Chasing Fate (Dark Love 5)

“What way, Noah? Should I just take my clothes off and beg for you to fuck me? Is that what you’re used to?” She forces a laugh and waits for my reaction by tightening her lips.

I didn’t expect that. She makes me sound like some goddamn pimp.

I let go of her arms angrily. “You don’t know me. And you’re awfully quick to judge me based on what? Huh?”

“Based on many things,” she blurts out. “Noah, I don’t know what it is about you, but I know your type. You like women. Many women. Not one woman. Or perhaps, my sister could sway you.”

“I don’t care about your sister,” I half-lie.

“C’mon, Noah. I wasn’t born yesterday. You’ve met her. You have her personal number, right? I need to leave.” She presses the remote, unlocking the car.

“Morgan, stop.” I slam the door shut, resting my hand on the glass to block her from entering. My body is almost touching the back of hers, so close, I can inhale her sweet scent. I close my eyes for only a moment, trying to get a grip on my body’s reaction to hers, and just when I think I can control my desire to touch her, I lean in and whisper in her ear, “I think you want me. In fact, I can bet my life on it.”

“Noah, you don’t know what you’re talking about…” she trails off.

“When you’re hot, you’re hot.” And with the words escaping my mouth, I turn her around until our faces are an inch apart and slam my lips onto hers, kissing her deeply, pressing her body against the car. She tastes beautiful, and when my tongue finds hers and glides with ease, I hear her moan into my mouth, arousing my cock as I press hard against her.

She struggles out of my grip, pulling her head away as she takes a breath. “I can’t do this. I want to… but I can’t,” she begs through a moan.

“You have no choice,” I whisper back to her. “I want you. And when I want something, I’ll do everything in my power till it’s mine.”

“Noah…”

“Don’t fight me, no more games. Tomorrow, I get to meet the real Morgan Bentley,” I demand, my hands still clutching her arms.

“Okay,” she murmurs, her posture rising slightly as if the weight of the world has lifted off her shoulders.

I release my grip and run my finger along her bottom lip. Her innocent stare into my eyes does something unimaginable. Something I can’t quite figure out. Something that makes my heart thump really loud, almost beating out of my chest.

I know this isn’t a good sign.

My heart’s in the game.

Fuck! It definitely isn’t a good sign.

NOAH

I let go of Morgan, allowing her to drive off and think about my words and even surprising myself. That kiss. Fuck. It left me craving more of her. It’s times like this I need my own place, my own room, where I can jerk off for hours, or better yet, bring her back and fuck that beautiful body of hers.

The longer the drive back home, the longer it allows my thoughts to linger on her. What the fuck is it about her that does this to me? Confused by my feelings, I hit dial on my cell and call on Dr. Kate.

“Wazzup!” she barrels through the phone.

“Is every conversation going to start this way? You’re like fifteen years too late,” I complain.

“I’m slightly buzzed.” Kate hiccups, followed by a small giggle. “We had this after-work function, and someone brought out the fancy champagne. That, and I got dragged into karaoke with Japanese businessmen.”

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; “Choice of song?” I ask, amused.

““Livin’ on a Prayer,”” she answers quickly. “You got to stick to the classics.”

“So, I met Scarlett tonight—”

“Are you serious? What’s she like? Is she as beautiful as she is in the movies? Are her tits real or fake?”

“Yeah, she is, and quite nice.”