Page 20 of Vicious Arrangement (Alpha Billionaire Daddies #7)

Chapter Seventeen

ARIA

My internal clock got an alarm and it wakes me at five.

At first, I don’t know where I am. But the insane sex on the kitchen island—which I’m going to have to wipe down—comes flooding back, making my cheeks burn hot. As do the memories of the shower where we washed each other and made out. Where he sank to his knees and spent way too long eating me out.

Noah’s got a wicked, perverted side, and thinking about it makes me blush and throb.

I didn’t expect anal, not in the kitchen and not him doing things to me in the shower, where he showed just what kind of master he is over my body, and how he’s able to make me sing, to bring me up to the edge of orgasm with his mouth, tongue, and fingers, how he’d taunt me by both fingering my ass or my pussy and sometimes both at the same time or not at all.

It didn’t matter how he did it.

Just that he did.

And never once made me come.

Not until I was crying, incoherent, begging, and even then… he picked me up and fucked me against the shower wall, and he didn’t come, and didn’t let me.

I could barely walk as he took me into the room and made me ride him on the sofa, on the bed, instructing me, and when he finally plowed into me to make me come, it was so wild and intense I couldn’t breathe and almost blacked out.

Then he went down on me.

Made me come again.

Asshole.

My cheeks are pure flame.

I look at him in the dark.

There’s a soft scratch on his door I know is Angus, but I hear his feet click down the hall, like he slept out here all night, and how he hears me awake, he can set down his sentry outfit and go to bed.

My heart swells. I love that dog. I love— I swallow. That dog.

Noah’s next to me, breathing softly and evenly and not snoring. I look at him once more.

He’s more innocent in sleep, at peace. Almost like demons hunt him in the day.

I pull back the cover.

It’s my second day off in a row. A luxury.

Fuck, he really is beautiful. Pure male perfection, and he’s sporting morning wood.

I ease him onto his back, not sure if he’s asleep anymore or just keeping his eyes closed as his breathing changes. It doesn’t matter.

I decide to give back, to get something for me. And so I press my lips into his warm, hard chest and kiss a path down, over his pecs, his abs, and then finally, I’m face to face with his cock. I lick him from tip to root and slip my finger as far as round him as I can so I can take him deep.

He fills my mouth, and I swish my tongue against him as I take him down as far as I can.

Noah groans as I touch the back of my throat. I suck hard, then come up, swirling my tongue all around his tip, and then I take him back deep.

I keep bobbing up and down on him, liking the feel and his taste, the steel and hot silk of him in my mouth, that girth that makes it a challenge to tongue him at the same time, liking how deep I can get him.

But as I start to rise, one of his hands curls in my hands.

“Hands behind your back,” he says thickly.

I do as I’m told, a little thrill racing through me at the order. He then takes control, pushing me right down so he hits my throat, and my gag reflex kicking in, making me swallow and choke, and he moans as I do.

He uses me, dragging me up and down in small hard bursts, and then pushing me down so he’s in my throat. I’m filled with him. All of him, and I can’t breathe.

It’s hot, my pussy aches and throbs.

As spots of white and black burst in my eyes he drags me off him, flipping us so he’s got my hands now, and he’s on top, and he shoves into me hard. He pushes my hands over my head.

This isn’t soft morning love making, it’s the epilogue of last night. Hard and rough and fast. And my pussy sings. Everything is humming, growing taut. Every thrust hits deep enough to spin my head, and he holds my hands.

All I can do is tilt my hips and wrap my thighs around him.

He comes when I do, a violent, intense orgasm that rocks me, and he shudders.

After, I lay, breathing hard, and he rolls off, his breath uneven and rasping, too.

I turn to look at him, and his gaze is on me, soft and naked. Something makes me reach out, and start to speak. I’m not sure what I want to say, but all I get out is, “Noah…”

He shuts down and gets up. “I need to get ready for work.”

I suddenly feel naked, really naked, and I pull his covers up, my clothes scattered everywhere. He stalks to the bathroom.

“Noah?”

He stops.

“Don’t forget to be home in time for dinner tonight, since Asher, Josh and Katie are coming to dinner.”

He makes a sound I take as yes, and as soon as his door closes, I scramble for my clothes, hastily pulling them on and then I run to my room.

Angus sits by the open door to the terrace, and he does a little dance, so I clip on his leash, put on my sneakers, and we head out, grabbing my running bag with my phone and keys as I do.

I put on some high energy music and we pound the pavement, SoHo not really alive at this hour.

It’s only just after six. But we run until we find a park where he can take care of business, and after cleaning up, we run the park a few times before heading back home on a brisk walk, taking the long way.

Noah’s left when we return, and I let Angus off his leash as we get inside.

He bounds around, joyous in his sudden freedom and we head out to the wrap-around downstairs terrace and do some walking laps as he finds different things to investigate.

Then we repeat upstairs. Finally I leave him to sun himself on his private terrace as I shower and dress for the day.

I’m not a great cook, but I do some things well. Luckily, having Josh over means I can make my one masterpiece and not get called out for serving it at a dinner party.

Spaghetti Bolognese, from scratch. I’m really good at that. I don’t have time anymore, usually to make it, but now that I’ve thought about it, I’m craving it. And best of all, it’s totally kid-friendly.

I send Asher a text while I make a shopping list.

Me: any food restrictions? Dislikes?

Asher: Brussels sprouts. But Josh eats anything.

I roll my eyes. Thx. Spaghetti Bolognese it is.

I smile and finish the list.

Grabbing my backpack and shopping bags, I collect Angus, and we head out again. He’s so excited for all the things that are going on today he thinks it’s Christmas.

Outside of Dean and Deluca, I tie him up, and then I set about shopping. It’s expensive, but for a one-stop shop in the neighborhood, it’s perfect.

I get everything I need, including bread and a box cake mix since I’m not trusting myself to cake from scratch.

When I get home, I set out everything, grouping the items, and then I start to make the sauce by sautéing carrots, celery, onion and garlic. I throw in a bay leaf for good measure. I prep the rest and feed Angus the pieces of meat I bought for him so he doesn’t feel left out.

It’s soothing, doing this. And the prep and cooking give me a little of the control I seem to have lost since marrying Noah.

When my phone vibrates right after I slide the cake into the oven, I frown at Katie’s text.

Ari, I’m sick. My throat’s sore, I’m sneezing. I feel like shit on all the levels For being sick, for not being able to come.

I call her.

“Hello?” she croaks.

“You’ve got a cold?”

“Yes. Paul at work was sick a few days ago and spread his germs. I’m home. I want to come, but I don’t to make you all sick.”

“It’s okay,” I say, stirring the sauce. “I can cancel or postpone?—”

“Don’t be dumb,” Katie says. “I know I’m the star, but this is gonna be good for you and Noah. I want him to be the one.”

“So you can date his best friend?”

“Maybe.” She starts coughing. “I really wanted to meet Josh. But we can do another night, right?”

A thrill passes through me. “We can.” I want her and Asher together. They’re perfect for each other, and her openness to Josh warms me. “Get some rest.”

I place an order at a local restaurant in Greenpoint that I know she likes. And I order chicken soup and a variety of dishes she can heat up tomorrow. Then I get a delivery of some pharmacy things I know she never thinks of. Extra tissues, nasal spray, lozenges.

I’m disappointed she’s not coming, but I’m also glad I didn’t cancel.

This will be good for Noah. And Asher, me, Josh and Noah spending time together is something I think we all need.

And I can’t deny a darker level to that. There’s another thrill in me, the one I felt last night when Noah got wildly jealous.

I liked it.

And it’ll do him good to see other men like me, even if it’s just in friendship, with nothing going on, it’ll do him good.

I smile and continue cooking.

“On the dot,” I say as the elevator doors open and Asher, Josh, and two bags of things slung over Asher’s shoulder enter the space.

“Toys, Daddy?” the cutest kid says, tugging his hand free from Asher’s and holding both hands up for a bag.

“Manners, Joshy.”

The kid’s eyes dart to me, and he steps back. “Where’s Noah?”

It’s six, so I’m guessing he’s probably at work. I look up from the big gray eyes of Josh, his caramel hair too long, shiny and licked with curls, to the matching eyes of his dad, and there’s a note of something there that twangs something behind my heart.

“You know Noah works a lot, Josh,” Asher says, squeezing his son’s narrow shoulder. “He’ll be here soon.”

Maybe I’m projecting, but it sounds like he isn’t one hundred percent believing his own words.

“Noah’s the president.” The kid nods wisely. “He’s very important, and we’ve got cupcakes.”

Asher rolls his eyes. “Present them.”

Josh holds up the cloth shopping bag to me like it contains the holy grail. “The sprinkles is Noah’s. Coz Noah steals my sprinkles. But he gets me the bad candy. Daddy don’t like the bad candy. I love the bad candy. Do you have bad candy, Ara?”

I kneel down. “No candy, but maybe I’ve got something better. Do you like dogs?”

His eyes get big. “You got me a doggy?”

“He’s my dog. Angus?” I call.