirror as I add my glasses. Perfect, I grin. I slip on some sexy black heels and make my way back to the office. Standing in the doorway, I lean against the door. “Did somebody ask for the librarian, Mr. Hunter?”

Looking up, his jaw drops. His eyes rake over me, piercing me with their heat. Shutting his laptop, he moves it to the side and slowly leans back in his chair. “I did ask for a librarian, Ms. Hart,” he says, playing along.

“How can I be of assistance, Mr. Hunter?” I ask, biting my lip and looking innocent.

I see his eyes darken as he watches me. Glancing down, I see him straining against his pants as I lick my lips. “Come here,” he says.

Walking over to the desk, I trail my finger along the wood as I make my way to stand in front of him. Grabbing me by the waist, he sits me up on his desk, making my skirt ride up as cold air touches my bare sensitive parts. I gasp at the cool contact of the wood.

“You’re a very naughty librarian, Ms. Hart. I don’t see any panties or a bra.” He runs a finger over my hard nipple showing through my white shirt.

“I have been naughty, Mr. Hunter. I should probably be punished.” I bat my eyes at him through my glasses.

“Oh, I intend to. Lie down, Ms. Hart,” he demands as I lay down against the desk. I feel him push me forward as warm breath touches my inner thighs. He licks his way up my inner thigh before his mouth finds me already wet for him. Sliding his tongue up my slickness, he sucks on my sensitive bud as I arch my back off the desk in a moan.

Digging my fingers into his hair, I hang on as he devours me, building a fire deep inside my core. My heels dig into the leather arms of his chair. I lift my hips to meet his tongue as he takes me over the edge. I cry out at the intense sensation as jolts of pleasure shoot through my body.

Coming down from the euphoric high, he stands up and flips me over, leaning me over the desk as the side of my face touches wood. I feel my skirt flip up, exposing my behind for him. Still sensitive from my last orgasm, I feel his hand rub my bottom.

“Time for your punishment, Ms. Hart,” he says before slapping me hard on the ass. I gasp at the sensation before I feel him rub the stinging spot. Desire pools between my legs as his hand smacks my other cheek. I moan as he rubs the stinging away, mixing the pain with pleasure. Running his fingers through my folds, he leans over and whispers in my ear. “Did someone enjoy that, Ms. Hart? You’re so wet for me.”

“Yes, Mr. Hunter. Only you can make me this wet.” I push myself into his hardness and feel myself throb against him.

“Fuck,” he breathes. I hear the zipper of his pants, and in one hard thrust, he’s inside me. We both groan at how deep he is.

Wanting to shock him with my words and make him burn with need, I turn my head and look at him through my lust-filled eyes. “Fuck me, Mr. Hunter. I want it hard. I want you to own every inch of me. My body is yours to take.”

He stills at my words as I hear his breathing increase. I can tell how aroused I’ve made him as his fingers dig into my hips. He brings me back to meet him as he slams into me over and over again. My nipples rub against the desk, intensifying the sensation as he claims me roughly from behind.

“Yes!” I cry out as my core builds with desire. I hear him moan, knowing he’s close as he goes deeper than I ever thought possible. Unable to stand the building pressure, I cry out. “Yes, Mr. Hunter!” I let the sensations take me under. He shouts out and pulses deep inside, filling me from the depths of my soul. He collapses on top of me, holding himself up on his forearms as we try to catch our breaths, allowing our bodies to become grounded again.

Once we both can talk, I hear him say, “Holy hell, Emma. That was so fucking sexy and intense I thought I would die by orgasm. I think this just became my favorite fantasy of all time. Don’t ever get rid of this outfit,” he chuckles against my back.

Giggling and pleased he loved it as much as I did, I grin. “I will never get rid of this outfit. Who knew an author and a librarian could be so sexy?”

Getting up and helping me stand, he turns me around and kisses me deeply. “I’m going to write the best scenes in here tomorrow, sitting at this desk and knowing what went on in here.” He grins at me.

“I can’t wait to read them,” I giggle.

Later in bed, I snuggle close to Noah feeling like my heart is about to explode from happiness. I glance at him while he sleeps. My heart never stood a chance from the first moment I met him. It has always belonged to him, even if I didn’t realize it. Every part of me is in love with this man. I know he feels the same way, but he’s waiting to say it until he knows for sure I’m ready. After our office fantasy, I almost blurted it out, but I want the first time I say it to be perfect. The camping trip is coming up, and we’ll be at our favorite spot. It’ll be the perfect place to tell him. I lay my head on his heart and listen to his steady heartbeat as I drift off into a dreamless sleep.

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After work on Monday,I get my house ready for Cole and Skye. We pick them up at the airport tomorrow night, and to make things easier, they’re staying at my place while I stay with Noah. I’m putting the fresh sheets on the bed when I hear Noah walk in.

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