Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
“Well, it’s all about having the right credentials,” I say, my eyes fluttering closed as he presses his knee harder between my thighs.
“And self-confidence,” he adds.
“Mmm…definitely. Dependability, drive, power…” I gasp when he increases the speed over my pussy. “All what it takes to really stand out from the rest.”
Noah continues teasing me until I’m breathless and reaching my climax—all before he’s even undressed me.
The man has superpowers.
Before I come down from my high, he unbuttons and tosses my jeans aside, then yanks off my panties before sinking his face between my legs. He sucks my clit and thrusts two fingers deep inside me. Every time I get close, he backs away, then does it again and again, driving me insane with desire.
“Noah!” I scream. “I’m about to forcefully hold your head there if you move one more time.”
He licks his lips and chuckles. “Just trying to give a thorough oral exam.”
“If you don’t finish me off, then I’ll do it myself,” I threaten as I slide my hand down.
He playfully nips at it, but I quickly remove it.
“No, ma’am. You come when I tell you to. Got it?” He flashes me an arrogant wink, and I equally hate and love him for it. My body is on fire, and if he stops one more time, I’m going to cry.
“Now let’s test your physical stamina,” I say with a lifted brow.
Noah slides off the bed, a cocky grin plastered on his face as he removes his clothes. His erection springs free, and the urge to take him in my mouth nearly takes over. I love the taste and smell of him. Everything about Noah turns me on.
“Lie on your side, baby girl,” he demands, crawling into bed behind me.
He lifts one of my legs, then positions himself at my entrance. Sliding in slow, he pushes in deep and fills every inch of me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight in this position,” he hisses into my neck. Snaking a hand between my thighs, Noah circles my clit and increases his pace.
“Oh my God,” I murmur, surrendering to every glorious inch of him. The sensation of him pounding into me and rubbing slowly has the buildup surfacing quickly.
“You like that?” he asks in my ear.
“So good,” I mutter.
“You want harder?”
“God, yes.”
Every stroke, every caress, every lick, suck, and kiss—Noah cherishes me in a way I never knew existed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
NOAH
I wouldn’t have been opposed to staying another week tangled in the sheets with Katie at the B&B. I’m pretty sure I’ve had a permanent smile on my face since we got home yesterday afternoon. The morning comes quickly, and I’m looking forward to going to work.
Instead of taking Dad’s truck today, he offered to drop me off because he had a few errands to run. On the way to town, we stop and grab a dozen donuts, then make our way to the gym.
“Did ya have a good weekend?” Dad asks as the brick building comes into view.
“Yeah, it was great to get away and relax,” I tell him. “You and Belinda should go visit that B&B. Would be a nice weekend getaway, and the food around town is really good.”
Dad nods. “That might be an idea. Belinda’s birthday is coming up soon. Might have to plan somethin’ special.”
He slows in front of the gym, and I grab the donuts. “Want one while they’re still warm?”
With a big grin, I open the box.
“I’m about to have breakfast at the deli. Better not tell Belinda,” he says, taking my offer.
“Your secret’s safe with me,” I tell him before getting out of the truck and waving goodbye.
I laugh and walk inside, where Tyler and Gemma are standing at the front counter. They turn and look at me then Gemma sees what I’m holding.
“You spoil me,” she says, moving closer.
“You? These are for Tyler,” I tease.
He chuckles as Gemma smacks my arm.
“Okay, you win,” I say, handing them over.
After opening the box, she looks at me. “Did you get a dozen?”
“Yeah,” I tell her. “Why?”
“They shorted you,” she says. “I might call down there and—”
“I didn’t get shorted. I gave one to Dad.” I shake my head.
She snorts. “I’m blaming my instant rage on hormones.”
“You only got a handful of months left to use that excuse,” I say, taking a donut for myself and looking around at what they’ve accomplished while I was out.
“It looks incredible in here,” I say, moving through the main area.
“Thanks,” Tyler says just as Smith walks through the door. “The grand opening is in four weeks, and we still have a fuckton of things to do.”
“I’m ready,” I say with a grin, and Smith greets me with a nod.
Tyler pats me on the shoulder. “Great. I’ve made a list, but mainly all the equipment that was delivered on Friday needs to be assembled.”
When I turn around, I see the stacks of boxes leaning against the wall. I’m surprised I didn’t notice them when I entered. “Wow.”