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Author: C.L. Parker

All too soon we were home. Noah stepped from the car first and held his hand out to me, dismissing Samuel’s attempt to do his job. I slouched over because I was really starting to cramp a bit more by then.

“Shit, are you okay?” Noah’s voice was frantic.

“I’m fine. Just a bad cramp,” I said, trying to keep as much strain as possible out of my voice. I didn’t want him to think I was a big baby who couldn’t take a little bit of pain.

Without warning, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me bridal-style through the front doors, which Samuel had already opened wide. I tried to get him to put me down, but he wouldn’t listen. Instead, he carried me all the way up the stairs and into his bedroom. He sat me down long enough to pull back the covers so that I could slide beneath them and then he was gone again.

“Here, take these,” he said when he returned, handing me two pills and a glass of water.

I took the offering and swallowed the pills down. Noah took the glass from my hands and put it on the nightstand beside me.

“Will you be okay if I go back to work?” he asked, worry evident in his voice.

“I’ll be fine. I just need a little nap,” I said through a stifled yawn. “Go. I can relax better if you’re not here anyway.”

“Ouch, that hurt,” he chuckled lightly, with his hand to his chest. “Glad to see you haven’t lost that attitude. I’m sure you’ll be fine and ready to make another attempt at biting my dick off in no time flat.”

He leaned over to kiss my lips and then stood up.

“Do you have a cell phone?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s over there in my purse. Why? You’re not going to take it away from me, are you?” I asked, panicked that he might.

“Not unless you give me a reason to,” he said, walking over and grabbing my purse.

He handed it to me, and assuming he wanted my phone, I pulled it out and gave it to him. He pushed a few buttons before handing it back to me. His own phone started ringing then, and he pulled it out of his inside jacket pocket and silenced it.

“I programmed my cell number into your phone, and now I have yours, too. Make sure you keep it on you at all times. Not only for your safety, but also because I won’t be happy in the slightest if you keep me waiting when I need you.” He put his phone back in his jacket. “Call me if you need me for anything. I mean it.”

Although he was trying to be stern, I could see the sincerity in the expression on his face. I rolled my eyes and nodded sarcastically, because I just really loved to piss him off, and then turned my back to him, mumbling, “Go away already. Your face is making my uterus hurt.”

It was true, but only because his face was so pretty and I wanted to ride it but couldn’t. And here was the odd thing about that: not only had I never given head, but I’d never been on the receiving end either. Now, all of a sudden, I couldn’t get the picture of his face between my legs out of my mind. Crazy.

I’m telling you, it was because he was so damn pretty.

“Mmm-hmm, okay then,” he said, like he didn’t believe a word of it. “I’ll see you later this evening.”

I heard the door close softly behind him and I snuggled into his pillow, inhaling his scent once again. While part of me was glad nothing would be expected of me for at least the rest of the day, I had to admit that another part, my budding inner miniwhore, was super bummed that apparently I wasn’t going to get another round with the King of the Finger Fuck either. With that depressing thought lingering in the back of my mind, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

5

DESSERT À LA MODE

Lanie

“Delaine,” a husky voice sang into my ear as I fought my way out of a sleepy haze. I faintly registered the feel of a rather large, warm hand stroking the inside of my thigh and I moaned involuntarily.

“You should be more careful about the sounds you make in your sleep. Moaning like that might make me lose what little control I’m maintaining. It does unspeakable things to me.”

Hot breath washed over the skin of my neck, and the most delicious shiver ran down my back when I felt his tongue suck my earlobe into his mouth and then his soft lips closed around it. His hand began to knead my thigh as it gradually moved higher, causing me to squirm in an attempt to find the perfect placement for optimal advantage.

“Shit,” he cursed, and then pulled away all too quickly.

My eyes shot open and I gasped, realizing the traitorous response his touch, coupled with his sultry words, had evoked from my body.

Noah ran his hand through his hair, nervous and obviously aroused. “Dinner is ready. You should probably get up and try to eat something.”

Really? I had lost a whole day?

I buried my face under the covers, because seeing him looking all breathless and horny was making me react the same way, and now was not the time to lose my composure over him.

“I’m not hungry,” I mumbled into my pillow.

“Regardless, you need to eat. Now, either you can get up on your own and join me in the dining hall, or I can throw you over my shoulder, carry your ass downstairs, and force-feed you. Which is it?”

I growled in frustration and hit the pillow with my fist, but I made no move to get up.

“Have it your way, then,” he said, yanking the covers back and starting to reach for me.

“Wait!” I sat up quickly and pulled my knees to my chest. “I’ll get up. God, you’re such a Neanderthal! Just give me a little bit of privacy to get myself together and then I’ll meet you down there. Okay?”

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