Page 28 of The Billionaire's Secret Kiss

Turning my eyes away from the mirror, I put all of my attention where I wanted it. On the thick, very hard cock in front of my mouth. I'd heard girls say they didn't like performing oral sex. Maybe if it were another guy, I wouldn't either. But I'd always loved putting my mouth on Noah.

I started with a kiss. The head of his cock was dark red, a bead of pre-come already rising up to meet my tongue. His balls were drawn tight to his body. He wanted this as much as I did.

I didn't have it in me to tease. Not this time. This time, I just wanted to feel Noah come.

I was way out of practice, but I did my best, taking him in my mouth as far as I could and sucking hard, loving the taste of him, the earthy maleness all wrapped up in Noah’s sea salt and fresh grass scent.

He was mine. This cock was mine. I cupped his balls in one hand and wrapped the other tightly around the base of his cock, smoothing the moisture from my mouth up and down his length, so my hand slid easily as I sucked him.

Above me, Noah groaned my name and sank his fingers into my hair, sending pins flying. The long strands tumbled down my back. He held them out of my face, staring down at me with hungry, hot eyes.

I glanced to the side to catch sight of us in the mirror, and my pussy flooded with heat. He wasn't looking at the mirror. —he was looking down at me, his breathing ragged, his hips starting to jerk, thrusting his cock against the back of my throat.

I'd never been able to take him all the way, and I couldn’t do it now, so out of practice. Noah tightened his grip on my head and tried to pull me back. I sucked harder, refusing to be budged.

I wanted him out of control.

I wanted him overwhelmed.

I needed him to lose himself in me.

His cock pulsed in my mouth, spilling salty heat over my tongue. I swallowed hard, again and again, working his length with my mouth until he was done.

His breath was still short when I lay a last kiss on his cock and wobbled to my feet. I hadn't come, but I was seriously turned on.

I'd had more orgasms in the last twenty-four hours than I'd had in the previous twenty-four months, and I wanted more. I was greedy for Noah. I had been since that first kiss in Vance and Maggie’s kitchen. I was beginning to understand that I would always be greedy for Noah. His heart, his mind, and his body.

"Dinner?" I asked.

In a low voice, Noah said, "Only if you're wearing that."

"I'm definitely wearing this," I said.

I expected Noah to grab a robe or put on his boxers, but he did neither. Totally comfortable with being stark naked, he opened the champagne, poured two glasses, and sat me at the table, holding out my chair as if we were in a fine restaurant.

Dinner was sushi, and even after our distraction, it was at the perfect serving temperature. Just like he still knew my favorite coffee house drink was chai tea, Noah hadn't forgotten a single one of my favorite sushi rolls. He'd even managed to get Toro sashimi, the strips of fatty tuna an indulgent luxury we'd rarely been able to afford when we were college students.

The meal was a flashback, so much like all the other meals we'd shared before that I had the odd sense of being in a time warp. We ate off each other's plates and told each other about our days, laughing at stupid things no one else would find funny.

Noah was cagey when I brought up Philip Martin, insisting that he had the situation under control. When I asked him what he’d done, he admitted, "I'm not doing anything. If I protest or try to set the record straight, it just gives Philip more ammunition. I need to stay focused and not let him distract me."

"But will he stop?" I asked. “What will you do if all of this changes Vance and Maggie’s minds about investing in Endicott Tech?"

Noah shrugged and looked away. "It would be inconvenient, but not the end of the world. We'll figure it out. I don't want to talk about work tonight."

"Do you want to talk about us?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. I wasn't sure I was ready to talk about us, but if I didn't face reality, I was no better than the girl who let Noah slip through her fingers two years before.

"That depends on how the talk goes," he said, a hesitantly flirty glint in his eyes.

"I want to know how you see this working," I said. "It's going to be over a year before I can leave Atlanta for good. Your life is in California."

"It's not going to be easy," Noah admitted. "I already hate the idea of leaving you. But I can't abandon my people. We have too much on the line."

"Noah, I don't expect you to walk away from everything you've built out there. I guess I just want some kind of guarantee that you're not going to run out of here and forget about me."

"Ella, I could never forget about you. That's not what happened back then. I just did a shitty job of balancing work and you. I know better now. Whatever happens with the business, I can afford to travel back and forth. I’ll make the time. When you're on school break, I'll fly you out. If you think you want to relocate, you'll want to spend time out there anyway, get to know people, see if you like the house or if you want to move. We can start building a life together if that's what you want."

"Itiswhat I want," I said, my heart in my throat.