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Authors: Hannah Ford

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“That’s it, baby, get yourself ready for me.”

He took another sip of his drink, slow and controlled, his dark eyes smoldering, his stare so penetrating I swore I could feel it. I groaned again around my gag as he removed his tie and then began to unbutton his shirt.

His body began to come into view, his hard pecs, the defined lines of his abs, the soft line of hair that started at his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his dress pants.

“Come closer,” he commanded.

I came to him and he took my hands in his, placed them on his thighs.

“Take my cock out.”

I undid his pants, sliding his zipper down and pulling his cock out. It was already rock hard. I moaned as he wrapped my hand around his dick and guided it up and down on his shaft.

“Good girl. Jerk me off.”

I stroked him up and down obediently, until he took his dick in his hand and rubbed it over my cheek.

“Are you going to talk back again, baby?” he asked. “Are you going to disobey me like that again?”

I couldn’t reply, and he smiled wickedly as he continued to rub his cock over my cheeks. “Don’t have much to say now, do you?” He leaned forward and grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and lowered his mouth to my neck and began sucking on the hollow of my throat. His tongue licked a searing trail down my body to my cleavage before he released his grip on my hair and began unbuckling the straps of my gag and pulling the ball out of my mouth.

I gasped as the gag was removed and I got used to my newfound freedom.

I was breathing heavily, my chest rising and falling, the excitement and arousal pulsing through me.

“Sir – ” I started, but Noah gave me a chastising look.

And then he was pushing his cock into my mouth, shutting me up as his hand rested firmly on the back of my head and he began to fuck my mouth. I sucked on him hungrily, tasting his skin, the saltiness of his precum.

“Look at me, Charlotte,” he growled, and I looked at him, our eyes locking as I sucked him off. He took my hand in his, wrapped it around his shaft, made me jerk him off while I blew him, my hand and mouth working together on his dick.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he groaned, and I loved that I was exciting him this way. My mouth moved faster and Noah stood up so he could get a better angle on me, pushing deeper down my throat.

“You look so good blowing me, baby,” he murmured, and then he was pulling his cock out of my mouth, jerking it in his hand slowly as he pressed his balls to my lips.

I swirled my tongue over his sensitive skin, and then he was fucking my mouth again, this time harder and faster, making me take his shaft so deep I could feel the head of his dick against the back of my throat.

Finally he pulled out of me.

He stared down at me, his eyes smoldering with desire, and I felt my whole body go weak with my want for him. His body was perfection, his chest chiseled and strong, his six pack defined. I reached up and traced the outline of his abs, wondering if he would punish me for touching him. But instead he just stared down at me, his eyes hooded, the strong line of his jaw silhouetted from the light behind him. “Charlotte,” he whispered. He ran a finger over my cheek as I stared up at him, totally submissive to him, waiting for him to give me my next instruction.

I saw the love he had for me reflected in his eyes, and my chest caught again at the fact that this amazing man could feel this way about me, and I about him, and how giving myself to him in this way could make me feel closer to him than I’d ever felt to another person in my life, closer than I ever could have imagined was even possible.

Noah licked his bottom lip and then the slight vulnerability I’d seen reflected briefly in his expression was gone. He pulled his shoulders back, towering over me.

“Go sit on the couch, Charlotte.”

I scrambled onto the couch as he finished removing his pants.

“Lie back.”

I leaned back and he slid my panties off, then grabbed my legs under the knees, pushed them all the way back and then pressed his body into mine and thrust inside of me in one long, breathtaking stroke.

“Oh my God,” I gasped as he filled me. My pussy had been soaking wet and now I was even wetter.

He began to fuck me, hard, fast, unrelenting, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming as he pinned my legs down and fucked me harder and harder, so hard my hands gripped the couch underneath me and my tits bounced as he continued his assault on my body.

His shaft brushed against my clit with every stroke, and his hands gripped my legs, his nails digging into my skin, the sting of it a contrast to the hot pleasure that was radiating from between my legs.

I couldn’t take it anymore, and I knew I was going to come soon.

I wasn’t sure if I was allowed, and I wanted to ask him, but I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to talk.

“Noah,” I started, but his brow furrowed and then his hand wrapped around my neck, applying just the tiniest bit of pressure.

I clamped my mouth shut, and his eyes locked onto mine and I fell into him, tumbling, spinning, whirling, and there was nothing in this moment except the two of us, our bodies joined together, and then I came, hard, the ripples of exquisite pleasure overwhelming me as my pussy convulsed on his cock.

“Good girl,” he said, and then his hand was moving from my throat down to my clit, thumbing it gently as my orgasm swelled even harder and more intense.

When I was done, he pulled out of me and then slid me off the couch and back onto my knees, shoving his dick back into my mouth, this time more brutal even than before, pushing me down on it and holding me there, making me choke as he began to come against the back of my throat.

I swallowed, then another shot hit me, the acrid taste of his cum filling my mouth. It was my instinct to pull back, but he held me tight as another shot erupted from the head of his dick, coating the back of my throat.

When he’d finished, he pulled out of my mouth, and I slumped over, my hands on my knees, struggling to catch my breath, my body spent and used.

“And that,” Noah said, his chest heaving with exertion as he looked down at me. “Is why you don’t talk back.”

H
e drew
me a bath and carried me to the bathroom, placing me in the water before leaving me, and I took my time relaxing in the hot water, trying to clear my mind from the thoughts that swirled through me like a tornado.

When I’d been in there so long that my fingers were pruney and my body as relaxed as it was going to get, I climbed out and began to get ready for bed even though it was still early. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, then pulled on a pair of pajamas that Noah had laid out for me -- a teeny little pink tank top with spaghetti straps that clung to my tits and a matching see-through thong.

When I came out of the bathroom he was sitting on the bed, reading on his iPad. He’d showered in the guest bath, and his hair was damp and mussed, but he hadn’t shaved, and stubble darkened his cheeks. He was dressed in black track pants and a crisp white t-shirt that showed off his tan skin and clung to the roped cords of his biceps.

“Hi,” I said shyly.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He stood up and took my hand, began to lead me over to my side of the bed. But I caught sight of something outside, a glimpse red and blue and white lights flashing, the beams dancing off the glass window pane.

I peeked outside to see a police car pulling up across the street, the lights flashing.

“Is that because of me?” I asked, placing my hand against the glass.

Noah nodded gravely. “Yes.”

“They think Professor Worthington might come here?”

He hesitated. “They’re not sure.”

“They think he wants to hurt me.”

“They think it’s more likely that he wants to escape more than he wants to hurt you. So it’s just a precaution. They’re keeping an eye on the building.”

He was standing behind me and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me toward him and resting his chin on my head. I breathed in the scent of him, his laundry detergent and the clean scent of his soap. His body enveloped mine and I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the safe feeling of being in his arms.

“And you’re okay with that?” I asked. I knew how he felt about the police, how he didn’t trust them to get it right. I felt him tense behind me and I turned around. “Noah?”

“Yes, I’m okay with it.”

But I could see something else in his eyes. “What?” I demanded. “What is it?”

“As long as we have backups in place, I could give a fuck what the police do.”

“What do you mean, back ups?”

“I’ve hired a private security team.”

“Like
bodyguards?”
I shook my head. “No. Absolutely not.”

He placed his hands on my shoulders. “You won’t even know they’re there.”

My eyes filled with tears and I squeezed them shut. “I hate this. I hate that it’s happening.”

“Hey,” Noah said, and he reached down and tipped my chin up, his gaze searching my face. “I told you I would keep you safe. Do you believe that?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Then let me take care of everything.”

I sniffed. “Okay.”

He wrapped his arms back around me, his body enveloping mine, and I leaned my head against his chest as the lights from the police cruiser swirled around outside and I let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, he was right and that everything really would be okay.

M
y mother
never came home that night. She sent me a text just before midnight, saying that she wouldn’t be returning to Noah’s, that she was staying over at her friend’s apartment. I was too tired to question it, and too annoyed that she’d woken me up to wonder whether or not it was strange.

I read the text and then returned my phone to the nightstand. I rolled over and listened to the sound of Noah’s breathing, soft and steady. He looked relaxed in sleep, but the fact that he’d gone to bed so early betrayed the toll the day had taken on him. He
never
went to bed this early, instead staying up late working and then getting up early to go running or lift at the gym.

He must have felt me stirring, because he woke, too, smiled at me sleepily, then reached for me and snuggled me close to him, his lips brushing against my neck. “I love you, baby,” he murmured groggily.

Docket sighed in contentment at our feet, and I closed my eyes and fell back asleep.

When I woke again, it was nine am, and Docket was barking as he ran into the room and jumped onto the bed where he immediately began to lick my face. I giggled. He was too cute for him to be annoyed with him.

Noah appeared a second later, dressed in his running clothes, holding a plate of toast with peanut butter and a cup of coffee.

“Morning, sleepy. “ He set the plate and the coffee cup down on the nightstand next to me. “You must have been tired.”

“I was,” I said, reaching for the coffee and taking a sip. I’d never been into coffee until I’d met Noah, and now I was starting to get used to it, to need it in the morning, just another one of my new addictions that he was responsible for.

“We’ve already been out for a run, haven’t we, Docket?” he asked.

Docket barked happily, then grabbed a piece of toast off the dish and ran into the living room with it.

“Docket!” Noah called after him, but Docket paid him no mind.

“You know there’s going to be peanut butter all over the couch now,” I said, biting back my laughter. I thought it was hilarious that Noah could control everyone in his orbit except for a dog.

Noah sighed and shook his head, then stood up and stripped off his t-shirt. I shivered as my eyes roamed over the V of his hips.

“I’m going to shower, then I have some running around to do,” he said.

I stopped with my coffee cup halfway to my lips. “What kind of running around?”

“Some things I need to take care of for the Lilah Parks case.”

“Oh.” I set the coffee cup down on the nightstand. “Are you going to see Lilah?”

“No.” He was in the bathroom now, talking to me through the open door, and I heard the sound of the shower turning on.

“Then were are you going?”

“To talk to one of the girls in the those pictures.”

“What pictures?” I asked.

Noah returned to the doorway of the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe, his body language relaxed and languid. “The ones on Ryan Aqualino’s cell phone.”

“Oh, you mean the phone that Clementine stole from the murder scene?” I asked, not bothering to hide the sarcasm from my voice or the fact that I was enjoying taking a shot at Clementine.

“Yes.” He said it simply, like it was normal for someone to steal evidence from a murder scene and not something that could get you disbarred and/or arrested. “But if I can talk to one of the girls on that phone and get her to testify, then the stolen phone won’t be an issue now, will it?”

I nodded grudgingly. He was being smart. He was going to try to find a way to get Ryan’s proclivity for torturing women brought up during trial without having to use the phone.

“I’ll go with you.” I picked up the remaining piece of peanut butter toast and took a bite nonchalantly, like it was a given that I would go with him. And why shouldn’t it have been? I was working on the case, too. I had a right to be involved in whatever it was that Noah was doing.

But obviously Noah didn’t feel the same way, because he shook his head. “No.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s too dangerous.”

“What’s too dangerous?” I pressed.

“Driving around New York City looking for prostitutes.”

“How do you know they were prostitutes?”

“Clementine did some digging.”

Of course she did. “And you’ve identified one of the women in the pictures?”

Noah nodded.

“What makes you think she’s going to talk to you?”

His mouth twitched into a grin. “My charming personality.”

I smiled, and he crossed the room and sat down on the bed next to me, then smoothed a strand of hair back from my face. “It’s Saturday morning, Charlotte. You’ve been through a lot. You should stay here and relax. Try not to think about school or the case.”

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