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I was stunned. Harvey Black just told me that he made a business deal with me because of Noah. What were the damn odds?
“He’s not my man,” was the only thing I found myself saying.
He chuckled, then said, “Yeah okay. Zora tried that shit with me. I was not having it and something tells me that Noah won’t have too much more of it.”
My eyebrow went up, but the man picked up his pen and started working again, yet leaving me speechless.
Thursday had arrived, which was the day after my blog post had come out, outlining how I got my business going and the connections I made. I successfully dodged the questions about working with the Wolfe Group in London. Those nosy bloggers even asked if I had a significant other in my life, so I said no, even though that twinge to my chest and pulse in my lower regions felt otherwise.
I told them no because that was in fact, the truth.
Anyway, I almost expected an email from Noah, and when I didn’t get one, that actually hurt. I arrived to work early and no call came through at six in the morning. Not even later in the day, which I figured spoke volumes. Maybe more to me than to him.
Right after lunch, I had a meeting with a potential client that saw the interview with Harvey. They had a bicycle company, which was perfect because it was an up and coming industry in the city. Entire bike lanes were being created on every street to accommodate the riders.
As I went to write up my notes about the meeting to ensure Gladys was able to set up the meetings with the next company, I heard a noise outside my office.
It was then that my door burst opened and there stood a red-faced Noah Wolfe. It was like déjà vu all over again. He’d done this before and it still had me reeling because I stuttered, “N-Noah?”
The door slammed and once he started stalking towards me, I already knew the drill. I merely stood up and held my ground as I said, “You’re here?”
He was looking at me with pure unadulterated rage, but it seemed to go away as he simply stared at me.
“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?” Noah said with measured patience through his teeth.
“I wouldn’t know what you were talking about.” I answered. “What are you doing here?”
“You knew... you knew I would be here because that was some bullshit, as you would say. You knew.” He was angry but not fuming.
“I knew nothing. Now that you are here, what do you need? I returned all monies besides what was used for the consultation and that was minimal.” I told him.
“You’re a smart woman, Maxine. You’re smarter than smart, as a matter of fact.” He reached out and tried to grip the back of my neck, but I moved, causing my chair to roll back as it hit my calves. “You cut me completely off and did not give me a chance to explain myself. Just cut me off because you didn’t hear an answer that you wanted. Did you want me to tell you that I love you? Want you in my life? That I was moving to Philadelphia to marry you? Did you want me to say that?”
I’m not sure which part of what he said pissed me off the most: that I wanted to hear him say all of those things or that he was mocking me with the fact that he thought that is what I wanted. Whatever the reason, I winded my hand back and slapped Noah right across the face.
This shocked both he and me because the two of us gasped. Noah recovered quickly and moved back into my space, where I was pinned against the desk. There was no escape. His hot breath fanned across my face and his cologne crept up my nostrils, and it seemed to hypnotize me. The man smelled damned good.
“I informed you a month ago that you were mine, Love. Came here and personally told you that this was something and that you were stuck. A week ago, you...” He was growling at that point. “Tried to block me out of your life and I was patient. Even let you get away with a few things, but this. No, Maxine! I told you. You being mad, doesn’t change that. What bloody part did you miss?”
“Yeah, I saw something about your woman being mad. Who might that be?” I asked him, even though it was my thighs that were pressed against my desk.
Noah had had enough. I realized that when the man did not answer the question, but instead, reached down, hiked up my skirt over my ass, and rolled it around my waist. His hand reached down between my legs, and if I was a woman who was shamed by being bare before a man, that went out the damn window. My panties were still on, but the bareness came from the fact that I was soaking fucking wet. Noah knew it before he even lifted my skirt. I knew it all along, and my body wouldn’t lie. I could try to kid him with my words, but Noah, that fucking Noah, knew.
“Stop!” I heard myself whimper.
“Stop what?” Noah said in hushed toned as his middle finger grazed my clit. “Stop rubbing this sopping wet pussy? Love, it’s dripping and the best part, is that it’s only for me.”
God, I sighed and leaned forward. I felt it. There was no more fight left within me and Noah knew it too. His lips came down on mine and he took everything. Biting, nipping, and ravishing me with his mouth.
My blouse was ripped off, the bra was removed somehow, and panties were dragged down my leg as Noah made his way from my lips to kneeling in front of me. His eyes met mine as he spread my legs and opened me wide before him.
“Such a pretty cunt.” He murmured as he dragged his index fingers up and down my wet heat. “Anything you want, Maxine. I’ll do anything you want.”
Those were his last words before he buried his face in my center and brought me to orgasm on top of another orgasm. My head was thrown back as I rode his entire face, spreading my wetness all over him. That tongue was deadly, and he knew exactly what to do with that mouth of his. Holding on to his head, I rubbed my pussy all around his face until my fourth orgasm threatened to come through. “Oh God, Noah!” I screamed because I didn’t care any longer who heard me. “Yes, fuck.”
I came with a vengeance and that is when I realized that the fucking was just getting started. Noah was on his feet, pants unbuckled, and his dick bobbed forward, aiming at exactly where it wanted to be.
“Mine!” Noah growled. “Hear me?”
“Yes.” I answered with a nod.
I was acting like a whipped feline in heat because I pulled him forward, so he could take my mouth. I tasted my essence on him, which spurred me to wrap my leg around him, bringing his bottom region closer to me as well.
Noah entered me, and I gasped into his mouth. He took it and let me keep my shock to his massive dick for a moment, then the man began to fuck me something hard. That British politeness was long gone and the man before me was a fucking sex savage and he was taking. He gave, but now, I was his to do whatever he wanted. I came the first time, then another as he pounded me against the table. I nearly laughed when I heard it move and the sound was priceless. The noise was the very definition of furniture moving, but the ironic part was because my man was fucking me against it.
What a goddamn story?
Noah suddenly pulled out and turned me over, so my stomach was on the desk with papers and my closed laptop under my heavy breasts. He entered me again, and I didn’t care what was on or beneath me. I just wanted him.
“Yes, Noah. Fuck me!” I cried out in the vacant room as the words echoed in the hollow space.
“Oh, Love.” He kept pounding into me. “I want it all. House, kids, but more importantly, you.”
Fuck me.
I came again and that nearly shattered me until his finger entered my tight asshole. I squeezed my cheeks together and Noah slapped my ass.
This got me to loosen up and then another finger joined the party backdoor. It was intrusive and fucking tight, but so forbidden and erotic. I almost came again. As he thrust his large cock into my wet pussy and fucked my ass with his fingers, my nipples were being dragged on the edge of my laptop. They were hard from the friction, and Noah’s ministrations to my well-deserved fucking made my body light up in flames. There was a hunger or need that took over, causing me to arch my back, lift my ass, and push back into him. Wanting and daring h
im to take more of me.
He groaned and met me each way. A third finger joined the backdoor party, and I came right there on the spot. My essence dripped down my legs, and Noah hadn’t even come yet.
“Fucking, naughty girl.” He whispered in my ear. “You like it all, don’t you?”
“God, yes!” I said back to him. “Harder.”
That was when he pulled out and began to press his dick against my puckered hole.
Holy shit.
“Noah.” I moaned. “It’s too tight.”
“Trust me, Love.” He murmured as he pressed forward, coating his dick with my juices. “Never hurt you.”
First, it was the head, then he kept doing the see-saw inside of my tight ass, and I simply wanted to push him out because that would feel good. It was so fucking nasty but so delicious. Once he was seated deep within me, I came hard, and he began to push in and out until he coated my channel with his cream.
Fuck.
I was done. Sated and ready to be rolled down the steps or something.
There was no talking, no movement, just hard breathing and smell of us that hovered in the room.
Yeah, it was us.
Chapter 13
Noah
I mucked up everything. Literally, mucked it up. She was telling people that she was single.
Fuck that.
Jacquez asked, “You want the jet again for a woman? Wasn’t the first time for a woman?”
If looks could kill, the man would have died right there on the spot.
“Just because you’ve dedicated your life to be a bona fide bachelor, doesn’t mean there is something wrong with claiming what’s bloody mine.” I told him with squinted eyes because I had no doubts.
“Whoa, mate.” He held up his hands in surrender. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist. I just thought Patricia screwed you over enough to know that love and all that shit did not work.”
“No, she did not work. This one, she’s it for me.” I scoffed. “I cannot wait until the woman comes along and put you on your bloody back. You’ll be running around here like a daft cow, lost and trying to figure out if you’re in love. Hopefully, she’ll be merciful on your arse and return it…but know mate, I’m going to laugh at you.”
“Ha!” He scoffed. “Never. I’ll bet you everything I have, that would NEVER happen.”
I shook my head.
“Can your pilot be up and ready in an hour?” I wasn’t even going to argue with him anymore. I needed to get to Philadelphia, since I had a woman’s arse to spank.
By the time I arrived, Gladys simply pointed me through her office doors and that was it. There, Maxine looked shocked but then smug. I planned to wipe all of that off her face. It wasn’t until she smacked me that I realized she was not a kitten, but a full lioness with claws. I had talons myself, so I let the battle began.
I took her home after fucking her hard until we were both out of our minds. Gladys was still in the building when I emerged, but she just had a shit eating grin on her face.
“Glad you sorted her out.” She said with a nod. “Don’t worry. I got rid of everyone. Told them to take the day off, and I’m an old lady, whose old man has to take colorful pills to get going. He’ll be taking them tonight, that’s for sure.”
On that note, she tossed her purse over her shoulder and headed for the door. I nearly laughed but didn’t think Maxine would find it funny.
When we arrived at her house, I ran her a bath and joined her as I continued to show her that I was in fact her man.
Maxine wasn’t the type that needed reassurance, but she was the type that wanted to know the next part. She was a businesswoman and even her personal life including the way she worked. Satisfaction, and if that didn’t happen, she would not waste her time trying to get someone, who she was invested her time or money, to see that she was important.
Fuck.
Her whole job was about the customer experience. She spoke with her money, her time, and her will. I’m such a bloke. How could I be so daft?
In bed that night, I let her sleep, so her parts could get some rest because I would be here for another week and planned to use them every goddamn chance I could get.
The next morning, I told Maxine that I had called her out. She was about to argue or say something, but then she stopped and said, “Okay.”
At that, I walked up to her as she poured coffee and kissed her shoulder.
“Okay?” I murmured.
“Yes, okay.” She nodded and added cream to the steaming mug.
That was a little scary. Usually, the woman fought me at every turn, but not now.
“You’re being sweet,” I said but with a nip to her neck.
“Count your blessings.” She quipped back, causing me to laugh.
“Oh, Love. I am.” I wrapped my hand around her stomach. “Did you hear what I said yesterday?”
Her entire body froze, and I knew that she knew what I was talking about.
“Yes, umm. That was sex talk, right?” She asked in a low voice.
“Don’t muck this up, Love.” I warned.
That comment caused her to put the mug down and turn into my arms.
“We were having sex, Noah.” She said in that business voice.
“Don’t give me that tone.” I said in a low, irritated voice. “Before we even had sex, I asked you what you wanted. I broke it down, and I’m telling you again. That’s what I want.”
I counted them off on my fingers.
“The move, the flat, the marriage, the kids, the dog or cat, the nosey neighbors, the balls, the interviews, the meetings, the businesses, but more importantly, you.” I said against her lips. “Hear me?”
Pulling back, I saw her eyes were glossy and those lips were working hard to fight back emotion. Instead of addressing it, I pulled her face into my chest and held her as she silently nodded her acceptance.
“I don’t mince words.” I reiterated to her.
Maxine looked at me for a bit, then nodded as if she was coming to some sort of internal conclusion. She did not share, but I knew sometimes she would internally digest and deal with it there. When she decided to vocalize it, I knew it would be for me. She also didn’t mince words.
The day was spent traveling to New Jersey, where Maxine had said she wanted to go shopping for some clothes. Something she hadn’t done in a long time. Not including the occasional I need a dress for an event, and she’d go to the store and purchase items for that particular forum. Outside of that, she hadn’t been to a mall or purchased clothes with her demanding schedule.
I didn’t tell her that I had a personal shopper at the hotel, which was another level of catalog shopping. She would have one too when she came back with me.
From the time we entered the huge mall, my hands were on her with fingers interlaced. The first time I did it, she merely looked up but said nothing. Actually, a small smile crept on her face. By the time we left, our hands were still intertwined with the others, but I had a large number of bags in mine and a cart behind me.
“Is this too much?” Maxine asked.
“No, when’s the next time you’re going to go shopping?”
“Yeah, good point. Like another five years.” She scoffed.
Not if I had anything to do with it, but I merely loaded the car with what we could carry and told the store to ship it to her home tomorrow evening. The manager gladly agreed, since the money that was spent on everything was probably more than he’d make in a week.
The biggest fight we had in the shopping adventure was who was going to pay for what. Maxine said that I could pay for the lingerie, since that was the first store I wanted to hit. I agreed but with the caveat that we would alternate stores. I’d pay for the first one, she would the second, then I would the third one and so forth. It was reluctant, but she agreed because I wasn’t backing down. Plus, I had a plan to make it all up to her in London, so it left us with no friction. What I did not say was that I would control where we went.
Maxine hit my chest a few times but followed me anyway.
That evening, Maxine told me that we will have dinner with Harvey and Zora. This was not a hardship on my part as they were both pretty cool and invested in both Maxine and my work. Harvey and I had spoken for a few times over the last couple of weeks. It was mostly business related and he wanted to know when I would be back in the States. After I told him that I didn’t know, he made a cryptic comment about, “I don’t leave my wife alone for too long. For one, I miss her. Two, it leaves room for vultures to try to plant on the soil that I’ve tilled and not only won’t that happen, because Zora will serve a man his balls, but because I don’t leave her alone. The third reason is I never want her to doubt why she’s with me. Call it selfish or fucked up, but that woman is mine, and I want to make sure she knows it and never forgets. Therefore, my British friend, I never leave my woman for long lengths of time. Have a good day.”
The line went dead, and if I didn’t know any better, I would have thought he knew there was trouble in paradise or he knew something that I didn’t know. Either way, the man was right but her time was running out. Therefore, the moment the Google alert popped up saying that Maxine Robins had been mentioned in something online, whether that was an article, video, etc., I took notice. It was the blog and the thing that had me on the damn plane was her talking about she’s single.