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She stepped by him, the light hints of her flowery perfume infused on the air. That’s when he got a good look at her ass, and not seeing any panty lines, he knew she wore a thong or nothing at all. His dick jerked in his pants. Damn. His fingers twitched to make that ass all nice and warm, imagining how perfect she would look with a bright red bottom.

  Intent to get the answers he needed before moving along, he shut the front door just as she said, “Wow. This place looks like an art gallery.”

  Stepping next to her, he stared down into pretty eyes. “That’s precisely what the architect was going for. This place was my grandfather’s.” Noah gestured to the art on the walls. “All these paintings are from his collection. My grandfather was a lover of fine art and wanted to display the paintings properly.” He was also a great man to boot.

  “Amazing.” She strode forward and examined the pieces.

  Noah shoved one hand in his pocket and smiled at her. He already believed that Jared’s concerns were for nothing. Her lack of eye contact, quick breaths, flighty hand movements all suggested she was way out of her comfort zone. But Noah had to be sure. Because Jared was right—nothing would look worse than if Noah dominated a sweet and innocent young woman who didn’t know what she was getting herself into. “Did you bring the documents I requested?” he asked.

  She nodded and reached into her purse, taking out the folded pieces of paper and offering them.

  He unfolded both. First, he discovered that she had signed the Terms of Agreement. Though when he reached the document detailing her limits, he frowned. He’d shouldn’t have given her the benefit of the doubt so quickly. Jared’s warning wasn’t only there in his mind, it was screaming at him that something was wrong. “Is this some kind of joke?” he asked, lifting his gaze to her face.

  “Is what a joke?” She blinked.

  He held up the piece of paper. “No one, Olivia, and I mean, no one that I have met before has ever agreed to everything on this list. Explain to me why you, this timid person I see now, has no reservations about some of these items on the list?”

  Her cheeks blushed a deep crimson and she quickly averted her gaze. “Well…” She drew in a long deep breath. “Well, I decided to go for it all because I want to experience all of this without holding back. And that means I need to do things I would never do before.”

  Noah stepped forward, caught her chin, demanding her full attention. The eyes were his way into a soul. “You clearly have not thought this through,” he stated firmly. “If we were together, I guarantee you that you would lose sense of yourself at some point doing our scene. How could you voice what you hate if you’re not fully coherent?”

  “That’s true,” she said softly, embarrassment shining in her eyes. “I suppose I hadn’t considered that might happen.”

  And he supposed that was because she hadn’t done anything like this before. “We’ll need to address your limits later.” He scrunched the paper in his hands and shoved it into his pocket. Because right now he didn’t trust this woman.

  Everyone had rules. Why didn’t she?

  Intent to discover that answer, Noah moved into his living room and took a seat on his dark gray leather armchair set next to the white leather couch. Rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, he said, “Undress to your lingerie.”

  Olivia paused, her cheeks and chest flushing a deep red.

  From his seat, he arched an eyebrow and waited.

  A long, weighted minute passed before she inhaled a huge deep breath and blew it out slowly. She reached back and unzipped her dress, letting the fabric flutter to the ground. Noah’s mouth went dry, his cock swelled painfully in his pants. She looked even better out of the dress than she did in it.

  There was not a second that he wasted. He enjoyed every one of them as he gazed over her black lacy lingerie and garter belts attached to black stockings with lace. She’d taken the time to look good for him, and he appreciated the view probably more than she knew. When he lifted his eyes to hers again, he noted the arousal there, and the darkness in her enlarged pupils. “Come to me,” he ordered.

  She approached slowly then stopped. Her feet rested in between his legs, her fingers twined in front of her. He noted the slight wobble on her heels. Now he’d have his deeper look into this woman. Call it being intuitive, or simply good at reading people, but Noah trusted his instincts. And they had yet to fail him. “Before anything goes any further, you need to be honest with me.”

  She swallowed deeply. “Honest about what, sir?”

  He gave her a penetrating look, and she reacted, shifting from foot to foot. “What exactly are you looking to get out of this experience?”

  “Some fun.”

  He frowned and shook his head. “Be real with me.” This was her test. Her answer would gauge if Jared’s warning held merit. If her answer seemed staged, they were done. “Why are you here?”

  Her gaze fell to the floor and her deep inhale and exhale raised and lowered her shoulders before she looked at him again. “I’m here because I want to remember what it feels like to be wanted. I want to remember how life felt when I could trust the people around me.” Her breath hitched, emotion filling her eyes, her chin quivering. “I want to feel beautiful again. I want to feel happy.”

  At that, Noah cocked his head. “Now why would you need to remind yourself of all those things?”

  “My fiancé cheated on me and I broke off our engagement,” she said quickly.

  He caught her long exhale right after. That told him this had likely been the first time she admitted that aloud. “I’m sorry,” he told her gently. “That must have been extremely painful. When did your engagement end?”

  “A month ago, and yes, it was incredibly painful.” She took in another deep breath then lifted her chin. “I want you to understand that I’m not doing this to spite my ex. I’m doing this for me. To rediscover myself.”

  “And you think being here with me will help with this?”

  She nodded. “I have no doubt that it will. This is my chance to take my life back. I’m here because I want to fulfill a fantasy. For me, not for anyone else.” She stepped closer to the chair. “Am I nervous? You bet I am. You make me incredibly nervous. You’re gorgeous for one, and your confidence is also very intimidating.”

  With every word she said, the world faded away. For a second in time, it was just them that remained in a space where all he saw was her strength hidden behind a wall of pain. That woman, the one she fought to find again, was the only woman he saw now.

  He forced himself to blink, pulling himself away from the way she drew him in. “To be clear then, your lack of limits is because you’re trying to find yourself?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Interesting.

  “All right.” He paused and examined her, aching for all the rich desire she was throwing his way. “We’ll need to redefine those limits. I won’t play with you without rules. That would be wrong of me.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He noted the small smile, telling him she valued decency. So did he. He’d also bet that she hadn’t been hired by his competition, but again, he couldn’t take chances. “With all that said, because you’ve given me nothing to know of what you like and don’t like, show me how you make yourself come.”

  At his boldness, her mouth dropped open and eyes widened. Which was his intention. He needed to push her to look for any cracks in her resolve. To see if this woman was really as sweet and shy as she seemed or if it was all an act. “Place your foot right there.” He gestured to his left thigh.

  “Really? Like right here,” she sputtered. “Make myself…like now?”

  He arched an eyebrow.

  “I take it that’s a yes,” she said with a long sigh. “Okay.” She placed the tip of her high heel on his knee. He glanced up her calf to her smooth thigh that led to the garters before
looking her in the eye again. “Pull your panties aside.”

  Her breath hitched and cheeks flushed as she slid her manicured fingers into her panties, exposing her pussy to him. She was bare in the creases with some trimmed pubic hair on top. He stared at her sex long and hard, purposely to cause a reaction. And when he lifted his eyes to her, he found her eyelids hooded.

  To push her even harder, he asked, “Tell me, Olivia, does my looking at you…wanting you…make your cunt hot and wet?”

  “Yes, sir.” She breathed.

  “Show me.”

  The innocence in her eyes, the shyness in their depths all called to him when she dipped her fingers lower between her thighs then brought them back out, offering her hand. He reached forward and stroked the tips of his fingers across hers, delighted by the silkiness of her arousal.

  With his eyes locked on hers, he sucked on his fingertips, her breath catching. “You taste as sweet as those eyes look, Olivia,” he told her, voice low.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  He noted her raspy breath when he gave her a sensual smile. He’d seen the way he affected women before. They often liked the look of him. But this, with Olivia, was notably different. Intense. Natural.

  Bringing his hand back onto the armrest, he moved along. He needed to see her lost in pleasure. That’s the place no one could lie. “Are you able to come using your hand alone or do you need a vibrator?”

  “My hand is fine, sir.”

  “Very well,” he said with a nod. “Give me the show I want, Olivia.”

  Her eyes fell to his chest, and he allowed that movement. Not only did it tell him this wasn’t easy for her, but he wanted her to come. For right now, however she got there was fine by him.

  Slow perfect minutes went by as her fingers slowly began to increase their pace, moving faster and faster as she circled her clitoris. Her breath deepened, and soft moans spilled from her mouth in no time. Obviously, voyeurism had been a fantasy for Olivia. Now that fantasy was being met, and she found heightened pleasure.

  Noah found torture. His fingers tightened around the armrest while he waited patiently, staring only at her hand in an attempt to make her comfortable. His cock hardened painfully in his pants, but he didn’t move to stroke himself for fear he’d jar her from the pleasure. Especially considering she was getting there. Her breath becoming harsher now, her body shaking, her movements jerkier.

  That’s when Noah lifted his gaze to hers and found her eyes fluttering shut.

  “No, Olivia, do not hide.” He leaned forward, careful not to knock off her high heel, and captured her chin. “Look right here. Nowhere else until I say otherwise.” He stared into her eyes, searching for the truth.

  Soon, there in their depths was not motivation to prove something to him. He couldn’t see a hint of darkness indicating that she’d sell him out or that she was playing a role. Something entirely different appeared—something raw and beautiful and goddamn perfect.

  He saw a woman claiming her sensual self because he’d given her the space to do so. He saw a woman taking back control that she’d lost. He saw a woman staring at him with gratefulness and lust.

  He didn’t need to see anything more. “Shut your eyes, angel, and claim your pleasure.”

  Her eyes closed a second later, and her head tilted back with her moan. Her fingers worked at her clit in fast circles for many more long minutes. Noah sat back in his chair, stroking his cock on the outside of his pants, watching her. He paid attention to the firm pressure she used on her clit and the fast jerky movements she made, locking that into his memory for when they played. Her breathing grew even raspier when she tucked her hand into her bra.

  Soon she jerked, clearly squeezing her nipple tight, and then she fell apart before his eyes.

  It took all of Noah’s strength to stay seated on the chair and not bend her over and fuck her until she screamed that climax to the roof. He had heard many beautiful things throughout his life, though nothing quite as beautiful as Olivia’s moans of pleasure.

  Slowly she lowered her hand to her thigh, her chest heaving, her head bowed, her body quivering with the aftereffects of her orgasm.

  Noah rose, gently nudging her foot back to the ground. He cupped her face, waiting for her to open her eyes. When she did, his breath caught at the emotion in her eyes. Emotion that clawed at him, impressively sucking him in, making him want to know everything about her. He barely controlled his desires, his muscles quivering to have this woman.

  He slid his hand across her cheek, letting the silence speak for him, and she leaned into his touch, melting into him. He’d never seen a woman do that when he touched her before. Give herself so freely. Especially since she’d been hurt deeply not that long ago.

  And that was a problem. Emotions often made things murky.

  He needed to think this through. Knowing her history of a recent breakup, seeing that raw emotion she radiated, changed things. He needed clear steps ahead now. Especially considering how affected he felt near her. How much he wanted her, and not only her body but inside her mind. “It’s time for you to go home.”

  Her eyes slowly reopened, and behind her drowsy eyes, confusion held there. “You don’t—”

  He arched an eyebrow.

  She closed her mouth and gave a knowing smile, obviously realizing that he wasn’t a man to repeat himself, then she fetched her clothing.

  His head was spinning as he strode toward the front door. Every submissive before her, he could control both her and himself. A scene was always about the woman. Her needs. Her desires. Tonight, he wanted all for himself. And that was also a problem.

  He wouldn’t play with a woman who had a broken heart. Not until he got a handle on the way she threw him off his game.

  By the time he looked back at her, she was nearly at the door, her black dress back in place. She stopped in front of him and smiled. “Same time, same place, tomorrow?”

  He nodded, desperately attempting to get his head straight and to take back control of his ravenous need. “See you tomorrow.” He captured her chin then sealed his mouth on hers and gave her the kiss he’d wanted to give her since she got there. The only kiss she’d get from him tonight because he didn’t trust himself to stop. His lips moved across hers in the rough manner he sought. His tongue diving into her mouth, claiming her in the way he wanted. And he knew that the moment he backed away he’d only want more.

  That’s what made Olivia different.

  Chapter 4

  Olivia woke the next morning to a hard knock on the door. Still in bed, not at all ready to face the day, she cracked an eye open to the sun blasting through the window. She glanced at the clock. 9:00. Who in their right mind woke anyone up this early on a Saturday morning?

  A person looking to meet the grim reaper, she decided.

  She cursed and turned over, remembering that Paige had already left for work. She wasn’t proud that she had to share a bed with her best friend, but Paige’s couch was uncomfortable and this was her life now. As the owner of Cookies!, a bakery in the Bronx specializing in custom cookies, she was always gone before Olivia woke up, even on the weekend. Sundays were the only day Paige took off. Truth be told, she made a person who worked a nine-to-five job look lazy.

  Olivia liked lazy.

  She shut her eyes again, snuggling her face into the pillow. Whoever was at the door could go away.

  The knock came again, and Olivia snapped her eyes open, a growl slipping from between her lips. Beyond annoyed now, and ready to give whoever was at the door a piece of her mind, she marched toward the front door.

  She grabbed the door handle and whisked it open. “I don’t know who you think you are—” Her mouth slammed shut with an audible pop.

  All six feet two inches of gorgeous Noah stood on the other side of her door, minus the suit. This morning he wore jeans an
d a light blue button-down that made his eyes pop. A bouquet of flowers, a mixture of bright colors, in his hand.

  A small smile curved his mouth. “Did I wake you?”

  Dear God, her mouth watered at his lethal grin. How a man could hold such grace and power and yet also maintain being a badass all at the same time was beyond understanding. Plus, in all his magnificence, she realized her messy bun was falling off to the side of her head and she wore the cotton jammies that said I DON’T DO MORNINGS across her chest with no bra underneath.

  She didn’t want to kill him for waking her up. She actually wanted to die now and hoped the ground would open up and erase this moment from history.

  When she folded her arms across her chest, his grin widened. “I’ve surprised you again, it seems.”

  “Ah, yeah…just a bit.” She pondered how to handle this. One: shut the door in his face and go back to bed and pretend this never happened. Two: attempt to fix her hair and save a little face. Or three: accept her reality. “I wasn’t expecting you,” she finally said, figuring the latter was the only feasible option.

  “It’s early, I know.” He gestured inside. “May I come in?”

  “Sure.” She stepped to the side then shut the door behind him. Her brain never worked first thing in the morning, but when she inhaled his spicy cologne, the memory of getting herself off last night filled her mind. Surely, that realization should embarrass her.

  Oddly, no embarrassment came. Maybe because she was trying to figure out what had brought him here. “Wait. How do you even know where I live?”

  He glanced around Paige’s digs then turned those intense eyes onto her. “Your address was provided on your background check.”

  “Oh, right.” Damn, she needed coffee quick or this was really going to turn embarrassing fast.

  Noah’s mouth twitched. “I take it you’re not a morning person.”

  “I’m pretty sure I’m not even awake yet. If you leave now, I can guarantee I would think I had dreamed this.”

  He chuckled and lifted his hand, offering her the bouquet. “I hope this is a good enough apology for waking you.”