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Hopelessly fascinated by him and now his body, that huge dick.
The whole man.
I try to shake my head, try to tell him I couldn’t eat, but I know he’s right.
“First we’ll eat. And then? Well. Then we can see about getting Noah whatever he needs,” he says with a curl of his lip.
I lean back against the wall, helpless.
Almost reaching up for something, a shower curtain to grab hold of and pull down, hearing the rings pop off the rail as I feel myself fall under his spell completely.
The man’s just gone and fucked me without even laying more than a single finger on me, the rest is just from his words. From his presence.
From the sight of his glorious body in our kitchen, promising me something I crave, but only after he’s fed me so he knows I’ll be strong enough to take what I know he wants to give me.
That thing I’ve already given him in my mind, in my heart.
I know I’m his now, and it’s no use trying to figure out ways around anyone finding out.
Noah Templeton is a man who knows what he wants.
And for whatever reason, it’s me he wants. Boring old, chubby Faith Holding.
The girl nobody ever even looked at in college unless it was to poke fun at her.
“Anything I can do?” I finally manage after watching him set to work with the efficiency of a professional chef.
“Only eat what I put in front of you, and all of it,” he says in a firm tone; his dark eyes only lifting from his work long enough to meet mine, making me stab my head in obedience, promising myself I’ll do just that.
And a hell of a lot more.
God knows how the man’s huge. But I promise. I promise you, Noah, I’ll eat up every morsel you serve up.Chapter SixNoahI could take her right now, I know I could.
If she’d just give herself to me, tell me what I need to hear so badly.
But there’s something so sweet about her, about her company and her girlish interest in me.
I know it’s maybe a bit selfish, but I kinda like the attention she’s giving me and I want to get to know her as much as I want to do everything else.
Plus now I know we have some more time, why can’t we enjoy each other’s company? And I’m famished, Faith didn’t eat last night and I can’t remember the last time I ate.
Even though everything I really want to eat is sitting right here opposite from me, but we both need the nourishment of a different kind if we’re going to survive what I hope we both have in mind for dessert.
I ask her about her Dad, family. It’s just the two of them and I leave it at that, I can see Faith doesn’t want to talk about it much.
It’s obvious being the Preacher’s Daughter is no picnic at times.
Like now being one of those times.
“What about you?” she asks me bluntly. “That story you spun my Dad, that true?”
I frown, taken aback.
“Of course it is,” I tell her. “I’m not gonna lie to a preacher.”
She smiles, trying not to laugh, but I’m serious.
Stirring the eggs to a scramble, I tell her again, “It’s the truth Faith, like me watching you, wanting to watch over you. I’ll tell you the truth, always.” I remind her.
She falls silent, suddenly shy again, nervous. Her body language tells me she’s unsure of so many things, but the sight of a healthy portion of good food in front of both of us breaks the tension a little and we start to eat in relative silence.
Until she gets up the courage to ask me.
“You really watched me, watched over me all night?” she asks, looking at me sideways.
“Uh huh,” I grunt, shoveling egg, steak, and tomato into my mouth, wishing already I’d made more.
“And… did you like what you saw?” she asks, finally.
And there it is. The real reason she’s so shy, a little reserved, and maybe a lot uptight.
I figure being a Preacher’s daughter doesn’t entail putting on live nude shows for guys in trees. At least, I’d hope it doesn’t.
I growl my reply, letting my eyes do the talking in reply, already feeling myself growing thick to attention again at the fresh memory of her laid out like that.
The lightning flashing across her curves, the thick lines of her thighs as they split wide as she tossed and turned. That single hand of hers straying between her legs as she moaned something in her sleep.
Yeah, I liked what I saw. Still do.
More than anything.
More than a million dollars.
“Everything alright?” she asks suddenly, noting my change in mood as I remember the case. The importance of it.
Needing to keep it close.
Supposed to be on the damned road with it right now.
