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She stared at him with a mixture of sadness and determination. “I’m not changing my mind about us, N…” She pressed her lips together to stop his name spilling out.
“I’m not going to beg you to come back if that’s what you think. I was going to suggest a straight-up fuck.”
She choked. “Excuse me?”
“You. Bent over the back of my couch. Me. Pounding into you. One time only offer. No muss. No fuss. We never really got a chance for a proper goodbye.”
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“Did you not hear what I just said? There’s no chance in hell of that happening. Ever,” Leia snapped, but her pupils dilated before she stalked to the window. After a handful of seconds, she turned. “Besides, didn’t you tell me last night I’d never feel your cock inside me again?”
He smiled grimly. “Yeah, I was kinda hoping you’d forget that part. My cock certainly chewed me out for laying down that insane gauntlet.”
“I told you I don’t do angry sex. I especially don’t do angry sex with exes. So if you don’t want to part friends, I… I hope at least you don’t hate me forever.” Bruised eyes connected with his and held.
Shit. She really fucking meant it.
Noah sagged back onto the edge of his desk, his thoughts roiling.
“You really want me to leave you alone?” His voice didn’t sound normal. And his hands were growing numb from gripping his desk.
She bit her lip and remained silent for so long, Noah’s heart soared.
“Yes, I do,” she said.
The words dropped like acid onto his skin. He swallowed and nodded. “Do two things for me before you leave, would you?”
“W… what?”
“First of all, promise me you won’t pay the fifty million until you hear from me. And don’t worry, I’ll only contact you by phone if that’s what you want.”
“Umm… okay. I promise,” she said softly, confusion in her eyes.
“Good.”
“And the second thing?”
“I want you to turn around and lift up your skirt.”
“What? Noah…” She bit her lip, eyeing him warily at her slip.
But while the sound of his name on her lips sent a bolt of longing through him, it didn’t stop him from demanding what he needed. “Those are my terms. Do it, and you’ll be free to go.”
She shook her head in bewilderment.
He stared back at her.
Dropping her bag on the floor, she slowly turned around, faced the door and grabbed the hem of her skirt. The moment her lace-topped stockings ended and her naked flesh was exposed, he stopped breathing.
The garter belt was the same dark leather as the belt he’d branded her with last night. “Is that one of your creations?” he croaked.
She shook her head. “N… no.”
“Keep going,” he instructed hoarsely.
The skirt crept all the way up, and he bolted upright. “Tellme you haven’t been walking around attending meetings with no fucking panties on?”
The look she sent him held a mixture of defiance and embarrassment. “I couldn’t. The welts were too painful even with a thong.”