She was drunk but even in her stupor, she didn’t want me to drive her home. I heard her talking to herself about not wanting to let me see the “shithole” she lives in. I just smiled at the notion and took her with me, driving her to my condominium downtown so she could rest. She did her part, playing the role of the excited fiancée and she even saved me a few times during our conversation with my parents. Even Mayor Khatib seemed to like her.

When we got home, I had to help her walk through the building’s hallway and into the elevator. By then, Noelle was a little more conscious but still unable to keep going, so I carried her in my arms.

My condominium unit was pretty big, being the penthouse suite of the establishment, and I was fortunate enough to have a custom bed that was bigger than a king-sized one. I laid Noelle down on the bed, took off her high-heel sandals and then propped her head on a pillow. I then turned off the lights save for a small dim standing lamp in the corner.

Looking down at her like this, I felt a sudden sense of warmth. She was fucking beautiful. No, that wasn’t even enough to fully describe it. She was hot but it was more than that. It was like she was the full embodiment of lust. Just looking at her rest on my bed in that short white outfit got me hard.

If we were going to get married and stay together, I had to get accustomed to seeing her body like this. It was like having the best Christmas gift, wrapped and ready, but I couldn’t open it to play. Oh, but boy did I want to play.

“Well, I do need to sleep,” I decided. I looked at her one more time before tossing my shoes and socks off. I didn’t even bother changing clothes and instead just threw everything off except for my underwear. I then slid onto the bed, right beside her, and faced the other direction.

“D-Daxter?” I heard her call out to me.

“Hm?” I called back. “Noelle?”

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nbsp; I felt her hands reach out and she tried to pull me to face her way. When I did, I saw her eyes were a little open and she was shivering.

“I-it’s really c-cold,” she stuttered. “Could y-you turn the air c-conditioning off?”

For a second I was completely dumbfounded by what she said. When I finally managed to process her words I simply went, “Oh.”

I then got up, headed back to the living room and turned down the thermostat, which controlled the central air conditioning in my unit. It would still take a few minutes before the temperature would drop so when I got back to bed I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her closely, hoping my body heat would keep her from shivering.

“T-thank you,” she said as she shut her eyes and tried to rest. She nestled her head closer and rested on my chest. This close I could smell her hair and the perfume on her body. It was intoxicating and I loved it.

“You’re welcome,” I told her as I hugged her closer. I wiggled a little, hoping to get low enough so our faces could be directly aligned with each other. When I got low enough, I took my time to just stare at her face.

She had lovely almond-shaped eyes and really long eyelashes that curved up. However, it was the shape of her lips that really got me anxious to lean in just a little bit closer. They were just so kissable, with that lip gloss and pink touch to it. I could already picture in my head each moment she puckered her lips or bit down while thinking. It was sexy in so many ways I couldn’t help but wiggle closer and wrap an arm around her.

“D-Dax…” she whispered as her eyes slowly fluttered open. She stared back at me for a moment and then said, “This is going to become a regular thing, isn’t it? We’re going to be living together now, sharing the same bed every night.”

I nodded, not to stay silent and let her sleep, but because merely opening my mouth might convince me to move another inch forward and kiss her.

“Do we have to pretend about everything?” she asked me. She then shut her eyes and said, “This is nice, you know? For once I get to lay down on a nice, big bed with a handsome hunk.”

I chuckled and for a moment I wondered if she was still drunk or if the haziness in her head was starting to dissipate. Was she screwing around with me?

“And I get to be in bed with one hot chick,” I said back.

Noelle opened her eyes and bit down on her lip. God, that sent chills down my spine. She shook her head and gave me a naughty look back, “You say that to every girl you get in bed with.”

“I bet you call every guy a handsome hunk,” I tried to play her game but her next admission was a true shock to me.

“Nope,” she told me. “I can’t even do that because to be honest, I’ve never been in bed with a guy before. This here, laying down with you practically naked and embracing me, this is about as close as I ever got.”

My jaw dropped and I cocked my head as I stared back. “Seriously? You can’t be serious. I mean, with a job like yours…”

I cut myself short knowing that my words would seem condemning and demeaning. It was a little too late for that though and Noelle was now wide-awake when she heard me utter that sentence. She looked at me with such intensity, but instead of anger, I saw a flicker of playfulness.

“With a job like mine you’d think I’d have fucked every guy that came around waving cash at my tits?” she asked me.

Noelle saying it that way did make me realize how offensive it could sound. I did have to admit that was the direction I was going at and nodded back at her.

“There was one time, way back in high school, when I was making out with a guy and I had his cock in my hand but then a teacher came and walked in on us,” she told me. “You remember Paul Jameson?”

I remembered that guy, “Yeah, I do. He wanted to be the team’s quarterback but couldn’t keep his grades up to qualify for the team. Wow, you were hooking up with him?”

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