Perfectly Inappropriate

Maybe sometimes she didn’t get anything right. She fumbled a lot in this crazy thing called life. But this…this moment, she got perfectly right.

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Late that night, and after Noah had parked his car next to the elevator in the parking garage of his building, he opened the car door and knelt by Olivia who was sleeping soundly in the passenger seat. She had fallen asleep early on the drive back to New York City and hadn’t stirred once. He brushed the hair off her face, examining this woman who had done something incredibly sweet for him today. He hadn’t tasted that feeling in a really long time, and it tasted good.

She breathed deep with sleep and he gently tucked her hair behind her ear. Over the years, he had shaken thousands of hands, talked to thousands of people throughout his life, and not one of them had been like Olivia. She had every reason to feel jilted, but she still offered warmth to him. More importantly, she saw beauty in a world where many saw only negativity.

Cameron was a damn fool. To cheat on this woman. It made no sense.

Though Noah knew men like Cameron. Men who were hungry to have every little bit of the world and then wanted only to claim more of it. He understood that passion since that drive also ran through his blood. But Noah had morals, something Cameron obviously did not. Yet what Olivia had given him today was something new. Something undiscovered. Something real.

He kept waiting for that moment when he would become less interested in her. The moment never came. If anything, she only fascinated him more. Determined to keep her close tonight, he gathered her in his arms and her head

gently fell onto his chest. He smiled to himself, unsurprised she didn’t rouse. She seemed to like to sleep.

In quick time, he made it into his penthouse and carried her to the bedroom. His plan to leave her there while he stripped to join her was thwarted when she opened her eyes.

“Am I home?” she croaked.

“We’re at my place.” He gently pulled his arm out from under her neck.

She slowly began to sit up. “I need to work tomorrow.”

“I’ll get you home in time in the morning.” She lowered her head back to the pillow, and he added, “Just sleep.” Truth was, he wanted her there with him tonight. He wanted her there in the morning tucked in next to him. Warm, soft, and perfect in his arms. And that wasn’t anything he needed to think about anymore.

She tilted her face slightly, close enough that he could kiss her. “Are you coming to bed too?”

With the lights off in his room, the moonlight cascaded through the window and onto her beautiful face, and his cock swelled. Something this woman seemed to do to him without any effort. He suspected, on an intellectual level, he understood why. The connection with Olivia was not only about desire alone but also was centered around need. There was an emotional element between them that had been there from the second he met her. A connection he could not ignore, nor pretend did not exist. “That depends if you want to go back to sleep.”

His expression must have showed a lot of what he wanted because she nibbled her lip and slowly shook her head. “I don’t want to sleep,” she said softly.

Damn, he regretted there wasn’t more light in the room. He missed seeing the way her eyes darkened and became hooded with her arousal. Equally drawn into her, he began undressing her. First her shirt then her bra, and he didn’t get distracted from his task until he had her naked. Only then did he close his mouth over hers and kiss her passionately. A slow kiss. An intimate kiss. One that he had never given to any woman in his bed before, because it crossed lines he had refused to ever cross before.

In no time, her sweet mouth and ripe body awaiting him had his cock throbbing in desperation to sink into her. He breathlessly broke away, trailing his fingers over her bare thigh, moving toward her sex. The sweet moan and needy wiggle only brought out his carnal urges more.

Instead of touching her where she wanted him to, he unbuttoned his shirt then shed the rest of his clothing. She lay perfectly still, ready and waiting, her nipples hard, her mouth, made puffy from his kiss, parted waiting for more.

He grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer and wasted no time in applying the latex. The need to get closer to her overwhelmed him, and those thoughts followed him as he covered her body with his. He dropped his mouth to hers, tasting all the things she was offering, and maybe things she didn’t even know she was giving him. He rested his hands next to her head, keeping her pinned to the mattress exactly where he wanted her. Beneath him.

The tip of him found her easily, and he devoured her soft moan when he entered her. His lips paused on hers, a groan spilling from his mouth as her tight heat encased him. He gave long, slow thrusts of his hips, allowing himself to feel the way her inner walls hugged him.

Vanilla sex. Oh, how long it had been since he’d had a taste of sex without intensity. Where the only exchange was the potent connection between them. But this, with her, was nice. She clung to him, her legs wrapped around his thighs, her hands sliding across his back. And soon, he became lost in how well they fit together.

Needing to be closer still, he cupped her shoulder, keeping her tight to him while he rode her. She was soft and warm and everything perfect beneath him. So perfect that he broke the kiss, consumed by the pleasure she drew out in him. He dropped his head onto her neck to inhale the sweetness of her natural aroma. He placed his ear right by her mouth to hear every single one of her soft, breathy moans. A sound that confirmed he was doing right by her; this incredible woman who had fallen into his life and somehow made him want this. To be as close as he could get and then somehow only want to get closer.

He was unafraid. He held on tighter and hooked her leg onto his arm, spreading her wider. Her sweet pussy welcomed his cock in deep until he was thrusting his hips hard and fast. His deep grunts echoed her moans, and each little quiver she gave as his pelvis connected with her clit had him thrusting his hips faster now, needing her to get there first.

She gasped, her fingernails digging into his back. “Noah.”

The desperation in her voice echoed around him. He pumped his hips harder…faster. Though desperation filled him too. He pressed his body against her, pinning her to the mattress. She was safe. Protected. All his to pleasure. And as that single declaration echoed in his mind, he increased his thrusts until her moans all blended together. Her breath hitched and her legs straightened with her rising pleasure. She was taking him along with her, and he unleashed himself, skin slapping against skin, until she began quivering beneath him.

Then there was nothing but her pleasure, then his.

Until his mind returned to him many, many minutes later. He slid off her and grabbed a tissue off the bedside table and removed the condom. She was breathless and silent, her eyes closed, her body lax and sated. He scooped her up in his arms, spooning her, and tucked his face into her neck to catch his breath.

“Noah,” she said a little while later.