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I shook my head. “I would rather have some, you know…” I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
“Tell me what you want, baby. I’ll give you anything. Don’t be afraid to talk dirty to me. I like it. I’ll love anything you do,” he said, unfastening his white shirt.
“I don’t think I can say it out loud,” I said, wondering why I felt shy after he just licked my most private and sensitive parts.
“Try me. There’s nothing you can name that I won’t’ be happy to do for you. I mean it. If I don’t know what it is, I’ll Google it,” he joked.
“I can’t imagine I know anything you don’t. I haven’t had that many boyfriends.”
“Maybe they were wild though,” he said and grabbed my hips, dragging me down to the edge of the bed. I squealed, delighted.
“I—I want you inside me, Noah. I want to feel that. Not just your fingers. I’m on birth control, so don’t worry. Please. Let me have every inch of you tonight. With nothing between us.”
“I’ve never taken a woman bare. I’m glad it's you. God, I’m dying to feel you wrapped around my cock, Madison,” he sounded like he was almost beside himself, his words slurring until we started kissing. He stopped to finger me again and I felt him sag in my arms for an instant as he rubbed me and muttered, You’re so wet. I get to have all of you wrapped around me. I get to squeeze your ass while you ride me. I am the luckiest man in the world.”
Noah joined me on the bed, kicking his pants off, and there was the curve of his long, pretty hard-on jutting up for me. I lifted the long skirt of my gown to straddle him, but he stopped me. He took the dress by the hem and whipped it over my head, tossing it aside with no regard for how much money he spent on it. I was bare before him, and he growled before he grabbed my breast in one hand, his mouth on the other. Nothing tentative here as he devoured my nipple and pinched the other one into aching torment that had me wriggling on the bed. I dragged my hands through his silken hair and parted my legs.
He laid me down on the bed and ate at my breasts, drawing little cries from me as pleasure and need wound together. He flipped me over on my stomach, tucking my knees up under me. He ran one hand seductively up my spine, my flesh so sensitized that even the rub of the sheets on my nipples felt erotic. I saw the room go dark behind my eyes. He had turned out the lights.
“I’m going to take you, and the only sense you’re going to have is touch. No sight, no sound, no tasting for you.
Noah, the back of his fingers between my legs, stroked my exposed pussy with his knuckles. My belly clenched and I grunted, struggling already to stay in place. I expected him to shock me, if knowing he was unpredictable now could be called an expectation. He gentled at once, stroking my back and hips. I felt him notched at my opening. I gasped and held my breath, keeping myself from rocking back against him. I wanted him to take the lead and that meant patience. Slowly, deliberately, he entered me, rocking. Gently, he filled me and rocked into me again and again. The caress of his hands, the painstakingly slow pace of his love making was excellent, but it would put me to sleep if I got any more relaxed. I felt his hand on my hip, his thighs behind me. I reached back, hoping to grab his hand. He took my hand in his. More than that. He lowered himself over me, crushing me with his heat and weight as he gave me the slowest, most astonishing buildup to climax.
The ebb and flow of our bodies, fully wrapped up together, was slow and delicious. I was breathless, lost in the tender joining we shared. Noah rolled us onto our sides, so he was spooned behind me, and covered my breasts with his large, warm hands. The added stimulation set me writhing and we came together all at once, the closeness and intimacy of the position adding to the sensations that had me ready to scream. Noah caught my hand in his and kissed my neck as he came. I was overwhelmed with the pleasure and affection that followed on my own wave of ecstasy.
Tumbling onto our backs, we turned toward each other, flushed and replete, sharing soft kisses before I burrowed into his chest. He helped me slide under the covers first and joined me, and I slept with my cheek pressed to his heart.
The next morning, I stretched indulgently when my alarm went off and reluctantly left him sleeping in bed. I had the shop ready and open in record time, my body still humming happily from the evening before. Even without coffee, I had plenty of energy, so I only sipped at mine as I served customers. Noah stopped in for a coffee on his way to work and promised to call me later. I was grinning like an idiot after he kissed me and left.
At nine A.M. sharp, I flipped the closed sign on the door and cleaned up as Leo’s crew came to remove the old oven and begin installation. I sat at a table going over the receipts and balancing my totals before I ran the deposit to the bank. Leo came in and let me know the oven would be delivered in the morning and be fully operational in a couple of days. I thanked him, so relieved that the replacement was happening and, if all went to plan, would be over in just a few days so I could get the shop up and running again at full capacity.
A special edition of my weekly shop newsletter went out to my subscribers with an update on the timeline and an engagement link that led to a coupon for a half-price baked treat next week only. I was counting on that promotion and a few not-cheap online ads set to drop next week to drive traffic back into my shop after the closure.
After the bank, I went to the laundromat and read a library book while my whites and towels tumbled dry. My chapter was interrupted on the e-reader app when a text came through. I tapped it, wondering if a customer had questions about the newsletter.
U never should’ve touched him slut.
Blinking, I read it three times before I closed it and figured it was a wrong number. Some post-pubescent teenagers creating drama over a boy they both probably liked. I went back to the book I was reading only to be hit with a barrage of five more texts back-to-back.
Hope it was worth it bitch.
He loves me you dumb whore.
Stick to baking and stay out of my man’s pants or else.
The last message was a photo of Noah and me entering my building the night before, his hand low on my hips as I unlocked the door. I felt a shudder of fear and disgust. I remembered exactly how the heat of his hand felt through the satin, exactly how the excitement had thrummed in my blood. Never knowing we were being watched. I felt bile rise in my throat, sickened and frightened.
Biting my lip, I messaged Noah a screenshot of the messages and the photo. He replied instantly,I’m so sorry, that’s my ex. I don’t know how she got your number.
I swallowed hard and replied,It’s ok. At the laundromat, then I’ll go home and lock my door.
Send me a pin on your location and stay where you are.
I thought he was panicking over some obnoxious woman trying to back me off, but I dropped the pin and gathered my things. Within minutes, Ethan was there in a cab. He helped me load my car, and we went to my building.
“You’re going to have to move into my loft until this is settled. I know you’re used to your independence, but my building has great security. We’ll grab whatever you need and get going.”
‘I’d rather stay at my place,” I said, hauling the laundry out of the back.
