Page 150 of Savage Suit

“I’ve never thought of you as a whore, sweetheart,” he said gruffly. “Why would you even think that about yourself?”

“It was just a thought,” I mumbled, refusing to open that old wound anymore. It was bad enough it had pushed to the surface earlier.

“And what now?” Noah continued. “I’ve had nearly a week to think about our status as employer and employee, as friends, and as lovers. I don’t give a shit about what our relationship should be. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters, other than one truth. I just want you.”

His words, coupled with the stare he aimed my way, turned my legs to jelly and aroused me beyond fucking measure. My belly tightened and my core pulsed. I wanted to say something. Anything. Whether it was profound or lighthearted didn’t matter.

Squeezing the bridge of his nose, Noah sighed. “I don’t want to pressure you into anything, Ryan. Tell me you don’t fucking care about exploring whatever is between us, and I’ll leave right now and never bring this up again.”

How did he expect me to answer with so many variables involved? At my silence, he stood up and advanced toward me. I stayed in place, craning my neck back as he got closer so I could continue to look him in his eyes.

“Tell me you don’t want to see where this goes, Ryan,” he murmured, barely an inch separating us. He bent his head and trailed barely-there kisses down my neck, his warm, minty breath tickling my sensitive skin.

His arms slipped around my waist, and he pulled his lips away, so our gazes met.

“I won’t stop working unless I choose to do so,” I whispered, our faces inches apart.

“Fine, Ryan.”

For now.He didn’t say those words, but they still rang loud and clear in my head.

“Let your brain rest,” he told me. “Stop analyzing every word I say or every move you make.”

The spicy scent of his cologne and the lust in his eyes punctured my resistance and wet my pussy. We wanted each other, and I was finally at peace with what had happened at the masquerade ball.

Lifting on my tiptoes, I ran my tongue along his bottom lip. His tortured groan emboldened me. He returned my pecks slowly at first, allowing me the lead for a brief time. One of his arms wrapped around my waist, where he settled his hand at the small of my back, pressing me closer to him. His other hand wrapped around my unbound hair. He lightly nipped my lip. I gasped at the pleasurable pain, and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues dueled, the sensual open-mouth kiss leaving my clit aching. He guided me to my couch, our lips still attached. They were no longer sweet and patient and instead had turned into hot carnality.

As soon as he backed against the couch, he tugged at the bottom of my raggedy t-shirt. I pulled away from him and removed it myself, tossing the holey fabric to the ground and revealing my uncovered tits.

He stared at my breasts and licked his lips. “Christ,” he groaned. “Look at the rack on you.”

Grinning, I stole another kiss from him and laid my hands on his chest to bare it to my hungry eyes.

“You’re taking too fucking long, Ryan.” He intercepted my careful removal of his sage colored dress shirt. Heedless of the buttons, he tore it open and threw it on mine.

He spoke of my tits, but damn if he didn’t have the body of an athlete. Wide shoulders, muscled chest and arms, and rock-hard abs bared to me. I took in every fine detail of him. Suited and professional, he hid the sculpted perfection underneath his clothes. I trailed my fingers over his washboard abs.

“Look at me, Ryan,” he ordered in a ragged whisper.

I ignored him, unable to drag my focus away from his body. The warmth of his tanned skin singed me, and liquid heat moistened my pussy. I traced invisible patterns on him, longing to kiss every place I touched. He sighed in contentment, allowing my exploration for a few moments before his big hand grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

“My eyes are up here, ma’am,” he joked, his voice low and deep and sexy.

He flashed me a devilish grin.

“Shut up,” I murmured, shoving my sweatpants down and revealing my pink cherry-print thong.

Still holding my wrist, he sat on my sofa, gently guiding me onto his lap. I straddled him as he freed his cock before he shoved the seat of my panties to the side and thrust into me. We both gasped at the wonderful sensation of his dick entering my wet pussy.

He filled me to capacity, and I groaned in ecstasy, clenching my muscles around his cock.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, reclaiming my lips, and absorbing my moans of pleasure. My hair blanketed us, its coconut smell mingling with the scent of his cologne.

He gripped my hips, driving into me, while I rode his length and bounced to his rhythm. My tits jiggled, my nipples brushing against his chest. Noah released one of my hips and brought his hand to my chest. He thumbed my nipples, but it wasn’t enough for either of us. Tearing his mouth from mine, he cupped my tit, bent his head, and swiped his tongue over my nipple.

“Delicious,” he murmured, not waiting for a response, and instead sucking my nipple into his mouth.

“Holy shit!”