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  I know I should get us out of here, drive us someplace more private, but I’m not done kissing her. Who knew kissing could be so much fun? A guy deprived of intimacy for the last year, that’s who. I’m more than happy to make up for lost time with this beautiful, eager girl.

  “You make me crazy,” I murmur, finally breaking our kiss, only to move on to sucking on the soft skin of her neck.

  “Liam,” she rasps.

  “Come home with me.” It’s not a question, but Noelle nods, touching the pad of her finger to her lips as she pulls away, her wide eyes on mine.

  We’re quiet on the drive home, the sexual tension heavy in the air. I imagine Noelle is thinking exactly what I’m thinking, at least I hope she is and that she’s not having any regrets.

  When we pull into my driveway Noelle gasps.

  “This is where you live?” she asks, her jaw dropping.

  “It’s a little excessive, considering I’m alone here half the time,” I say sheepishly. I’ve gotten used to my huge, six-bedroom house, but it’s an imposing sight, resting on the top of a hill at the end of a winding driveway.

  “I love all the windows,” she says as we step out of the car and approach the front door.

  I nod. “That’s one thing I told the architect I wanted. Lots of natural light.”

  I pull open the door and we step inside. Noelle marvels at the two-story entryway, looking up at the chandelier. I walk up behind her and wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her ass into my groin. I’m still aroused, and Noelle makes an eager sound as she spins to face me.

  She lands against me, her hands on my chest. I take a step forward until she’s pressed against the wall, her body hugging against mine. I tuck a strand of wavy hair behind her ear, running my fingers along her jaw.

  “You look so sexy tonight,” I mutter, leaning in to press my lips against hers in a soft kiss. I slide my hand down her curves, cupping her breasts before moving them to her hips. She responds by thrusting her hips against me, and I feel pressure building behind my zipper. She slides her hands up my chest, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it open. Her hands explore my body, moving down to my stomach, trailing her fingers along the top of my trousers.

  “You don’t look so bad, either.” She smiles shyly.

  I nuzzle against her neck, leaving wet, sucking kisses all over her fragrant skin. Noelle’s hand wanders lower, finally cupping and rubbing my aching erection right over my pants, and I let out a groan. I grab onto her hand, fighting for some control.

  “Naughty girl.” I meet her eyes.

  “Show me your bedroom?”

  “Fuck yes, sweetheart. If that’s what you want.”

  She licks her lips. “I want.”

  I have to adjust the swollen appendage beside my thigh before I can properly climb the stairs.

  Noelle doesn’t miss a thing, and lets out a short laugh. I toss her an amused look over one shoulder that says your fault.

  Inside my bedroom, I help her onto the large bed, kicking off my shoes before turning to her. She’s resting on her elbows, watching me. I can hear her breath coming heavily as I begin kissing her ankles, moving up her legs. I slide her dress up to kiss between her thighs, inhaling sharply at the sight of her lacy red panties. She lays her head back as I kiss right over the center of her panties, continuing to slide her dress up until I pull it over her head. She’s wearing a matching bra, her breasts heaving beneath it.

  Slowly, I undo the straps of her shoes, keeping eye contact with her as I slide them off. I pull my shirt off and toss it to the side, then lean back over her.

  “Tell me what you want,” I whisper, pressing a soft, teasing kiss on her full lips.

  “You,” she says through a moan, tilting her head back to expose her throat. I kiss down her throat and along her shoulders.

  “You want my cock, Noelle?” My voice is a harsh pant, but it’s the best I can do.

  “Mmm,” she groans when I lift the fabric of her bra and slide my tongue over her nipple, which grows hard against my tongue.

  “That a yes?”

  “Y-yes….”

  I groan against her, reaching a hand underneath her to unclasp her bra, her breasts bouncing free of it as I toss it beside the bed. I cup her breasts, slowly circling my fingers around her nipples, teasing her. Finally, my thumbs graze her nipples, and the sight of her writhing at my touch almost sends me over the edge. She whimpers quietly as I move my mouth to her breasts, gently tugging her nipple between my teeth. I move to the other side, giving each breast the attention it deserves.

  I start to kiss down her stomach but she sits up abruptly and reaches for my belt, sliding it off in one quick motion. The ache in my groin is almost too much, and I stand up to pull off my pants, and then my boxer briefs. Far from being shy, she openly takes in the sight of my erection as I climb back on top of her and press myself against her. She reaches a hand down to stroke my length, and I let out a groan of pleasure as she runs a finger over the tip.

  “Take these off,” I order gruffly, tugging at her panties.

  “Thought you’d never ask,” she says in a low voice, pulling them off and throwing them to the side. I hover over her for a moment, allowing the anticipation to build. I feel like I might explode, and I savor the feeling for a moment. Then, I rub the tip of my erection against her wetness, my heart pounding harder as I feel how much she wants me.

  “So perfect. So wet,” I say quietly, trying to control myself.

  She arches her back as I continue to press myself against her gently.

  “I want you inside me,” she whispers.

  I roll away from her briefly to grab a condom, and once it’s been sufficiently wrestled onto my swollen shaft, I’m back, admiring the view of her on my pillows as I move between her thighs.

  Noelle lets her knees drop open, and I take one in my hand. My other, aligning myself to her warm, wet center.

  Planting the soles of her feet against the mattress, Noelle lifts her hips, shimmying and moving her gorgeous pussy up and down over my erection. It bobs with pleasure.

  Wrapping my hands around her slender calves, I push her legs closer to her ribs, as I press forward. The weight of my erection is right there—and I nudge inside, her warmness inviting me in.

  My heartbeat pulses wildly as I draw back and then press forward again.

  “Liam,” she moans, her eyes sinking closed.

  “You’re so tight,” I grunt as I thrust farther inside of her, moving with the rocking of her hips. She moans loudly, taking me in to the hilt. I grab one of her legs and pull it up over my shoulder, burying myself deeper as her breath turns to short gasps. She moves a hand to my shoulder, digging her nails into me.

  When I bring my hand to where we’re joined, and begin to rub her beautiful pink flesh, Noelle cries out.

  “Oh fuck. Liam. Fuck,” she moans.

  “Yes, sweetheart?”

  Her eyes meet mine, and they’re half-lidded and filled with lust. “It’s so good. You feel so good.”

  As do you, princess. “You going to come for me? Tell me what you like.”

  “You,” she moans again. “I like you. Don’t stop.”

  I wouldn’t dream of it. Unable to control the sudden snapping of my hips, I pump into her faster, my thumb still working against her.

  I’m getting dangerously close, and am just about to apologize, to admit it’s been a while, when Noelle’s entire body begins shaking in light tremors.

  And then I feel it.

  The best feeling in the entire fucking world.

  Her tight heat grips me, her entire body clenching as she comes. She lets out a cry of pleasure, her body still trembling as I finally begin to let go.

  Left with no choice, I fully surrender, riding out the most intense orgasm as her body continues twitching around mine with overstimulation.

  I lean down and press a kiss to her parted lips and then carefully withdraw myself from her heat.

  Moving from th
e bed, I dispose of the condom in the bathroom and then rejoin her on the bed, tugging her naked body close. She curls against me, her long hair falling across my chest.

  We’re both still, quiet other than the sound of our heavy breathing.

  “You’re incredible, and I’d say that was worth the wait,” I say after a minute, turning to gaze down at her.

  “Yeah, you definitely lived up to all of my fantasies,” she says with a grin.

  “Oh, so you’ve been fantasizing about me?” I ask with a smirk.

  “Just a little.” She holds up her thumb and forefinger, wrinkling her nose as she laughs.

  I bend over to kiss her forehead and lie back against the pillows. It feels so natural to have Noelle here, lying next to me. For once, I didn’t overthink something and it turned out better than I could have imagined. I’m not sure how Noelle feels, but I could definitely get used to having her around.

  Chapter Seven

  Noelle

  “Can I get you anything? Water?”

  “Water would be great,” I tell Liam, rolling over in bed. I watch as he stands, admiring the muscles that ripple down his back as he stretches. Who knew Liam Bennett, CEO and my boss, had such a great butt? I mean, I always figured he did, the way he filled out those thousand dollar suits, but now that I’ve seen it in the flesh, it definitely lives up to my expectation.

  I lie back after he pulls on a pair of shorts, relishing the slight soreness between my legs. The room smells heavily of sex, and I bury my face in one of Liam’s pillows, breathing in the musky pine scent of him. He returns with two glasses of water, and I bite my lip as I watch his abs flex as he leans forward to hand one to me. Even after having sex with him, I’m still blown away by his good looks. His hair is tousled, which makes him look even hotter, something I’d thought was impossible. I’m definitely interested in spending more time with this laid back, loosened up Liam.

  I sit up, taking the glass of water from him. I’m still naked, but I don’t bother covering up. I’ve always been comfortable with myself, and either he likes what he sees or he doesn’t. Either way, I’m not changing.

  I set my water down after finishing most of it and realize Liam is staring at me.

  “What?” I ask, leaning back on my elbows.

  “Don’t move,” he commands, and the tone of his voice sends my heart into a frenzy. I loved the way he bossed me around in bed earlier and I’m immediately turned on again, the soreness between my legs turning into an aching.

  “You’re perfect.” He climbs onto the end of the bed, pulling my ankles apart. “Spread your legs,” he tells me in a husky voice, and I obey, heat running through me.

  He begins kissing my ankles, and up my legs until he reaches my thighs. His mouth explores my inner thighs and along my lower belly, and I feel my lady parts responding.

  I lie back, letting the feeling of desire wash over me. We just had sex, why am I already so turned on again?

  He gently kisses me at my center, his tongue just grazing my clit, and I bite my lip as the intensity flows through me. He continues to kiss me gently, teasing me, until I can’t stand it anymore.

  “Liam,” I whimper, moving a hand down to grip his hair in my fist.

  He takes the cue, finally running his tongue along the length of my wetness, and I let out a low moan. He moves his tongue faster, focusing on just the right spot. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and it doesn’t take long before I feel electricity building inside me. I close my eyes, focusing on the feeling of his tongue against me. He pushes my legs wider with his hands so I’m fully open to him, and the pressure inside of me grows. I can hardly breathe, and I let out a loud cry of pleasure as the first wave of my orgasm floods through me, my hips rocking against his mouth. He continues lapping me up until I’m still, my heart pounding against my chest. I’m breathing heavily, my body trembling slightly. But then Liam stands, removing his shorts before climbing back over me.

  “How are you already hard again?” I gasp, drinking in the sight of his full nine inches. It’s only been twenty minutes since we last had sex.

  “It must be you,” he says quietly. He stares into my eyes for a moment, and my heart pounds against my chest. “Can I fuck you again?” he asks, pressing his erection against my thigh.

  I nod, still hardly able to move from the intensity of my orgasm. Liam bends down to kiss me gently at first, then more hungrily as I slide my tongue into his mouth. He turns me over roughly so I’m on my stomach and begins kissing along my shoulders, then between my shoulder blades and down my spine. A shiver of anticipation runs through me as he grabs my ass in his hands, gripping it before giving it a hard smack. I breathe in sharply, turning to look at him. His eyes are heavy with desire, and I swallow, trying to keep my breath even. He pulls my hips up so I’m on my knees, then presses his erection between my thighs, rubbing his shaft along my wetness.

  Dear God … this man. I guess the boardroom isn’t the only place he likes to take control.

  He reaches his hands around me, cupping my breasts in his hands before pinching my nipples gently. I gasp, arching my back and pressing myself into him. He continues massaging my breasts, running a finger across my nipple every so often as heat builds inside of me. I whimper again as he presses himself tighter against me, the ache between my legs becoming almost unbearable.

  “I want you,” I moan, unable to wait any longer.

  Liam pulls back, and I hear the crinkle of a wrapper, and then he’s pressing the tip of his erection inside of me with a groan. I rock back against him, taking him further in, wanting to feel him fully inside of me. He grabs onto my hips, entering me deeper with each thrust.

  He reaches a hand around to my clit, gently rubbing it. I’m almost overcome by the sensation as pressure builds once again inside me. I arch my back, taking him in as far as I can, and he grunts as he thrusts faster against me. I grip the sheets into a fist, my breasts bouncing against the mattress as I match Liam’s rhythm. I press my face into the mattress to muffle my loud moans and with a final thrust I lose all control, my body writhing against him as I come, savoring the release that floods through me.

  Once our breathing slows, Liam moves to lie down next to me. I turn onto my side and prop myself up, looking into his eyes.

  “Well, you certainly know how to wear a girl out.” I grin, exhaling loudly. “I think three orgasms in one night might be my record.”

  “That was nothing.” He smirks, wrapping an arm around me. “You should see me on a good day.”

  Did my stuck-up suit of a boss just make a joke?

  I laugh, rolling over to rest my head on his hard chest.

  My lips are swollen from kissing him, and I can tell Liam is just as spent as I am. I close my eyes, ready to sink into the reverie of the night. I smile as I drift off, thinking there’s nowhere I’d rather be.

  •••

  I blink my eyes open, disoriented for a second at the sunlight. I’m turned to the edge of the bed, staring out a huge floor to ceiling window at a beautiful garden with a gazebo in the middle. My heart skips a beat before the memory of where I am comes flooding back.

  I turn over, but the other side of the California king bed is empty. I stretch out from beneath the white down comforter, sitting up. On the bedside table is a note written in Liam’s small, neat handwriting.

  Meet me in the kitchen, love.

  Stacked next to the note is a t-shirt and pair of athletic shorts, along with a new toothbrush and tube of toothpaste. I almost laugh as I pull on the clothes and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Leave it to Liam to be so type A he has a day-after-sex starter kit.

  I pad down the wooden staircase and into the kitchen, still in awe of his home. I walk across the marble tiled entryway and follow the smell of bacon to the kitchen, which is huge and stunning with granite countertops, every stainless steel appliance you could imagine and a long island with a breakfast bar. Liam is standing with his back to me, wearing a pair of dark jean
s and a black t-shirt. I sneak up behind him and slip my arms around his waist, pressing myself into him. He turns from his cooking, smiling at me. Based on the clean, soapy smell of his skin it’s clear he’s already showered, and his hair is combed neatly into place. I almost want to laugh at how uptight he is, even in his own home.

  But it’s also kind of adorable.

  “Good morning.” I smile up at him as he spins around and pulls me against him, planting a gentle kiss on my lips.

  “Did you sleep okay?” he asks as I move next to him to examine what he’s cooking.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever slept so well,” I admit, leaning against the counter. “Then again, I don’t usually do so much strenuous activity right before bed.”

  He laughs, flipping the bacon, which sizzles in the pan.

  “Can I help?” I ask.

  “Do you want to make the eggs?” he asks, pointing toward the carton.

  “Sure.” I grab it and take a pan from the rack above the stove.

  “I usually cook eggs in the smaller one,” he says quickly, and I pause, raising an eyebrow. He lets out a small laugh. “Sorry. I’m a little set in my ways, I guess.”

  I grin, setting the pan down and turning on the stove.

  “You? Rigid? I hadn’t noticed,” I say sarcastically, cracking an egg into the hot pan. “I assure you I make an amazing fried egg, so you can relax.”

  He smiles, pulling the bacon from the pan and setting it on two plates. He places two slices of bread in the toaster and sets the table with butter, jam and Nutella.

  “You know the real way to a girl’s heart.” I grin at him, sliding the eggs onto the plates and bringing them to the table. “Bacon and Nutella.”

  “I do what I can.” He smiles, and my stomach flips. I’m happy to see that he hasn’t shaved yet, and the five o’clock shadow highlights his jawline and defined cheekbones. In the bright sunlight I notice flecks of gold in his green eyes as we chat over breakfast. I force myself not to stare, but I feel like I could look at him all day and never get tired of it.