Page 79 of Let Me Show You

I give him as much access as I can when he squeezes my ass cheeks, and his tongue dives into my pussy. My chest is nearly flat against the table as he sucks me from behind, flicking my clit and thrusting his tongue in and out.

“Oh my God,” I moan at how good it feels.

Just when I think it can’t get any better, he drives two digits inside me and goes deep and hard.

“Come on my fingers,” he demands.

We don’t have a lot of time, so I ride his hand and cover my mouth when the orgasm hits. Noah slides out of me and latches his lips, licking my release.

“Fuckin’ heaven, baby girl.”

He helps put my panties and skirt back into place, and when I spin in his arms, I notice he’s still hard as hell.

“Let me take care of that.” I fist my fingers in his shirt.

“Later.” He winks. “That way I can sink deep inside you and watch your face as I come.”

His words have my eyes nearly rolling to the back of my head.

Hell yes.

“There you two are,” Gemma scolds when we finally make our way to the front.

Tyler snorts, shaking his head. “I recognize that sex hair.”

My eyes widen as Gemma swats him. “That’s my brother. Please stop talkin’.”

Quickly, I flatten my hair as my cheeks go crimson.

“I better get back to work,” I say awkwardly. “Thanks for showing me around. Everything looks incredible.”

“Should be up and running in about six weeks,” Tyler says proudly. “Just waiting on some final pieces of equipment and the boxing ring.”

“And hiring more people,” Gemma adds.

“That juice bar is gonna be a hit.” I smile, giving her a hug goodbye.

Before I walk out, Noah pulls me aside and kisses me.

“See you tonight for movies and popcorn.” He smirks.

When he comes over to visit, Noah parks a block away, then enters through the back door. Though I hate we have to be a secret, I’m also enjoying keeping our relationship status within our inner circle only. The moment people find out, I’ll be bombarded by rumors, so it’s nice to enjoy this quiet time.

“How was your pizza?” Missy asks as I walk through the doors.

“It was…” I tilt the corner of my lips. “Hot.”

I go to my office and shut the door for my conference call, which is boring as hell. The end of my shift can’t come soon enough. Owen’s been bouncing off the walls excited to watch Star Wars tonight, and I’m eager to hang out with Noah. Though he typically stays till one or two in the morning, it never seems like enough time.

After work, I pick up Owen from my mother’s, and he begs to stop by the bakery.

“Please, Mom? We can have cupcakes for dessert! And it’s not a school day tomorrow.”

I sigh. “Alright, just one, though.”

As we walk to the car, my phone rings and Noah’s name pops on the screen.

“Hey,” I answer.