Page 23 of The Billionaire's Secret Kiss

"Yeah, I just drank too much last night. Some water and ibuprofen and I’ll be fine."

Alarm streaked through me, and I racked my brain for memories of the night before. Had she been drunk? She hadn’t seemed drunk. She hadn't even seemed tipsy. She hadn't tasted like she'd been drinking, but she'd had that tea before I kissed her. Had I been so focused on getting her into bed that I hadn't noticed that she wasn't sober enough to decide to sleep with me?

"How much did you have to drink last night?" I asked cautiously.

"Not that much," she said. "I just, you know, I don't drink a lot, so I was a little tipsy, and I forgot to have water before bed."

"How tipsy were you?"

Catching on, Ella gave a gentle shake to her head and said, “Not that tipsy, Noah. I knew what I was doing."

"And you wanted to do it?" I asked.

"Yeah. I definitely did." Ella sank back into the mattress and rolled into me, using my shoulder as a pillow.

I was grateful there was another condom stashed in my jeans. I rolled Ella to her back and rose over her, my eyes greedily absorbing the sight of her naked body. Happily ensconced in my own personal version of heaven, I lowered my mouth to take one rosy nipple inside, sucking and worrying it with my teeth until she squirmed beneath me. Lifting my head, I said, “You know what’s really good for a headache?"

Ella laughed. I caught her other nipple between two fingers and squeezed, knowing it would make her squirm again. A few minutes of that, and I wasn't surprised to find her pussy hot and slick and ready. I wanted to fuck her again. I was going to fuck her again. But there was something else I had to do first.

Working my way down the mattress, I spread her thighs wide and hooked her legs over my shoulders.

"Noah," she breathed.

I wasn't going to ask, but she'd been so tight the night before, I doubted there'd been anyone since we split up. I wished I could say the same. I wish I'd never let her get away.

I couldn't go back. We could only go forward. But if she hadn't had sex with anyone in two years, she probably hadn't had this either. Ella liked my mouth between her legs almost as much as I liked having it there. I spread her pussy open with my thumbs, the familiar salty, sweet smell of her going straight to my head, leaving me giddy.

Unable to resist diving right in, my tongue flicked out, tasting her clit. She gasped, and my cock surged beneath me. I gave her clit another long, slow lick, loving the way she squirmed. Her hips started to rock into me, and I gave her what she wanted, licking and sucking, finally fucking her with one finger, then two.

Ella never could stay still when I was eating her pussy. She came hard, gasping my name as she rode my fingers and my tongue. The tight, rhythmic pulses of her body around my fingers were enough to bring me to the edge. I could've come right then, spilling into the sheets like a teenager, but I wanted to fuck her again. I had to.

I was sliding off the bed to get the condom from my jeans when my phone rang. Shit. The ringtone belonged to my chief engineer. I couldn't ignore it. But I was going to.

"Noah?"

"Ignore it. I'll call him back later."

Propped up on one elbow, too sated to realize she was lying there naked, Ella stared at me with sleepy eyes and reached out a hand. I twined my fingers with hers and rose over her, settling between her legs. I was just about to tear open the condom when my phone rang again.

Ella's eyebrows knit together. "Noah, you should get that."

Fuck. Fucking fuck fuck.

I did not want to answer the goddamn phone. I was a breath away from being balls deep in Ella. I did not fucking care about work. The ringtone started up again.

Dave would never call me three times in a row unless something was seriously wrong.

Dropping the open condom on the sheet beside Ella, I rolled over and grabbed my phone out of my jeans. "Dave, what's up, man?"

"Have you seen your email? Twitter? Anything?"

"No," I said, dread building in my chest. Dave was not an emotional guy, yet he sounded frantic. "What's going on? Everything was fine when I went to bed last night."

"Yeah, well, sometime in the middle of the night, your old friend Philip Martin got another bug up his ass. Let me read you the first tweet and save you some time.Just learned Endicott Tech has a new product based off their stolen code. #Criminalsgofree.And then right after thatAlso heard Endicott's looking for investors. Hope they like lawsuits. #Highrisknoreward."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ella get out of bed and disappear into the bathroom. How could things be so perfect one second and so utterly fucked up the next? I'd long since given up trying to figure out what Philip Martin's problem was.