The Sextet - Entanglements [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (3 page)

“Yes.” A mere whisper as she let the tension in her body grow. All the cares of the day fell away as she listened to Noah’s panted breaths in her ear while the Rabbit rubbed her clit until she was sure she’d come.

“Put it in your pussy.”

She obeyed without a word, pushing the faux dick deep inside her body while the little sculptured bunny continued to vibrate against her clitoris. While Noah’s cock would have felt better, she gave in to what the vibrator could make her feel. “Oh, God…”

“Are you close, baby?”

“Yes…”

“Then come for me.
Now
.”

Obedience was easy when it felt so damned good. The orgasm raced over Angie as her pussy contracted around the vibrator. She arched her back and moaned, barely hearing Noah’s satisfied chuckle buzzing in her ear. The orgasm wasn’t nearly as good as she knew it could be with Noah, but the release was still exquisite. And very, very relaxing.

“Now go to sleep.”

Since he didn’t hang up, she tried to talk to him. “This phone sex stuff is kinky.” She put her toy aside. “Did you jerk off while I—”

“Are you putting it away?”

“I have to wash it first, but yeah, I figured—”

“Don’t. Leave it out.”

The word
why
almost slipped out. “Okay.” What harm could it do? They’d both fall asleep, and she’d just clean it and put it up in the morning.

“Now do as I say. Go to sleep.” Noah hung up on her.

* * * *

The game had started as a way to help Angie, but now Noah wasn’t entirely sure he wouldn’t benefit as well. Their sex life had always been good, and damn, she could make him so hot so fast, it drove him a little crazy every time he touched her. But tonight had been so intense, it took every single ounce of his self-control not to hop in his car, zip over to her place, and fuck her brains out—especially since she’d voiced her desire for him and not her little toy.

He hadn’t jerked off in a million years, but the intensity of knowing the woman he loved was having an orgasm because he wanted her to became too much. He’d barely hung up the phone before he’d shot his wad into a towel while he thought of Angie.

Tomorrow was going to be an experience neither would ever forget.

Noah woke her up at three in the morning just to make her come one more time.

And he never slept.

Chapter 3

“Angie?”

The voice came to her from a great distance. “Hmm?”

“What’s wrong with you today?”

Her hazy and decidedly erotic fantasies were promptly shredded by the scratchy voice of her project manager. “Sorry, Tony. I’m…um…I have a headache. That’s all.”

“Well, pop an aspirin or something.” He threw a thick file on her desk. “If you want this project, the bid is due by six.”

“I’m supposed to be off at five.” The reply was stupid considering how often she’d stayed well past that time to work on some project or another. Tonight, however, she would scoot right out the door. She hadn’t been able to concentrate on a damn thing anyway. How was she supposed to put a bid together when all she could think about was Noah and fantasize about his plans for the evening?

“Then you better work fast,” he said, chuckling to himself as he walked out of her office and shut the door.

“Shit,” she muttered as she grabbed the file and flipped it open.
Great. Another bid
. That meant another building, which would mean she’d be putting in long hours this summer.

The ringing of her cell phone sent her scrambling for her purse. Fishing out her phone, she smiled when she saw Noah’s name. “Hi. What’s up?”

“Five o’clock. Limo. Up front. And don’t think I don’t know you probably have something new to bid on. Five o’clock, Angie. If you’re late, forget the whole thing.” The line went dead before she could even protest.

A glance to the file made her heart skip a beat. There was too much to do! No way she’d be able to get that bid ready in time to get to the front of the building by five.

Did Noah mean it? If she couldn’t get into the limo by five, he’d leave her there? Alone?

“No.” This whole thing had been his idea. He’d wanted her to give in, to stop being a control freak. He wouldn’t spend all that time planning something special and then call it all off if she was thirty seconds late.

Would he?

“Shit.” Knowing the answer, Angie grabbed the file and worked faster than she ever had before.

* * * *

A glance to her watch. 4:58.
Thank you, God
.

Purse slung over her shoulder and high heels in her hand, Angie ran to the black limo parked in front of the office building. Several people stared as the driver came around, opened the door, and bowed to her. Angie’s face flushed hot when she saw a couple of her friends grinning as if they were privy to what would happen to her that evening. But she smiled when she realized they might be dreaming about what she would be experiencing. All thanks to Noah.

Settling herself in the leather seat, she was surprised to find herself alone. As if on cue, her cell phone rang.
Noah, of course
.

“There’s a sack on the seat. Change into those clothes. When the limo stops, get out and come in the door.” Then silence.

“Bossy ass,” she muttered, though she didn’t mean it, as she let her gaze fall on the sack. The store she recognized, but the thought of Noah wandering around Kitty Kat Lingerie brought a smile to her face. Angie grabbed the bag, opened it, and fished out the most amazing outfit.

So Noah likes red
. He obviously had a wild side she’d never seen in their two years together. Thigh-high stockings. Old-fashioned garters. A demi-bra that would probably reveal more nipple than it covered. Stilettos. A silk robe that would obviously help her make the transition from limo to inside wherever they were heading without revealing her body to anyone. And—

“Crotchless panties?” Her gaze darted to the glass separating her from the driver. A yellow sticky note hung in the middle. She’d been far too rattled to notice it when she got in the limo. She eased forward to read “one-way glass” and the note had the same “N” Noah always used to sign his notes.

Keeping a wary eye on the tinted windows, Angie wiggled and squirmed her way out of her clothes and into the new outfit. Thigh highs were not made to be donned in a car, even a huge one she had all to herself. Despite the squirming, she felt as if she was shedding dead weight that had been piled on her shoulders just about forever. Each piece of her work clothing represented stress, and as it fell away, so did her tension. The lace on the red bra and panties brushing her skin sensitized her, made her feel more and more alive as she seemed to don less and less. By the time she slipped on the heels, she felt beautiful and nearly stress free.

The limo rolled to a stop just as she tied the belt on the silk robe into a knot. She gathered the gap in the front together when the door opened and tried to slide out of the car without giving the driver a peek at the decadent outfit beneath. His eyes seemed to linger on the crimson stilettos, so she moved quickly to leave him behind.

They’d stopped in a deserted alley in front of a tan, brick, three-story building Angie immediately recognized because Noah had brought her there once. The old glove factory was being changed into expensive condos for people who liked city life, and Noah was supervising the renovation. He was turning the entire third floor into the new home they would soon share, doing all the work through his construction firm, but mostly with his own hands. So appropriate to choose this as a place where they might make a fresh start. More and more of the armor shielding her heart began to melt as she realized just how much she loved him and how her much crippling stress had hurt their relationship.

How easy it would have been for him to give up on her. She’d been such a bitch—demanding, moody, and a major pain in the ass. But Noah endured. He loved her. He honestly loved her.

With that notion, Angie finally understood. This wasn’t about control, about her need to always plan everything, to micromanage their lives to death. This was about trust. Yes, she loved Noah, but she’d always held a part of herself back, saving her true passion for her work.

What a sad notion! The buildings she’d designed were beautiful—monuments to her talent and to the talents of her staff. Those buildings would stand for decades, even centuries. She’d made a mark on the world.

But what had it cost her?

Sleepless nights. Frayed nerves. And, if she didn’t change her ways, the most important thing in the world to her—Noah.

Angie needed him every bit as much as food. Water. Air. And she’d let him believe…No, she’d
forced
him to feel as if he was second best in her life.

He was right. She’d never truly trusted him. Not completely. The time had come to stop holding any piece of herself back. Now, she vowed to trust him with her heart and with her body.

Stepping inside the door, she waited a moment for her eyes to adjust to the semidarkness. Having been there before, she knew the elevator would be to her left, and just as she turned, the ding of the bell announced its arrival. The doors opened, revealing a compartment empty except for a wooden coat rack. A note dangled from one of its arms. Angie entered the compartment without a moment of hesitation, taking another step toward her surrender to Noah, trusting him to bring them both nothing but pleasure.

The note told her to take off the robe and hang it up, which she did just as the elevator arrived on the third floor. With another bell, the doors opened to reveal the small foyer that led to the home she and Noah would soon share. Not even peeking out to see if anyone was in the foyer, Angie strode to the door, raised her hand, and would have knocked had she not seen the door was already ajar. Giving it a small push, it opened to a dimly lit condo—a surprise because of all the skylights. The light, she realized, came from candles lit on the fireplace mantel. She glanced up to see Noah had installed shades, which he’d shut tight.

“Noah?” she said as she stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. “Where are you?”

“Come here.” His voice was firm yet held not a single note of unkindness. A shiver raced over her skin, and she gave her sexy outfit one last check to be sure everything was in its proper place, seams straight, and stockings pulled up. “Now, Angie.”

She followed his voice, stopping only when she saw the setup Noah had made for their evening.

In the middle of the great room sat a large, brass bed covered in shiny black sheets. On it rested several coils of white rope that seemed to shimmer in the faint light pouring through the covered skylights. The candles cast a dappled glow across the room. A few more candles burned on the granite top of the kitchen island. An oak barstool was the only other furniture in the place. The setting was romantic, but her heart started to slam in her chest when Angie’s gaze returned to the ropes.

Yes, she trusted Noah. Did she trust him enough to let him use that rope, to put her entirely at his mercy? The sheer naughtiness of it sent a flood of heat to her pussy, and she squirmed, feeling herself growing wet. Desire fanned from her core to her limbs, making her breath come in pants as her nipples hardened against the brush of lace covering them.

She didn’t jump when Noah came up behind her, somehow sensing his nearness. His hands reached around to grab her tits, and he pinched them gently with his fingers, rolling the nipples until they became firm pebbles. He was naked. His cock, already hot and hard, rubbed against her ass as his muscled chest pressed to her back. Angie’s heart pounded harder.

“You trust me, baby,” he purred in her ear, stating it as a fact rather than posing a question. “You trust me enough that I can do
anything
to you. And you want me to do all sorts of things. Things you’ve never had done to those tits, to that pussy.”

“Yes. Yes. I trust you, Noah.”

“Then close your eyes.”

She squeezed them tight as she also squeezed her thighs together, loving the sumptuous, sexual want thrumming through her body. Something inside her was free, something that could never have been free without her love for Noah and Noah’s love for her.

His warmth left her, making her whimper, but she didn’t open her eyes.

“Put your hands in front of you.”

She obeyed, and his calloused hands grasped her wrists. Something as soft as silk wrapped around until she couldn’t separate her hands. “The ropes?”