A dull, familiar ache blossomed inside of me at the idle thought, an old emptiness that I had grown accustomed to pushing away rising up in the wake of Noah’s proximity. I quickly averted my gaze, my cheeks flushing slightly as I fought to regain my composure. Clearing my throat again, I gently ex
Hannah Noah towered over me, the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen pressing into my body so hard I could barely breathe. The cool marble of the sink behind me felt like ice against my lower back, my fingers curling instinctively around the edge. But still, I stared up at Noah defiantly, refu
He knew. He knew exactly where to touch, which seemingly innocuous spots made my knees go weak and a needy ache bloom between my thighs. As if to prove it, Noah’s hand drifted lower, his fingertips now grazing across the top of my breasts. “I know all the spots that make you tick,” he murmured a
Hannah I hummed along to the music drifting from the small speaker on the bathroom counter as I stepped into the steaming shower, eagerly anticipating the way the scalding water would soothe my tired muscles. The picnic had been a rousing success, both in terms of entertainment value and my own pe
The book went sailing through the air before my mind could fully process the familiar tone of Noah’s voice. It whipped right past his head, thudding hard against the wall. Noah stepped out of the doorway then, his hands raised in a placating gesture. His gaze traveled between the book lying haphaz
Noah Noah strode into the conference room, his brow furrowed in thought as he took his seat at the head of the long table. It was early, far too early for most, but his team had grown accustomed to his propensity for pre-dawn meetings over the years. One by one, the others began to file in—Simon
Hannah I stood in the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror as Viona fussed with my hair. My fingers fidgeted nervously with the satin fabric of the simple silver gown that Noah had sent over earlier. The straps were encrusted with delicate pearls, and it had a sweetheart neckline tha
And then, there he was. Standing in the middle of the foyer in an impeccably tailored tuxedo, hands clasped behind his back, Noah looked... Well, he looked amazing. His broad shoulders seemed to strain ever so slightly against the fabric of his jacket, his waist narrowly nipped in on either side.
“Almost done…” she murmured, leaning in with a touch of gloss for my lips. I couldn’t help but laugh at how serious she looked, as if I were some delicate art piece she was trying to perfect. Finally, she stepped back with a smile. “There. Now, the dress.” Amber was already at my side, helping m
Hannah The next morning, I woke with a flutter in my stomach that had nothing to do with morning sickness. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I blinked up at the ceiling, letting that first realization sink in. It was the day of our wedding. In le
Hannah Mornings had gotten louder since Melody learned to walk. And she wasn’t just walking—she was trying to run, arms flapping and her chubby legs barely holding her up as she went. This morning, she seemed to be hell bent on dashing down the hallway as Noah tried to brush his teeth and I hunted
I laughed, hoping it sounded more natural than I felt. “Hey, I can spoil you once in a while if I want. Just because it’s a Thursday doesn’t mean I can’t surprise you.” We chatted about our day as we ate, filling each other in on all the usual things. But every so often, his eyes would flicker to
Hannah My hands shook a little as I straightened the delicate flower crown over Melody’s soft hair, adjusting it so the petals framed her tiny face just right. She blinked up at me with those wide, innocent eyes, slapping her hands contentedly on the top of her high chair. I smiled as I ran my f
Hannah By the time we stepped out of the ring, it felt as if my entire body was on fire. Every muscle seemed to be taut, every heartbeat one thump away from shifting. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to run circles around the building or maybe tear up the walls like a caged animal. What was wrong wit
Hannah For what felt like the hundredth time that morning, I sidestepped Drake’s punch with ease, narrowly dodging his hook. Training with him had become an obsession of mine lately. He’d pushed me in ways I hadn’t expected, helping me learn how to use my speed and endurance instead of relying on
Noah pushed himself harder, letting out a playful howl as he gained on her, the hunt pulsing through his veins like a drug. She glanced back, her ears twitching, and he saw her eyes flash with excitement before she put on an extra burst of speed. It became a game of cat and mouse, each of them pus
Noah For the millionth time that morning, Noah’s gaze drifted from the stack of papers on his desk to the stretch of forest that was visible through the office window. The afternoon light filtered through the trees, casting that familiar, deep green hue over the landscape. Just seeing the expans