Page 81 of Won’t Let You Get Away

“Such a good girl,” he growls, thrusting a couple more times before joining me in ecstasy and calling out my name. Noah finishes and collapses onto my back, bracing his arms on either side of mine atop the barrel.

“You know,” I chuckle breathlessly, “For as much as you told me to be quiet, I think next time that reminder needs to be given to you.”

Noah laughs, slipping out of me with a groan as we both stand to straighten ourselves out.

“Is fucking against barrels going to become a yearly tradition?” he muses.

Turning to him, I smile at the mischief gleaming in his eyes, remembering our rum tour sex-cation from last year. Closing the distance between us, I help him straighten his tie with a shrug.

“Everyone has their own Christmas traditions,” I joke, pushing up to kiss his cheek. “Besides, who says we have to wait for the holidays to do this again?”

Noah laughs and wraps his arms around me, holding me close to his chest.

“Fair point.”

A hair tickles my cheek and not wanting to move from his embrace, I blow out a breath to get it off my face. But my eyes widen and snap up to Noah.

“How obvious is it that we just fooled around?”

Smirking, he brushes the hair from my face, pure pride dancing in his gaze as he cups my cheek.

“Oh very. You look deliciously fucked.”

Rolling my eyes, I kiss his palm before laughing and pushing him away.

“You are ridiculous.”

“And you love me for it,” he quips back, turning to pick up the box of wine bottles I had come in here to get.

“Yeah, I really do.”

The End!