Perfectly Inappropriate

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.