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  He slapped my ass one good time, snapping my attention away from my behind and causing me to look forward. The object was pressed again, and I loosened up, so it could pass the ring of nerves. Once I was fully filled with what I figured was an anal plug, I felt a feathering airiness around my ass and thighs.

  “Look so fucking delicious.” Noah exclaimed as he swatted whatever was sticking out of the plug. It was probably some string or a sexy tail. I wiggled my ass so he could get a glimpse, then he gave me a slap that I moaned about.

  “Going to spank your arse, Love,” he said in my ear. “Making it hot and red, so all who see you will know that you’ve been naughty. Needed, no wanted, a spanking, just to calm you down. Right?”

  God, yes.

  I moaned instead of giving him my verbal answer, but he demanded it.

  “Tell me!” He hissed with another slap to my ass. “Give me the words.”

  “Yesss,” I moaned. “Make it nice and hard, sweetheart.”

  The eroticism of the entire thing felt like a complete out of body experience. Who was this woman, begging to be disciplined? Begging for my man to make me so hot for him and what he could do, that whatever was happening, I completely trusted him to navigate me through all of it.

  The repeated slaps to my ass make my pussy so wet and I was on the brink.

  “Don’t come until I say so,” Noah growled in my ear. “Don’t even think about it.”

  Too damn late, it was all I could think about. I moaned out my displeasure and Noah, spanked me one more time before pulling the plug out and filling me with his thick dick. I forgot how much he loved this until I felt how hard his fingers were pressing into my skin. Also, with the rapid way he was manipulating my over the two-hundred-pound body as if I was half that size. In the room, all you heard were our rapid breaths, slaps of the back of my thighs to his and the wet noises between our connecting sex.

  Noah erupted inside of me, while playing with my clit and pushing me over the edge once again. We both collapsed in the scene of cosmic, erotic and frenzied love-making. I’m not sure what cloud we were on, but we stayed on it for a long time.

  Chapter 15

  Maxine

  Noah had returned back to London safely and that feeling was there again. The one that included not wanting him to depart. Whether it was me leaving or him. There had been no further conversation about what the next steps were regarding everything that he discussed when he burst back into my life the second time. It was simply what he stated and that was the last that I heard of it.

  Now for his mother, I sent her weekly updates about my goings on, things happening in the States, in particular, my city. If I went somewhere special, I sent her a picture. One day, a rare occasion it had been, I actually baked a carrot cake with pineapples at the bottom. It looked delicious, so I took a picture and even sent that to the woman. Who knew, but somewhere I hoped she was getting to know me like I got to know her son. We basically courted across the Atlantic Ocean. Now, I was courting his mother. So to speak. Even though she was probably throwing darts at my pictures and condemning me to a fiery hell.

  Noah kept us on a regiment and now that the jet was officially his, the trips were a lot more frequent. He had a pilot that was on call, and instead of once a month, we began to see each other every other week. Even if it was only the weekend.

  One trip over to London, I finally met his friend, Jacquez. I thanked him for letting Noah use his jet. He grasped my hand, kissed it, and said, “I see why he was always trying to use it. I also see why he bought his own.”

  There had to be waves of blushing redness that crossed my features. The man was charming, you had to give him that.

  “Thanks, I guess.” Smiling at the dashingly handsome man.

  “No guessing required. You’re stunning.” He was still holding on to my hand as we sat at the Wolfe II bar.

  The same one that I had gotten drunk at while waiting for my passport. Noah stood behind me with his arms wrapped around my stomach as I faced his friend, who was also on a stool in front of me.

  “Enough.” Noah hissed as he swiped Jacquez’s hand away.

  “What? You’re a secure fellow,” his friend laughed. “If you’re doing it right, I don’t have a chance.”

  “Touch my lady again.” Noah warned in a low voice.

  Jacquez raised his hands up in surrender and said, “Just kidding, mate.” Then, he leaned towards me and said, “Got any friends? Tell them I have…”

  As he was saying the words, my facetime notification pinged. It was Sheryl, and I knew she was waiting on the notification to see if her patent was approved.

  “Sorry, I have to take this.” I said and answered.

  “Hey, Sheryl. Did you get it?” I asked.

  At first, she didn’t respond, and I started to tell her that I was sorry. However, her face morphed into a larger than life smile and she exclaimed, “I got it. Girl, I got it!”

  I screamed, turned around and hugged Noah. “She got it, she got it!”

  “Congratulations, Sheryl!” Noah called out to her as I put both of our faces within sight on the screen.

  “Thanks Noah.” She sang.

  Sheryl tended to do that because she felt one hundred percent responsible for hooking the two of us up. The woman claimed she had a sixth sense for it, but I would not complain. I had Noah.

  “Is this a friend?” Jacquez asked as he plucked the phone from out of my hand. He squinted at the screen and then cleared his throat. “An equally beautiful friend I see. Well, congratulations. What are we celebrating?”

  Just like Sheryl, she didn’t answer, just challenged him back with a question, “Who are you?”

  “A mate of Noah’s with a jet.” Jacquez answered.

  Sheryl burst out laughing and said, “So, I have two.”

  Holy shit.

  I went to go for my phone, but Jacquez moved it away.

  “Two, huh?” He raised his eyebrow. “Looks like I have some catching up to do then.”

  “Awww.” She purred. “Top dog can’t hack a woman has more than him. What size shoe is that you have on? Sch-medium?”

  I snickered and why did I do that? He sent me a glare, which caused Noah to laugh too. The man was clearly unsettled with the way he thought the interaction was going. There was no doubt, he was probably London’s most eligible bachelor by far. He made it in the dot-com industry, now the man was doing the mobile apps and not so mobile apps. He had over a hundred different applications across the various platforms. According to Noah, they made him money, but it was his other ventures that funded things like the jet. He rarely used it but allowed friends to borrow whenever it was available. He and Noah went back since middle school.

  “That would be a size thirteen.” Jacquez smiled wickedly. “Care to find out more about my size?”

  “Meh.” Sheryl mumbled. “Not really phased either way. Thirteen, sh-mirteen.”

  “I’d love to show you.” He noted with a raised eyebrow.

  I went to go for the phone again, but Noah told me to let it go.

  “He’s invested, Love.” He whispered in my ear. “Maybe Sheryl will teach him something.”

  Hmmm, maybe but both of them were a bit much.

  “I doubt you could show me anything I haven’t seen before, lover boy,” Sheryl chuckled. “Now, go on and put my friend back on the phone. You’re entertaining, but that’s not why I called.”

  “One night?” Jacquez challenged in a slow, but methodical way.

  “Pass!” She answered in a bored tone. “Maxine?”

  “Yeah, I’m here.” I said in a loud voice.

  “Take the phone away from this fool.” She was done with him.

  On that note, Jacquez jumped up and said, “Ahh, I see. All talk, no play? Scared, I’ll fuck that snark right out of you? Contact Noah when you’re ready for that. Till then, bye babe.”

  He deposited the phone in my hand and turned to signal for another drink. My mouth was still
open until Sheryl broke the silence and said, “Tell Noah to keep his friends in check. I will eat that fucking man alive. For breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He don’t know me. Men that brag about their dicks are usually dicks, and they’re never big. Why the fuck would I waste my time on a mere dick when I can have a monster?”

  Jacquez didn’t turn to acknowledge what she said, but I decided I needed to finish my conversation outside of his earshot, since it was on speaker.

  “Girl, calm down.” I laughed. “You done made that man all upset.”

  I couldn’t help but chuckle at the exchange.

  “He needs to be upset.” She scoffed. “He don’t know me, but I will show his ass.”

  I knew she would, therefore, I decided to let sleeping dogs lie. We ended our conversation and when I rejoined the gentlemen, I saw that they were both leaned over a phone in Jacquez’s hand.

  “What I miss?” I wrapped my arm around Noah’s waist as I hefted on the stool.

  They both swung my way, but Jacquez kept on tapping away on the shiny screen. The man had a screen protector that didn’t allow for anyone to see what he was looking at without being directly over him. I’m sure he had plenty to hide.

  “What?” I asked Noah in a soft voice.

  He just shook his head, then tilted it towards Jacquez.

  “Looking up your friend, there.” He didn’t glance at me once. “She is talking all that shit, I’ll settle this before the week is out.”

  My eyes hit Noah and then it dawned on me that he was referring to Sheryl. Holy hell.

  “Ur, I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.” I chimed in to interrupt his rapid tapping.

  A few moments later, he said, “There. Accepted. We’ll see who has the last say.”

  “It wouldn’t be in your DNA to leave this alone, would it?” I asked out of curiosity.

  “Fuck no!” He nearly hissed.

  Noah just shook his head.

  “Love, believe me. When Jacquez has his claws in it, it’s done.” My man shared.

  “Umm, I get that but Sheryl is not to be played with. This woman gets whatever she wants. It’s like a force of nature. She says she has a sixth sense. Shit, she even knew you and I was meant to be together before I did. Even know how you would react. Jacquez and Sheryl are not good. She eats men alive for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The men and women on her entire floor are scared of her. That’s the definitions of two alphas.” I was trying to tell him, for his own good.

  “You’re not recommending your friend?” Jacquez asked me with a curious lip tilt.

  “I’m not recommending a relationship.” I clarified.

  “Who the fuck said anything about a relationship?” He scoffed. “I most definitely don’t do those.”

  Well, neither did Sheryl.

  “Then, I guess all is grand.” I told him and took a sip of my fruity drink.

  “Yeah.” He returned back to his phone.

  I felt like there would be more to this story, but I had my own.

  I still hadn’t heard from his mother, and after about two months, I stopped. Well, I didn’t put myself on a regular schedule. My mailings were more sporadic and random. I no longer sent her things like clock-work. Noah was in London and I was in Philadelphia. Our scheduled facetime session was for later that evening, where he was going to show me a new thing we’d use at the club when he came back to the States. I was looking forward to it because we had so much fun the last time we were at Steel. We also thanked Harvey and Zora for putting us on about Steel. There was definitely an alluring power of the pleasure that seemed to rest in the air of the non-descript building.

  Harvey had introduced us to the owner, Skull. The man was gorgeous, with his walnut coloring, almond shaped eyes and bulking figure that resembled a bodybuilder tucked in a tailored suit. Now, that man was hot. Hell, all of these men, Harvey, Skull and especially my Noah, were gorgeous mean.

  When Skull greeted, his voice almost made me jump as it seemed to boom when he spoke and the tenor in it, made the sexy man even more appealing. Noah put his hand on my knee and squeezed it tight. I guess I was smiling too much. We were inside of another one of his other clubs that was connected, in the VIP section.

  “Hope you’re enjoying yourselves.” Skull nodded at each of us.

  Harvey made the formal introductions and he politely nodded at us. There was no smiling and I guess a man like him did not do a lot of that.

  A woman with a cute off the shoulder shirt, a flared skirt and medium-sized heels walked towards our section and right before my eyes, the man called Skull smiled.

  At her.

  She walked right into him as he engulfed her in his frame and kissed her with his visible tongue in front of us. The woman patted him on the chest, but he didn’t stop until he was good and ready. We all watched, even though it should have been uncomfortable, it wasn’t. I believe we all could relate.

  A few moments later, Skull turned towards us and introduced her, “My wife, Fatima.”

  We all nodded and greeted her, as she beamed at each of us.

  “Wow, you’re Harvey Black and I totally fan-girl your wife.” Her eyes were big as saucers. “Noah, from London, I’ve read so much about what you’re doing with your hotels. That’s exciting and you’re Maxine Robins. I’ve been trying to get Skull to hire you, but he says, ‘sex sells itself.’ It’s true, but still. You’re blowing up!” She was smiling from ear to ear and so were we.

  “I like her,” Zora waved her over. “Join us for some drinks.”

  We laughed and the woman kissed Skull on the mouth again and asked, “Is it okay?”

  He smiled again and said, “Yeah, babe. I got some business, but I’ll join you later.’

  “Okay, honey.” She pecked the side of his lip. “I’ll be here.”

  Ha.

  When he left, Zora looked at me, then at Fatima.

  “How’d you get that man, wrapped around your pinky like that?” Zora leaned in yelled, yet seemed to whisper to Fatima.

  I erupted in laughter as Noah pulled me closer. Harvey must have pinched Zora, because she yelped and Fatima was chuckling at all of us. When we finally got ourselves together, she answered and said, “I didn’t really do anything but love him.”

  We all nodded with full understanding and took a drink, while Zora sipped on ice chips.

  Noah had a red carpet affair in France, and he wanted to me to come. Well, he didn’t ask, just told me that the jet would pick me on a specific day and at a specific time. I was excited about the event because one, I had never been to France, and two, I would be with Noah again. I wasn’t sure how I was going to tell him that I was through with the back and forth.

  The actual event was quite the affair as everything was beautiful and delicious. I knew France was known for its delicatessens, but the food was extraordinarily good.

  Noah and I dance the night away. When he was asked on the red carpet about our relationship as we emerged from the limo, he simply replied, “This is my love.”

  God, that man.

  Swinging and dancing to the music had me a little lightheaded, which was fine because Noah kept me upright.

  “Whoa, Love!” He grabbed me around the waist, effectively pulling me into his body. “Had enough to drink?”

  “I guess.” I smiled, which I’m sure was lopsided.

  “You’re beautiful.” He smiled with those tender eyes on me.

  “Noah.” I caressed his face with the back of my hand. “You’re the one that’s beautiful.”

  The man growled and said, “I can’t wait to get you back to my flat.”

  I laughed out loud and realized I probably had too much champagne. Whatever they were pouring freely, I was drinking just as they replaced.

  We made frenzied love that night, until three in the morning when the both of us finally passed out from the high of the event and our sexcapades.

  The next day, the doorbell on Noah’s flat rang, which caught me off guard. Well, i
t must have caught him too because we looked at each other with twin puzzled expressions. Room services hadn’t been ordered, since he actually made us some fish and chips, Noah’s style and not the pub. His words, not mine.

  He had shared some information with me about his ex-wife Patricia and that guy that we saw in Philadelphia. Apparently, she and he had a shag, as Noah put it, and tried to cover it up. Then the wretched woman attempted to say it was Noah who was unfaithful, as to not ruin her reputation. Noah said he was fine with divorcing her, but she wouldn’t tarnish his good name, so he had that Spencer guy go on record about the infidelity. Apparently, his ex-wife’s father disowned her, since he was cheated on by her mother, and she kept trying to get in contact with Noah, to set the record straight or at least get herself out of the hot seat. She had come to his place a few times before, but he refused to give her an audience but if she was on the other side of the door, I planned to be the one to give her an audience. One that included, “get the fuck out of here.”

  The concierge had not called up with a notification of a visitor, so maybe it was an employee. Noah moved towards the door while I washed off the half of head of lettuce. There was some light chatter at the door, then it died down. The faucet was running as I continued to cut and move the shredded lettuce into the strainer. The last bit didn’t make it into the tin bowl filled with holes because I dropped it as I was lifted off the ground. A yelp left me as I realized that Noah had me up in his arms, kissing my face.

  “Noah, Noah!” My voice was raised. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

  He let my body slide down until my feet hit the ground, and he kept murmured, “Love you so bloody much.”

  “Love you, too. What’s wrong?” My hands pushed his frazzled hair out of the way. “Hey.”

  It wasn’t until I felt another presence in the room that my eyes landed on the woman that had started the whole damn thing.