Perfectly Inappropriate

“Don’t move.”

His voice was low and rumbly and made her need him badly. On her knees, his thick cock in her hand, she stared up at him while he lifted the camera and took the shot.

He lowered the camera and gestured at his cock. “Go on, angel.”

She did as she was told and took him into her mouth, sliding her lips up and down his shaft, and he hissed. He smelled like Noah, all musk and man. He tasted salty and perfect. Her inner muscles pulsed in need as she began stroking him with her hand and swirled her mouth over him, wanting him to feel pleasure like she had felt pleasure. And he began capturing it all with the camera, the clicking of the lens echoing his masculine groans.

She began bobbing her head on the tip, feeling how much he liked that by the quiver of his body. She vaguely felt him bend to the right a little before he backed away. When she sat back on her feet, her sex tightened with need as Noah stroked his thick cock with her salvia glistening in the light. He had placed the camera on the table next to them and now applied the condom. Then in one swift movement he placed the camera in her hand again and spun her around, his chest pressing tightly against her back.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said, sliding one arm across her chest until she was locked in his hold. “When I look at you, I see beauty.” His cock was right there between her butt cheeks, then he was deep inside her, and she moaned against how he filled her so perfectly. He pumped his cock slowly in and out, and my God…She reveled in every spectacular inch of him. “I see a woman put here to change the world only by being herself. A woman who is unique, aware, and present in ways that are undeniably special.”

Suddenly his cock was gone, and she was spun around, her back pressing against the wall. Without a hitch to his movement, he reentered her, and she rose up on her tiptoes, immersed in the pleasure. His honest words brought hot emotion and even hotter arousal. She held the camera tight with one hand and held him even tighter with the other.

“Tell me what I told you,” he growled, pumping his hips hard and fast.

“I’m beautiful.” She gasped, her inner walls clamping down against the rising pleasure. “I’m unique…aware…special.”

“Don’t. Ever. Forget. It.” His growl vibrated in the air around her.

And then there was no talking anymore. There was only pleasure. Hot raw and dirty pleasure.

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Late into the night, the bright half-moon glowed in the dark sky as Noah stared through the skylight above the two-person clawfoot bathtub. Candles were lit on every surface of the renovated bathroom, illuminating the white wainscoting on the walls and sage-colored paint above them. The warm water soothed muscles he hadn’t known were tired. Eucalyptus infused the humid air in the bathroom, steaming up the oval mirrors above the double vanity. Noah didn’t particularly enjoy the aroma but figured Olivia might like it. A quick look down revealed Olivia lying across from him. Her eyes were shut, and her neck rested against the edge of the tub.

Some time ago, he’d begun massaging her foot while it rested on his chest. She moaned when he pressed his thumb against the arch of her foot. He smiled, liking this particular look on her. Peaceful. Content. Satisfied. In fact, she made him feel all those things too.

For as long as Noah could remember, his father had instilled the importance of a strong work ethic into him, while his grandfather always spoke of the importance of family.

“A man is nothing without laughter and love in his life.”

That statement made by his grandfather around the dinner table on Thanksgiving one year had stayed with Noah. His father and grandfather were arguing about something, likely politics, but that single line had made an impact at the time. Noah remembered agreeing with his grandfather then. He wondered when he changed so much, gravitating toward his father’s line of thinking: career always came first. As Noah massaged each of her toes, he wondered what his grandfather would have thought of Noah being unmarried at thirty-five years old.

Likely disappointed.

With his knees poking through the warm water, he stared at the end of the tub to the reason drawing all these thoughts.

He hadn’t spent a day like today—not working, not planning, not preparing for the next day—in at least ten years. He had not thought he was missing out. Until now.

Determined to stop thinking about the what-ifs, he focused on her and broke the silence. “Tell me, Olivia…what is it exactly that you want out of life?”

She smiled then her eyes slowly opened. “That’s a deep question.”

He nodded. “It is.”

“Oh, just to the lef

t there.” She sighed. “Ah, yeah, that’s the spot.” She moaned a couple more times then finally answered him, “I want what everyone wants. To be happy.”

“Just happy—that’s it?” Everyone wanted something, but he thought it said a lot that she kept it all simple.

She slid her hands through the water, drawing his gaze to her breasts peeking out from beneath the bubbles. “I mean, of course I’d love for all my dreams to come true and to be a professional photographer. There’s nothing I wouldn’t want more than to be mentored by Harry Stem.”

“I’ve met him before at a fundraiser,” Noah said. “Seemed like a good man.”

Olivia nodded. “Yeah, he’s incredible.”