Page 178 of Savage Suit

After several torturous seconds, he uttered the one word I longed to hear, “Come.”

The sound of his deep voice set me off.

“Noah,” I screamed as I came, pussy juice gushing out of me. “Oh, fuck!” I cried as he continued to suck my hole. My entire body shook, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. He gently nipped and licked me through my orgasm, then moved his mouth away.

I tried to come down from my high, but he didn’t give me a chance to recover before looming over me and positioning himself between my thighs. The head of his enormous dick teased my entrance. Noah slammed his mouth against mine and pushed his tongue past my lips. Tasting my own sweet juices sent my need for him into overdrive. He buried himself inside of me in one hard thrust, and I screamed in pleasure and pain. My pussy was still sensitive from his tongue lashing.

He put a hand around my throat as he pumped into me. At the slight pressure of his fingers, I moaned and raked my manicured nails down his back and shoulders, the scraping of my nails against his skin coaxing a groan from him. He slammed into me, possessing me as he rode me hard. His deep grunts drowned out my sounds of pleasure. When he removed his hand from my neck, he buried his face in the crook, kissing and sucking my skin.

“Holy shit,” I moaned, coming for the second time, this orgasm more intense than the last. Shrieks of ecstasy erupted from me. I whimpered, “I love you,” before my vocabulary ditched me. I doubted my words truly registered with either of us.

Seconds later, Noah stilled and grunted, quickly pulling out of me, and busting on my thigh. A few minutes passed before I cracked an eye open. He stared at me with such a satisfied look, I giggled.

“You love me?” he asked after a moment.

My eyes flew open, and the memory floated back to me. Mortification hit me. “You heard that?”

Amusement lit his face, and he raised an eyebrow as he rolled off me and gathered me in his arms. “Was I not supposed to?”

My cheeks heated, and I shrugged, brushing off my revelation, spoken in the heat of passion. “I mean—”

“I love you too, Ryan,” he interrupted, immediately shutting me up. “I’ve known my feelings for a while.” He gave me a bemused look. “I have never believed in love at first sight.”

“Neither do I.” The admission bewildered me and led to a startling realization. I’d never believed in romantic love. No kind. Not at first sight or after a slow burn. “Growing up, I thought my parents loved each other. Maybe they did, but they weren’t in love toward the end. Maybe they’d never been.” Remembering the resignation in my mother’s eyes and the defeat in my father’s saddened me. Melancholy threatened to ruin my moment, but I hurt for them and us—my siblings and me. “I’m sorry, baby.”

He tipped my chin up and stole a kiss. “Don’t apologize,” he said tenderly. “You listen to me about my family. Your family is as fucked up as mine, so we should know what not to do.”

Laughing, I nodded. “True.”

Turning on his side, he gently pulled his arm from under my head and guided me to the pillow. “I can’t describe how happy I am at hearing those three words from you. Even if it was only in the heat of the moment, it still fucking thrilled me.”

“The confession slipped out during mindless ecstasy, but I do love you. Knowing you feel the same way makes me so happy. I worried it was too soon or it would be too weird to say since you’re my boss, or—”

“No explanations needed. You said it. Twice.”

Butterflies formed in my belly, and I twirled one of my braids. Suddenly, I felt like a teenager again, asking my crush if they returned my feelings. “Does this mean we’re an item?”

He quieted, considering my words, but then he nodded and grinned. “Yeah, I suppose it does mean we’re an ‘item’.”

“Okay.” His confirmation left me giddy. “I need another shower.”

“You know,” he said, bringing a hand to his chin. “It’d be more time efficient and much better for the planet if we showered together.”

At my laugh, he chuckled. “It just so happens I agree with you, Mr. Keegan.”

He brushed his lips against mine. “Call me that when I fuck you again,” he said, his look smoldering.

“As you wish, Mr. Keegan,” I purred.

Despite having two back-to-back orgasms, I wanted a third. As he led me to his large walk-in shower, his cock rising, his steps quick, I knew I would get it.

One more mind-blowing orgasm and two hours later, Noah and I arrived at his brother’s 5thAvenue mansion, the same house we first met and fucked in. An urgent business call had briefly delayed our departure, so by the time we pulled up, the Halloween party was in full swing. Briefly, I wondered if Quinn would be among the guests, but I hadn’t seen Reid in days, and she hadn’t mentioned him.

Noah grabbed two glasses of champagne when a waiter held out a trayful. Once we both took a few sips, Noah guided me along the perimeter of the ballroom, where the eight-seat tables had been set up. The middle of the room served as the dance area. Across the room was the band on a makeshift stage.

Noah nodded here and there. More than a few curious looks turned my way, but I followed his example and ignored them. At another door on the opposite side of the room, I saw Nicholas. He sat a couple of tables away, talking to two men, but when he spied us, his mouth snapped shut and he stared at us.

His look of dislike made me swallow, and I glanced at Noah. The warning in his eyes wasn’t lost on his brother, who turned away and resumed talking.