He’d mentioned his sister being interested in the business. After the holidays I’d have to investigate the possibilities there. She was younger than Noah, nowhere near ready to take over, but if she had the passion, she could be taught.
I knocked my head back against the wall again harder, hoping to chase away the cobwebs in my brain. I was bone-fucking-tired, and even though I sometimes worked from home to play with Noah in my office, I’d barely seen him lately. He’d been casting me sad looks when I was here, as if accusing me of something. Maybe he thought I was going back on my word to stay faithful, but I could tell he wasn’t about to open his mouth and go there.
It wasn’t his style to argue with no evidence to back up his position.
Every time I got a peek at Noah’s fire it drew me to him like a magnet, and I couldn’t wait to get out of here and have nothing to do but spend time with him. I was worried about what Mama would do or say about the wedding she didn’t attend, but in the end I knew her. She’d be civil.
I hoped.
There was always a chance Mama would rip me up one side and down the other and tell me to get the hell out of her house until she wasn’t angry anymore.
Groaning, I rubbed a hand over my face. I’d had all sorts of plans for what I wanted to do with my little husband, but they’d gotten sidelined while I was hammering away at the Divine Conglomerate files. Now I’d gotten all my ducks in a row and had a husband who still hadn’t even been punished for going through the drawers in my office. Not that I’d wanted to do anything too terrible to him—on the contrary—it just hadn’t happened yet. Shoving off the wall with my shoulders, I stalked toward the bed.
Panic bubbled in me as I studied Noah and his beautiful lips parted on a soft sigh. My cock throbbed. I’d wasted nearly a month and had barely spent time with him. And I only had five months left. Time was slipping away and I’d never get it back.
My stomach twisted and my heart pounded faster. If I wanted him out of my system by the time our contract ended, I had to do something about it. As of right now, I wasn’t happy at the thought of the expiration date I’d slapped on this relationship, even if it was necessary. I brushed Noah’s soft dark hair off his forehead. Soon he’d be moving on to someone else, someone who fit him much better than me. Maybe even a Vert Island boy.
Fuck, maybe even that shit Christian Bloomberg. Anger had my breath catching. I brushed my fingertip over his bottom lip. I didn’t want to think about his mouth on someone else.
His body underneath another man.
Carefully I picked up Noah’s pencils and stacked them in the case. Even though he had money to burn, specifically mine, he always took excellent care of his art tools, and I liked that. It showed he respected his future occupation, and that made me think better of him. My chest went light and I smiled as I closed the lid on the case and snagged the sketch pad from the bed. I took them over to the dresser and set everything there to give myself more time to stare at him, then let out a long breath as I approached the bed again.
Leaning down, I stopped when my breath mixed with his, anticipating our lips brushing. He smelled like mint and a spritz of cologne. He’d showered before he got ready for me, taken his time to be appealing. I closed my eyes and leaned forward until the warmth of his mouth caressed mine, calling me home. Moaning, I deepened the kiss. Fear bolted through me again. I hadn’t been appreciating the man I had in my bed. Recently I’d been stumbling out of the room to the office at four in the morning, sometimes earlier, not getting back to him until nearly nine at night or later. I curled my fingers into the bedding at his side and planted a knee between his legs as I shoved open the robe. He whimpered and curled his arms around my neck, holding me close as he shifted underneath me while waking up.
Sitting back on my knees, I glanced down his body as I finished dragging aside the silk and sighed. His peaked nipples were enticing points on his pecs, and the purple lace of the underwear pouch was stretched out by his hard cock, which struggled to get free but hadn’t won yet. Pearls were laced through the ribbon that made up the sides of the underwear, and I brushed my fingertips over the gems. Noah shifted restlessly underneath me, especially when I tickled his hips.
“Why did you put these on? I forgot to leave them out this morning.”
“I thought you might like them,” he said, his eyelashes touching his cheeks. I couldn’t tell if he was shy or fighting sleep, but I kissed his lips hard, devouring his mouth.
With a heave I rolled him over onto his belly, and he gasped. I yanked up the robe and moaned at the pearls that framed his asscheeks and dipped into his crack. I pulled on that beautiful strand of white until I could shove it aside and ducked down to lick at the mystery of his crack without delving too deep. I bit at one rounded mound of flesh, then the other.
“I don’t have time to do anything but fuck you. I want you, so I’m going to have my husband. You’re going to make me feel good.”
He moaned and nodded.
“But I’ll make it up to you,” I said directly into his ear. He arched up and went to his knees on the bed.
“Please, Alton? Please.” He shuddered, so sleepy and sweet, and slid his hands underneath the pillow, still half asleep.
Originally I’d planned to fuck him fast and hard for five minutes, come, and go finish my work, but I ended up ogling his perfect ass, put on display for me. Then I feasted like a starving bear, tonguing the pearls and shoving them aside to get at his hole. I had no idea how long I lapped at him. At some point I started fucking my tongue as deeply into his body as it would go while he shuddered and whimpered underneath me. I fumbled with my fly and without any finesse dragged out my hard cock to bob in front of me, and then I grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer and slicked up in record time.
“Noah? I’m fuckin’ you.”
I waited for any verbal no and even glanced down his body, but he only shoved his ass higher in the air. I wasted no time pushing my cock between his plump cheeks and directly into his hole. He ground back against me, and I pounded deep into the heavenly heat. He gasped and rocked with me, but it had been too long. I shoved him flat and fucked him, sinking my teeth into the side of his neck. He arched against my mouth. I chased my pleasure mercilessly, and when my balls drew up and I felt the first rush of bliss, I groaned and drilled deep inside his body. The harsh stab of joy stole my breath and I fucked into him a few more times while it blasted through me. When I was done, I rolled us and slid my hand down to the front of his pretty lace underthings, but they were sticky and wet with cum already.
I felt mighty fucking smug about that, and he only patted my hand as if to tell me he was fine.
Noah shifted in my arms until his back was pressed tight to my chest, and I kissed along his neck to his ear, then back to lick at the red spot I’d made with my teeth. He moaned and shoved his ass harder against my groin.
“Did you miss me?”
A tiny groan escaped him that transformed into a laugh. “Yes, husband.”
“Relax,” I murmured and pulled out of his heat. I hated it.
He whimpered, but I kissed along his neck, moving just enough to strip off the lacy scrap of cloth covering his cock. I was mesmerized by the dark lace against his thighs as I tugged them down his legs. I gave his softening cock a small kiss and tossed the cum-sticky underwear off the bed. I had no energy to waste, so I snagged the robe, stripped it from him, then used the cloud-soft cloth to carefully clean away the spunk on his flat belly. I loved how his ab muscles curved out the tiniest amount before they dipped down to his groin, and I traced my fingers along his lower abdomen until he whimpered and chased me off with a frown. He didn’t open his eyes, though, and his lashes against his cheeks were a danger; they made me want to curl up next to him and stare until I fell asleep.
