Chapter Twenty-One

NOAH

Lex has gone all out.

The Four Seasons has a grand entrance, marble floors with a gold table sitting in the center of the lobby. The expansive flower display on the table is an eyesore adding to the scattered plants decorating the entrance.

There are a few guests waiting in the reception area, luggage beside them as they check in to the hotel. I stay behind them, then make my way to the guy checking me in. It’s a quick and straightforward process, and with adrenaline running through my veins, I find the restaurant in the lobby level—an Italian place called Culina.

There’s no one manning the entrance, and upon scanning the crowded room, I spot her sitting near the window with a group of men. They’re younger than I expected. Possibly in their late twenties if not early thirties. The three of them are gazing at Morgan with lust in their eyes, unprofessional and downright rude. Are you fucking kidding me? No one looks at my woman that way.

The taller one with the dark brown hair tied back into a girly ponytail, puts his arm around her chair. A gesture that she seems to notice and brushes off. The wave of jealousy almost knocks me over, and without any sense of reason, I walk toward her, avoiding the maître d’ chasing me down.

“So, you’ll see that Scarlett has—” She stops mid-sentence, her eyes widening while she observes me standing beside her at the table.

“Noah, what are you doing here?” she questions, shocked yet trying to compose herself.

The men seated at the table stare me up and down with their arrogant smirks. The one in the ponytail not retracting his arm that so carelessly rests behind Morgan. My hands are prepped, ready to strangle him at this very moment. As much as I hate him for his foolish behavior, I straighten my posture and act confidently trying to irk him.

“I apologize, but we have some unfinished business that needs sorting out.” I turn toward the men with a fierce look. “I need to borrow Ms. Bentley for… say…” I look at my watch, “… ten minutes.”

“Noah, can this possibly wait?” she asks, annoyed, plastering a fake smile for her guests.

“Not anymore.”

She excuses herself and follows me closely out of the restaurant. When we’re out of sight, I grab her hand and lead her toward the elevator.

“Noah, are you out of your mind? That was an important deal, and they’re only here for the night,” she sputters, momentarily beyond words.

The elevator is on level five, and impatiently, I grab her hand and open the door to the stairwell.

“What are you doing? I’m in heels, and you want me to climb… how many steps?”

This woman needs to shut up.

I grab her waist, lifting her and throwing her over my shoulder. She kicks and screams, begging me to put her down. When we hit the second floor, the room is right beside the elevator. I swipe the card and enter, finally putting her down.

She stumbles for just a moment, her eyes wild and fueled with anger. “This is insane, and I don’t think you understand—”

I press her up against the door, fast and hard, smashing my lips against hers. Her tits are soft and round, pushing hard against my chest. I want to bury myself in them. Get lost for hours upon hours, if not a lifetime. Wait, what did you just think?

“Noah,” she pants, gripping onto the lapels of my suit jacket.

I place my index finger on her lips, motioning for her to be quiet. “I’m not waiting anymore, Morgan,” I say just above a whisper. “I’ve waited long enough. I don’t care what happens tomorrow. Right now, I need you.”

I know I have only ten minutes. I’m a selfish bastard, but I don’t want to jeopardize her career. My hands run up her dress, lifting her ass into my hands. She laces her arms around my neck, drawing me in and proving to me she feels the same way.

Waiting is overrated, anyway.

Her long, lean legs wrap around my waist, giving me the perfect angle to take her against the door.

In one swift move, I unbuckle my pants, dropping them around my ankles. I bury my head into the crook of her neck, inhaling her skin. She smells like her, a scent so pure and sensual mixed with a bit of coconut. My senses are heightened, and the smell of her skin sends my body into the meltdown phase, and I haven’t even entered her yet.

Her panties feel expensive, lacy with tiny crystals scattered along the top. I can always replace them later. That’s what money is for. And so, I scrunch them in my hands and tear them away, making sure I don’t hurt her. The sound of her gasp sends delightful shivers throughout my body. Her body arches back, and the vein, visible on her neck, invites me to kiss every inch of it, wanting to taste the blood pumping through her veins like a goddamn vampire.

She’s ready.

I reach down and latch onto my shaft, taming the persistent throb and teasing her entrance with the tip of my cock. She’s delightfully wet, soft, and warm. So very warm. This moment should be savored, but I’m a selfish prick. I slide myself in as her stomach shrinks, sucking in the air as she takes a deep breath and moans splendidly all around me. She chants my name, softly sounding the syllables in tune with our bodies moving.

I push deeper, feeling her walls tighten around me. She’s almost there. I know she’s almost there. She releases her grip on me, leaning back against the door while her eyes meet mine.

And something in the way she gazes longingly at me draws me in.

The desire.

The lust.

The greed.

With the mightiest of thrusts, I slam into her hard, feeling her pussy contracting around my cock followed by her loud cry.

I’m done.

I pull out quickly, releasing all over her thigh while my body jerks forward in utter delight. Breathing heavily into her neck, my vision is blindsided seeing only stars, moons, and fucking fireworks.

What did she just do to me?

Grazing my thumb across her thigh, I take what’s mine because I’m greedy and want her to taste me. She lifts her head and studies the way I move my thumb upward and gently slide it across her bottom lip. Her lips remain parted, tiny breaths barely escaping as her eyes, wide and full of desperation, begging me to give her more.

“Just a taste of what’s to come,” I murmur, my mouth hovering over hers.

She smiles wickedly, running her tongue across her bottom lip. “I’ve got quite an appetite.”

“You need to go,” I tell her with discontent. “But don’t for one second think this is over. I’ll be here, waiting, as soon as you’re done.”

She runs her hands down my arms, gripping onto my biceps as she frees her legs. Even now, after all is done, her simple touch is melting away at me. Her legs shake while she tries to maintain her balance, latching onto me again for support.

I reach down and pull my pants up, leaving my belt unbuckled. After all, I expect her back here as soon as her meeting is over. Then, the real fun will begin.

She makes a dash to the bathroom to grab some tissues. After cleaning herself up, she straightens her dress and fixes her hair. I walk to where she’s standing and position myself behind her back. Our images reflect in the mirror, and as if my heart has completely fallen out of my chest, I know only one thing.

This feels right.

She breaks my gaze and latches onto the door handle. I reach out for her arm, pulling her into me one more time.

“Are we okay?”

The silence falls between us, worrying me that something’s wrong. As the panic begins to build, she traces the bottom of my jaw. Her lips, swollen and pouty, curve upward into a dreamy smile.

“Noah,” she asserts, rolling her tongue, seducing me with only the call of my name. “We’re more than okay.”