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She should’ve felt intense shame, but all Leia wanted was more of what Noah was doing to her.
After her third orgasm, Noah knotted his fist in her hair and pulled her head back. His other hand trailed up her inner thigh, caught the shameless evidence of her arousal.
“Holy hell, you’re a fucking delicious mess,” he crooned with deep satisfaction before he released her. The curl of his tongue on her skin a moment later snapped her head down.
He’d positioned himself between her thighs, staring up at her as he licked his way up her inner thigh. He stopped short of her swollen pussy.
Leia’s body shook. Her tears spilled onto his mouth, mingled with her juices. He licked his lips and carried on with his torture until he’d lapped her clean.
With one long suck on her clit, he rose and kicked off his briefs.
He thrust into her hard, groaned deeply, then held himselfstill. Looping the bullwhip around her neck so the ends hung down her back, he began to ride her. Fast and deep, he pounded her through another climax, then shuddered roughly through his own powerful release.
Her hands were starting to go numb from being restrained for so long.
Still holding her, he rubbed at her closed fist before holding out his hand. Leia didn’t want to let go.
He kissed her cheek and jaw, gently caressing her hand. “It’s okay, baby.”
Slowly, she unclenched her fist. He unlocked her and released the gag. As their eyes met, that connection she was sure wasn’t just in her imagination anymore arched between them.
In silence, he carried her to the bathroom. He washed her quickly, as if he knew she wouldn’t last much longer on her feet. Back in bed, he curled himself around her back and massaged her melting limbs. As sleep swamped her, Leia wanted to embrace the bliss washing over her, but she knew it was false.
Noah’s heart was closed to her, despite his strong arms wrapped around her body.
He still hadn’t kissed her.
“Fuck it. Why the hell don’t I learn to pick friends who understand the word no?”
Leia looked up from where she sat sketching on the sofa and smiled. She’d returned from work two hours before bursting with ideas for her spring collection.
Enjoying her creative energy, Noah had resisted the urge to disturb her the way he’d been dying to, choosing instead to drink a beer and watch her work.
“What’s that… the fourth text in five minutes?” She quirked a sleek brow.
“The sixth. Those fuckers give thick and fast a new meaning.” His finger hovered over the latest text as he considered deleting it.
“You blew them off for poker night last week.” She shrugged. “Figures they’re a little pissed.”
“Pissed I can handle. Pissed and pushy is crossing the line,” he grumbled. “They’re threatening to come over unless I reply.”
She dropped her pad and came over to kneel before him. Her hands on his thighs did amazingly powerful things to him. He caressed her cheek and felt his chest fill with that insane emotion again.
“Invite them over. I can work downstairs at my place for a while.”
“No.” The growl was a warning for her to drop the subject.
That beautiful mouth he wanted to kiss more than he wanted to breathe pouted. “But I feel bad that I’m keeping your buddies from you?—”
“You’re not.”
Her lips pursed. “Please, Noah. Do it for me.”
His finger traced her lower lip. “What do I get out of his shitty deal?”
A peck on his finger followed a saucy smile. “I have two new pieces of lingerie downstairs. Have fun with your buddies. Let me work for a few hours, then I’ll come back here and model them for you.”
His heart pounded. “Or we can stay here, you work faster and we get to the modeling part quicker.”