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That question draws another low, guttural noise out of him. I’m not sure why, but it settles in my stomach, between my thighs. I’m suddenly aware of the fact that I’m wet down there, too.

“What?” I ask, the word coming out breathier than I intended. It’s like I have no control over my voice, and I can only blame Noah for it.

Noah shakes his head, a wicked smirk on his face. Raggedly, he says, “I might be even worse than that bastard.”

I don’t get what he means at first. Then, I shift slightly, and the hardness resting against my backside twitches. It starts to dawn on me thatImight be the reason for what I’m sitting on.

“You don’t know what this is?” he says, pushing his hips up against me.

“I–” He grinds up against me again, and I suck in air through my nose. “I think I have an idea.”

“You want to tell me what you think it is?” he asks, his grip on my waist getting tighter as he pulls me down against the bulge.

“I– I don’t want to be wrong,” I admit as I close my eyes. I’d hate to embarrass him in case I’m sitting on a nightstick or a flashlight. I know what men have down there, of course, and I know that it gets hard, but it’s impossible to imagine that anything could start off soft and become that rigid.

“That’s my cock,” he says, the vulgar word making the wetness between my legs even more pronounced. He pumps his hips up at me again. ”I’m hard as a rock just from kissing you, baby.”

How is the way he’s talking making me feel like I’m boiling? I might melt into a puddle right here on his lap. Actually, I think that I’m already melting into a puddle.

“This happens when I’m turned on,” he continues, leaning forward and kissing my neck. I grip his shoulders tightly, my head cloudy with a need I can’t name. I almost don’t realize that his hand is drifting up my inner thigh. He swipes his fingertips over the wetness that’s been accumulating there. “Looks like you’re turned on too, baby girl.”

“That–” I start, swallowing hard, my hips chasing his touch. “This has never happened to me before.”

“It hasn’t?” he asks, nipping at the column of my throat.

“No, I…” I try to put my thoughts together while Noah continues to lightly run his fingers over my most private parts through my cotton panties. “I… I think it’s because of you.”

“Is that right?” Noah says as he kisses his way up to the pulse point beneath my ear. “I’m turning you on?”

“Y-yes,” I reply as my hips twitch forward and goosebumps pebble my arms. “But, I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Fuck,” he curses, his touch getting even more firm. He nibbles on my earlobe, and I whimper loudly. “Don’t you worry. I’ll take good care of you. I’m going to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before.”

“Please,” I say, not caring what he does to me. I want it. I want anything he’ll give me.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Noah pulls my panties to the side. Then, he pushes two fingers into my opening. I can’t stop myself from whimpering at the intrusion.

His mouth finds mine again. I do my best to kiss him back, but I can’t do much more. The sensation of his fingers inside of me is overwhelming. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I wonder why I’ve never done this to myself.

“You’re so wet,” Noah says in awe. “You wanted me this bad, baby?”

“Yes,” I say, swallowing down another word that threatens to come out. I keep my mouth clamped shut, in fear of embarrassing myself.

I could gush about how much I want him, about how long I’ve wanted him. But instead, I focus on the way he’s fingering me. I keep my mind on the delicious stretch, and the way his thumb occasionally brushes over something above my opening that makes my legs tremble.

There’s something building in my gut. I feel like I might explode, but I can’t tell him to stop. I want to find out what happens. There’s an edge I’m about to tumble over, and I want to be in Noah’s arms when I fall.

“You make the prettiest sounds,” he says, and truthfully, I hadn’t even realized I was making any noise. It’s like my body is reacting to him without my permission. I love having him in complete control of me. “Have you ever cum before, baby girl?”

“I– I don’t think so,” I admit, grinding against his touch on instinct, chasing whatever’s about to come next.

“You’d know, baby,” he assures me, the deep timbre of his voice adding to the way he’s touching me. “There’s nothing like it.”

“Oh,” I say, but it turns into a moan, my voice reverberating off of the walls of Noah’s office.

He chuckles, leaning in and kissing my neck again. I feel like I might ascend to a higher plane. All of this attention is too much for my brain to handle.

As he continues to kiss my throat with reverence, he asks, “Do you want to cum? Do you want me to give you your first orgasm?”